the First Week (5/8)
( Chapter 4)
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Chapter 5: Saturday (Part 2)
For a long while Kurt just stared out the passenger seat window of Blaine's car. He and Blaine have shared a few conversations by this point, but it seemed that they couldn't keep it up for long. Which was just crazy because even Blaine had pointed out before that Kurt liked to talk people's ears off.
Suffice to say, things were awkward.
Blaine stared at the road ahead of them, an unreadable expression on his face. This bothered the countertenor. Did Blaine feel uncomfortable too? Was just Blaine oblivious to the awkward atmosphere? Maybe it was him, maybe Kurt was causing the bleak silence. Oh god, maybe he was cause of all this awful awkwardness and now -
"Kurt, quit freaking out."
This caught Kurt off guard. He turned to his boyfriend, who was still staring out at the road ahead of them, but at least he was smiling.
The curly head glanced to him for a moment, and chuckled. "You have that expression on your face when you start freaking out, and you're biting your lip off," he explained.
Oh. Well.
"It's just so silent," Kurt explained. "We always talk, or, okay, maybe I do. But it's so quiet right now and -"
"Freaking out," Blaine pointed out with a raised brow.
He huffed. "Okay, I'm freaking out. Fine. But didn't you feel that awkward silence?" he asked, looking to Blaine expectantly.
His boyfriend looked taken aback. "Why would I feel awkward around you?"
Oh crap. Blaine didn't feel awkward around him, but he felt awkward around Blaine. What was going on? Why was he suddenly feeling so uncomfortable? Why -
"Kurt, it's okay," the soloist said in a soothing voice, letting his right hand go of the steering wheel and taking Kurt's left hand.
Their fingers automatically weaved themselves together. The taller boy looked down at their entwined fingers as Blaine began drawing mindless circles on his hand with his thumb. The action immediately calmed down Kurt a bit.
"And, I'll be honest, while I don't feel awkward around you, I did feel that silence. I'm just a bit nervous," his boyfriend admitted in a sheepish voice.
This was intriguing; Blaine never got nervous. Kurt gripped his boyfriend's hand. "Nervous? Why are you nervous?"
"I just want this go perfect, you know," Blaine reasoned, shrugging, and - aw - he was blushing.
The confession made the pale boy's heart flutter just that little bit, and the next thing he knew was that he was leaning over his armrest to kiss the tanner one on the cheek. When he pulled away, Blaine faced him, so he smiled.
Settling back into their seats and facing forward again, Kurt kept the smile on his face. Kurt always had high expectations when it came to dates, but that was only because he just assumed that he'd have his first boyfriend by the time he escaped Ohio, and that his first boyfriend would be the kind to spoil him senseless. And though Kurt was still sticking to those expectations, and despite the fact that Blaine was just a kid from Westerville, he couldn't help but feel that - no matter what Blaine planned - this date would turn out perfectly.
They held hands for the rest of the ride to Westerville.
- x 0 x -
Blaine eventually entered his home town, and from the corner of his eye he could see his boyfriend looking at the scenery around them. He began to point out several places - what happened in many buildings, schools he used to attend (he had to hold back a wince when he passed by his old high school, pushing away memories that didn't need to be brought up), the parks he used to hang out in when he was kid, the tree he accidentally crashed into (once!) when he was riding his bike. Kurt giggled a bit at that last once - to which Blaine began wondering why he even brought up the memory - but nodded otherwise, taking in the information.
He turned onto a specific street, and the road was surrounded by one- to two-story buildings that were all connected together. The shops were charming, looking very old town and homey, like something out of a novel. There weren't many people out and for that Blaine was thankful; maybe he'd actually get the chance to hold his boyfriend's hand in public without being attacked. Kurt looked out the windows in fascination. Once they reached a particularly purple one-story shop, Blaine pulled up and parked the car on the street.
"Come on, we're here," he announced, and without another glance to Kurt he got out of the car.
