double date

[mediumdrip]

Who: Blaine (mediumdrip), Kurt (showbizpanache), Daedalus (gaveherwings) and Franz (hisdiscretion).
Where: The Grey Line
When: you know, I honestly have no idea... This might be a backthread. This might be today. Someone will eventually tell me. I just write the posts.
What: Double Date!
Warnings: None yet.

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[showbizpanache]

[Kurt is a little iffy about physical contact too. He is a common purveyor of ass-out hugs, but they're meaningful. Fancy air kisses are given to Franz too, of course, and then moves back to grasp Blaine's arm again.]

You dress your partner well, mon ami. I chose this shirt for Blaine, too. It matches his puppy-dog eyes, doesn't it?

[hisdiscretion]

He looks perfect.

[Franz emphasizes with a pat to Blaine's shoulder. He really is quite fond of the young man, and of an excuse to take another look at those so-called puppydog eyes.]

Listen to us. We're like housewives with little poodles.

[He glances over to the hostess stand.]

They're calling our name. We'd better head over