The curly head walked around his car until he saw his boyfriend stepping out of the passenger's side. Kurt raised an eyebrow at him as he locked the car, and Blaine smirked. He guessed that his boyfriend must have seen the gigantic sign that says "Madame C" over the shop. Still smirking, he took a cautious look around and grabbed Kurt's hand, pulling him into the store.
When they entered, Blaine beamed as he saw the clear approval in Kurt's eyes. His baby blues were shining with delight and there was an excited grin on his face.
They just stepped into a one of a kind boutique with racks upon racks of eclectic but still fashionably modern clothes.
He watched in amusement as Kurt's eyes swept over the entire shop, and Blaine could tell from the look in his boyfriend's eyes that he was concocting a plan. Probably figuring out which racks to raid first, he guessed.
Just then, an elderly looking woman came out from a back room. She was short and had a thin figure, with graying hair that was cropped just above her shoulders, wearing clothes that looked very similar to those in the shop. Upon seeing Blaine, she exclaimed, "Blaine, bonjour!" in a distinct French accent as she rushed over to the curly head, hugging him as much as she could with his hand still on Kurt's.
The soloist smiled as he hugged her with one arm. "Madame," he greeted.
The woman looked to Kurt before her eyes very dramatically dropped down to their joined hands and grinned. "And a friend?" she asked Blaine with a raised brow.
"Boyfriend," he corrected. He turned to Kurt and said, "Kurt this is Madame Clara." Looking back to Madame Clara, he said, "Madame, this is Kurt Hummel, my boyfriend."
Madame Clara's eyes glanced back and forth between Blaine and Kurt, and then she squealed. She spread her arms out and hugged Kurt suddenly, and Blaine giggled to himself as he watched Kurt blink in surprise.
"Kurt," she drawled, letting go of the taller boy, "welcome to my shop!"
"Thank you, Madame Clara."
"Please, Madame or Clara," she ushered.
"Clara," Kurt nodded. "Votre magasin semble très magnifique," he continued, his French accent impeccable as he gestured around the shop. Blaine had no idea what his boyfriend just said, except that it sounded very, very appealing - sexy even. He also felt exceptionally proud; how lucky was he to have a boyfriend who was fluent in French?
Madame Clara glanced at Blaine then, cutting him off his thoughts, her expression clearly showing that she approved of Kurt. Turning back to the chestnut haired boy, she said, "Peux-tu parler français, Kurt?"
"Oui!" Kurt answered with a smile, nodding.
"Blaine, I very much like your boyfriend. He can stay," the store owner stated then, nodding her head in confirmation.
"Merci beaucoup," the countertenor said with a charming smile then, and Blaine did not miss the slight pink in Kurt's cheeks. (He also did not miss the way his heart began to flutter at the smile, but he tried not to dwell on it.)
With a chuckle, the shorter boy responded, "Thank you, Madame."
"Well, you boys have fun in my shop!" she enthusiastically encouraged, "Try things on, and such." And with one more warm smile she left the two boys and headed back to the back room she appeared from.
Blaine smiled after her as his boyfriend inquired, "How do you know her?"
"I came in here with my mom once, when the store just opened up," he explained, "She didn't quite like anything in here unfortunately, preferring J. Crew to this. But I had a nice chat with Madame Clara while she was looking around and, well, we became acquainted." He turned to Kurt, continuing, "I always visit her whenever I come home."
Kurt hesitated. "And she's okay with you being - ?"
"I'm pretty sure I told her I was gay the third time I spoke to her. She's okay with it. Apparently, her best friend back in France is gay."
The taller boy nodded understandingly. Then he paused, asking, "Why is she here, in a small Ohio town like Westerville? These clothes look fantastic - there's no way she -"
"She used to own a shop back in France, where she met her husband. Before he retired, they decided to come back to his hometown - here - and she came with him. I'm pretty sure her friend in France is still running the shop she had back there." Blaine looked at his boyfriend then, trying to figure out the expression he had on his face.
"You guys are close," was all Kurt said then, though it sounded more like a question than a statement.
Blaine nodded and smiled wistfully. "She was one of the only people who was actually accepting of my orientation," he explained. "Great woman too. She's been with her husband since she was 20." Shaking his head, he said, "Alright, enough with this talk. We're in a clothing store and we didn't even touch a single piece of clothing. I'm appalled, Kurt Hummel."
Kurt rolled his eyes, but perked up immediately and tugged Blaine over to a rack of sweaters. "Come on!" he said.
And so began a dress up session that lasted at least a good 40 minutes. Not that Blaine minded. He was incredibly happy to spend the time with his boyfriend, who seemed on the verge of exploding from joy with the way he sifted through all the clothes, picking out outfits for both him and Blaine. They entered the dressing rooms about 5 minutes into it, trying on some of the combinations Kurt chose for the both of them. It was a bit hard, but the shorter of the two managed to keep up with the more enthusiastic one throughout the entire thing. (Though, Blaine had to stop trying things on by his fifth outfit, already a bit tired from changing in and out of clothes. Kurt didn't object, seeming content to take over the mini-fashion show.)
Blaine watched as Kurt strutted around in several outfits, applauding sometimes just to watch his boyfriend roll his eyes and turn a bashful pink.
At one point, Kurt remarked, "While these are not the designer threads I'm more partial to, they're definitely promising," going through a pile of trousers.
The tanner boy didn't know how to reply to that, so he simply nodded, content with knowing that Kurt approved of the place.
Clara came in from time to time, asking Kurt what he thought about her clothes, to which he answered with honest compliments and added in a few suggestions of his own. When Kurt was changing (again) in a dressing room, she quietly told Blaine how surprised she was about Kurt's knowledge of fashion, telling him how she actually agreed with the few suggestions he gave.
Blaine was a bit surprised by the comment. He had always known that Kurt had a thing for fashion - reading the latest issues of Vogue with him helped Blaine discover that. Still, the shorter boy couldn't help but feel kind of happy for Kurt, who truly and proudly stayed himself no matter who he met.
As he thought about this, he watched as Clara made her way over to Kurt - who just stepped out and showed off his outfit - tugging at the vest he had on. Blaine smiled.
Eventually, Blaine realized the time and told Kurt they had to get going. Together, they neatly returned all the clothes they tried on back to their racks and shelves. Blaine caught Kurt eyeing one of the scarves hanging by the register by the time he finished and, oh. He realized that his boyfriend had been staring it for a while.
"Kurt, do you want that scarf?" he asked.
Kurt turned to him, hesitant. "Well, it is a gorgeous scarf…" he trailed off, letting a hand stroke it carefully.
"I'll buy it for you," Blaine offered.
"Oh! No, it's okay, Blaine!" his boyfriend replied, but Blaine could see through it: Kurt definitely wanted that scarf.
"Nope, I'm getting it for you. I know you want it," he finalized. "Madame!"
"Oui?" she answered, stepping to the register.
"I'm getting that scarf," the tanner boy said, pointing to the one that Kurt wanted.
Clara raised a brow at him. "Really, Blaine? I didn't think this was really your sty - oh." She glanced at Kurt for a moment. "Is this for Monsieur Kurt?" Blaine nodded, ignoring the other boy's protests. "Ah, oui," she simply said, packing the scarf into a bag.
As Blaine paid, he noticed that his boyfriend stopped protesting. "Looks like someone's excited for their scarf," he snickered, nudging one of Kurt's arms.
"Well," he said, "you already bought it and the scarf really is fabulous - I have a sweater that would match perfectly with it…"
Blaine laughed, taking the bag from Clara and mouthing a "Thank you". She nodded to him in reply. Then, she and Kurt exchanged how they were pleased to meet each other. After, Clara waved the boys off and they exited the shop.
"Thank you for that," Kurt said suddenly.
Blaine looked at him, grinning. "No problem," he replied honestly.
"No, really. Thank you. It's been a while since I've done anything like that," Kurt admitted, the corners of his lips quirking into a smile.
"Again, no problem."
"So, where to?" the taller of the two asked.
Blaine pointed to a shop across the street. "Right there."
With a hand on the small of his boyfriend's back, Blaine guided Kurt over to "Rhythm 'n' Beats" and they entered the music store together.
"Hey, Marty!" Blaine greeted the lanky man who had his head ducked down from where he sat behind the counter.
The man looked up and simply nodded in return.
"Anyone in here?" Blaine asked. Marty shook his head before ducking his head down again. Excellent, Blaine thought, reaching out for his boyfriend's hand.
"Blaine…" Kurt warned in a strained voice as Blaine took his hand, but the curly head shook his head.
"No one's in here," he said, "Plus, Marty's okay with anyone so long as you don't mess up any of his CDs."
"Or records!" Marty called.
He laughed. "Or records," he corrected himself. "Come on, there's actually great acoustics in here and Marty trusts me with his stereo."
"Uh," Kurt hesitated, "where can I put this down?" He lifted the bag he was holding from Madame C's.
"Just leave it on the counter, son," Marty spoke then, his voice deep and gruff. "I'll watch it for ya."
Blaine grabbed the bag, placing it on the counter like Marty instructed. "Thanks Marty!" And with that he pulled Kurt further into the shop, where the two began to rifle through the seemingly hundreds of records and CDs in the store.
They proceeded to play several discs then, singing and dancing to the loud music that filled the shop once Blaine put them into Marty's stereo.
At one point, Kurt suddenly said, "Oh," pausing to look at one disc while he was looking through a rack of CDs.
"Yeah?" Blaine asked, his hand already reaching out for the disc.
"Could you play this for me? Track 3, please," Kurt ordered as he passed the CD. Blaine nodded, placing the CD into the player and glancing at the disc's tracklist.
He blinked. "Le Jazz Hot?"
Kurt nodded. Then, as soon as the music filled the air, he began to belt out the song, dancing around the shop in a matter Blaine knew was only practiced. He made a mental note to ask when Kurt ever had the time to plan this out, because it was amazing. His boyfriend's voice glided over the music effortlessly, and he danced with grace. Kurt cracked a wink at one point, to which Blaine blushed and tried to calm down the butterflies in his stomach like the smitten boyfriend he was. He openly gaped at Kurt's range.
Blaine was so stunned. He'd always known that Kurt was a great performer - they had performed countless impromptu routines and solo auditions to show for that. What he didn't know was how his boyfriend truly shined when he got his chance.
He suddenly had a flashback to months ago, when Kurt had first auditioned for a solo. All Blaine saw before was the nervous glint in Kurt's eye, despite the calm bravado he had on. All Blaine thought about was how Kurt had chosen the wrong song to audition with - a song that required one person to truly shine - for a number that was for a unified group. He had to shake his head and gesture to indicate that Kurt had to drop his hand because he was being too flamboyant.
Thinking about it now, the tanner of the two boyfriends realized that he had completely missed the way Kurt actually performed back then, which was very much similar to now. He knew that Kurt was in his element, and that there was no stopping him because one day - a day Blaine very much hoped to witness - Kurt was getting out of this state and becoming a star.
Blaine's chest swelled immensely with pride at the thought.
When the countertenor finished, he was smiling bright and trying to catch his breath as he held his ending pose.
He glanced at Blaine. "What'd you think?"
But Blaine couldn't really pull together an answer. So he walked up to his boyfriend and kissed him deeply, frantically. His mind was reeling with so many thoughts, all of them involving or revolving around Kurt: how he sang, how he danced, how graceful he was, how he owned the entire thing, how proud Blaine was to call Kurt his, how in the hell Blaine lucked out on him before anyone else did.
"I'm sorry," Blaine breathlessly apologized, genuinely sorry when he finally pulled away. "It's just - you were so amazing. The performance was perfect. How-wh - when did you get the time to practice that?"
Kurt chuckled, sounding like he, too, had a loss of oxygen. "An old performance I had to do in McKinley," he explained, shrugging.
For a moment, Blaine didn't understand. Kurt shook his performance off like it was nothing special. But that was the farthest thing from the truth. He blinked up at his boyfriend, incredulous that Kurt was acting like he honestly thought that the performance wasn't amazing - that he wasn't amazing.
Then again, with Blaine's track record of reviewing Kurt's performances (Don't Cry for Me Argentina, Animal - sadly, the list continued), perhaps there was a reason why his boyfriend seemed to dismiss his talent.
"But… you really think so? Amazing?" Kurt pressed suddenly, interrupting Blaine's thoughts.
He nodded eagerly, darting in for a kiss. "Amazing," he repeated, but the taller boy just rolled his eyes.
Sighing, Blaine promised himself that he'd apologize for every time he ever put down one of Kurt's past performances.
Then, he remembered something.
"Come on," he said, smiling eagerly, "This date isn't over yet!"
"There's more?" the chestnut haired one asked disbelievingly. Blaine simply nodded, returning all the discs he pulled out and smiling a bit when Kurt followed his lead and began returning everything he borrowed too. The shorter boy scurried over to the stereo and put everything back to their original settings before taking his boyfriend's hand once more.
Kurt grabbed the bag containing his scarf from Madame C's from the counter where they left it. Stepping out the store together, they called out a quick "Thanks, Marty!" and left.
Neither of them witnessed the slow grin that appeared on the music store owner's face, or him whispering, "Young love," as they exited.
- x 0 x -
Kurt scoffed. "And now our date becomes a cliché, huh?" he remarked in a mocking tone as Blaine pulled into a movie theatre's parking lot. "A movie on the first date?" He cocked an eyebrow and looked at Blaine.
Once Blaine fully stopped the car, he turned to Kurt with a nervous expression. "Is that a bad thing?" he questioned, his voice high and anxious.
"No, no!" Kurt answered quickly, shaking his head. He reached over and grabbed Blaine's hand, squeezing it reassuringly as he threw his boyfriend a smile.
"Oh, good," Blaine exhaled, nodding, "because we're still having dinner afterwards." He smiled shyly.
Kurt winced slightly in return. "Completely cliché," he repeated, but brought Blaine's hand up to his mouth before he kissed the knuckles. "But that's alright." He grinned.
His boyfriend leaned forward then, pressing his lips gently against Kurt's. Kurt smiled when they broke apart for a brief moment, only to end up moving forward and kissing each other again.
Kurt was busy making a happy noise when Blaine pulled away and whispered, "Come on, we have to get going if we're going to make the movie." His boyfriend's breath ghosted over him, since he was still that close, and it was all Kurt could do to not surge forward and kiss him again. However, they did have a date to get on with, so he simply sighed and nodded before getting out of the car. "Besides," Blaine continued when he met Kurt at his side of the car and taking his hand, "we already missed the first viewing because you pretty much tried on everything at Madame C's." He smirked.
The paler boy huffed, tempted to pull away his hand from where his and Blaine's were joined. "And to think, I actually thought you were actually able to keep up with me back there," he sneered, "Blaine, I barely took down that store; we didn't even shop." He looked at his boyfriend, considering him for a moment as they walked towards the theatre. "You probably wouldn't last if we actually went shopping though," he jabbed, smiling as he looked forward once more.
"Is that challenge, Kurt?" Blaine asked, his tone mocking.
Kurt considered it for a moment, before responding, "And what if it was?"
Blaine shrugged nonchalantly. "I'd have to take you up on it."
The taller boy nodded, pretending to really give some deep thought about the challenge. It was silly, really, putting up the act like didn't already know the answer.
He leaned as close as he could to his boyfriend's ear and whispered, "You still wouldn't last." And with that, Kurt pulled his hand away from Blaine and crossed his arms. Then, he walked forward, taking long strides as he left his boyfriend behind. He smirked when he heard Blaine's protests.
Blaine finally caught up to him once they reached the door. "You're evil," he muttered, opening the door.
Kurt stopped Blaine then, smiling sympathetically. "Blaine, I came from McKinley High. And not only that, I came from their glee club. I could do so much worse," he said. His boyfriend sighed, an annoyed look on his face when Kurt began to beam at him. Together, they walked into the building.
- x 0 x -
The theatre was alive as ever, Blaine noted, which made sense since it was late Saturday afternoon. However, the crowds didn't give them much of a problem, despite the lengthy lines. The trouble actually began once they reached the ticket booth; the man who was supposed to sell them their tickets was glaring at them.
At first, Blaine flinched, taking the man's glares by surprise. Then, he began to retreat to himself a bit, his eyes looking at anything but the ticket seller. When his hazel eyes met Kurt's blue ones though, he knew that Kurt could tell that he was angered, but at a loss of what to do.
After a few agonizing moments of angry eyes glaring everywhere, Kurt stepped in and ordered two tickets for them. Blaine still paid, having feeling guilty about how he handled everything and because he was still taking Kurt on a date, not the other way around.
It was just… Blaine didn't handle homophobes well, having transfer to Dalton because he couldn't. Dealing with them in public was something he still had to work on. The reason for his anger was because the man was ruining his perfect date, and, damnit, it was going flawless before the ticket seller began to shoot daggers at them. He explained this to Kurt as they lined up for concessions, which they did despite his boyfriend's protests.
"You know you're gonna ruin your appetite for dinner later if you buy us food now?" Kurt argued, effectively ending their conversation about what happened at the ticket booth.
"We're at the movies, Kurt," Blaine said, playfully bumping his shoulder against the other boy's, "You're supposed to buy overpriced junk food and eat them all before the movie even starts."
Kurt rolled his eyes, explaining the amount of empty calories they'd be consuming and what the oil in all the popcorn would do for his complexion. The fact that Blaine was paying - again - was enough reason for Kurt to stop protesting though. Well, that and actually getting to the front of the line, meaning that Kurt had no other choice but to order. The countertenor sighed, opting for a small, diet Coke and a bar of low-fat candy. The soloist rolled his eyes, ordering popcorn for the both of them and a soda of his own.
When they finally entered the theatre for their movie, food and drinks in tow, Blaine was pleased to find out that the place was near empty. At least he and Kurt wouldn't be noticed by many people, and therefore hopefully wouldn't be ridiculed if he ended up holding hands with him.
Don't get him wrong, Blaine was definitely happy and proud to claim Kurt his any time. He loved every little touch Kurt gave him now and he felt good about having a boyfriend to actually hold hands with and show off. Especially a boyfriend like Kurt.
But, that didn't mean Blaine forgot where he was and who was there. He just wanted to be cautious. He wasn't going to stop who he was by any means - but he certainly didn't want to get involved in anything he was able to avoid.
Which is why he led Kurt to the very back seats of the theatre behind all of the other viewers in the room. The paler boy didn't seem to be against Blaine's decision, following the tanner one to their seats and getting settled.
The trailers passed, in which they had quiet, heated discussions about the movies that were going to premier. Then the lights dimmed and Blaine realized he ended up finishing about half of the popcorn by the time the movie started. Feeling kinda bad about eating most of it, he motioned the bag over to Kurt, who surprisingly shared the rest of the popcorn with him until they finished it.
They fumbled a bit with about a dozen of tissues, making sure that both pairs of their hands were grease-free after finishing the popcorn. Once they settled back into their seats, things became a little… unusual. Kurt kept glancing at him when he thought Blaine wouldn't see him, and he loudly sighed often. The curly head finally realized that his boyfriend probably wanted to be touched - and that's when he began to feel anxious. What was he supposed to do? He knew that it was okay to make a move without being spotted; everyone seemed absorbed in the movie and it was next to pitch black, save for the light coming from the screen. So… what? Was he supposed to take Kurt's hand like always? Was he supposed to pull "the Move" and throw his arm around Kurt's shoulder? Oh jeez, what if he accidentally hit Kurt or something?
Blaine lost track of the movie then, freaking out silently over what to do. Eventually, he decided that he'd take the risk and carefully slip his arm around Kurt's shoulder. The thing was, he had no idea of how to do it. The shorter boy was justifiably afraid of accidentally hitting his boyfriend or something. Biting his lip, Blaine decided to go for the easiest option, which was the old pretending-to-stretch-and-yawn-but-really-throwing-an-arm-around-his-date trick. He took a deep breath and went for it.
Casually yawning, Blaine stretched the arm closest to Kurt straight over his head, making sure he didn't hit his boyfriend. He realized a second too late that he was yawning too long for it to be normal before letting the same arm settle carefully behind Kurt's shoulders. His arm stayed stiff for a while, as the rest of him was, hoping with all he had that Kurt wouldn't freak out or pull away.
He felt like an eternity passed by until Kurt finally shifted, his head slowly resting against Blaine's shoulder and chest. When his boyfriend finally settled in, Blaine let out a careful breath he hadn't even realized he was holding.
"Kurt?" he whispered.
Kurt nuzzled into him. "Yeah?"
And then, because he really wanted to, Blaine asked, "C-can I lean on you too?"
The chestnut haired Warbler was silent for a while, quietly considering the offer. The curly head was more than relieved when Kurt replied, "Try not to mess up my hair too much."
He chuckled quietly, leaning back in his seat until he was comfortable enough and tilted his head onto his boyfriend's.
Blaine tuned back into the movie occasionally, but it was pointless because he already missed and forgot most of it. Instead, he curled himself around his boyfriend as much as he could, reveling in how amazing it felt to have Kurt in his arms. He noticed on how soft Kurt's hair felt against his cheek. He focused how warm Kurt was. His stomach flip flopped when he realized how perfect Kurt felt in his arms. Sometimes, he turned his head slightly to press a soft kiss onto Kurt's head, blushing slightly when he pulled away sometimes.
And that's how Blaine spent the rest of the movie until the credits began to roll and the lights lit up again. The two boyfriends untangled themselves, stretching. Kurt's hair, Blaine happily observed, was still in tact.
They sat together for a while, waiting until the others left.
"You know, I'm not hungry for dinner," Blaine sadly announced.
Kurt faced him, a smug look on his face. "I told you. Oh well, at least now our date won't become the cliché of clichés."
Blaine shifted uncomfortably, looking at his boyfriend. "Did - did you enjoy it though? The date, I mean." He felt so anxious for Kurt's answer; all he wanted was that the date to be perfect, because that was what Kurt deserved. He personally thought that he did pretty well, but then again they were skipping dinner, and there was the entire debacle with the man selling their tickets. It did not help that his anxiety was just adding to all the pressure.
"Blaine, I want you to listen to me carefully when I tell you this, okay?" the countertenor said then, and the soloist nodded carefully, swallowing a lump in his throat. "You know that I have high standards, right?" He nodded again. "Well, you just surpassed them. All of them."
Blaine blinked, unable to speak. His jaw might have dropped a bit too. Kurt smiled warmly, his eyes twinkling.
"You treated me to a perfect day in Westerville," he honestly answered. "You let me try on and go through racks upon racks of clothes. You let me sing and dance with you and perform for you. You took me on a date complete with a dinner and a movie - or, at least, the movie part," he added the last part with a cocked eyebrow, and the curly haired Warbler blushed. But then Kurt was continuing, reaching over and grabbing Blaine's hands as he said, "And yes, the end of the date may have been a little too typical for my tastes, but you're the one having the date with me. And, to me, well… that's what matters."
Blaine opened and closed his mouth several times, trying to say something, anything. But nothing good enough was able to come out.
Eventually, he settled for, "If I could, I'd kiss you right now." Then, he lifted one of his hands, still joined with Kurt's, and kissed his boyfriend's fingers. "So, we'll leave that until we get to my car."
"Then let's go!" Kurt chirped then, pulling Blaine up.
The shorter boy laughed, "Alright, alright!" As they walked out of the theatre, he turned to Kurt, asking, "Is it okay if we skip dinner? I really am not hungry right now."
Kurt shook his head, smiling. "It's alright. We can save that for next time," he suggested, and Blaine nodded, smiling as well.
"Next time," he agreed.
When they entered the car, Blaine kept his promise and gently pulled Kurt in to kiss his boyfriend softly, sweetly. When they pulled apart, they were both grinning, bright and wide.
And maybe they were both still swooning a little when Blaine pulled out of the parking lot, driving back to Lima.
( Chapter 6)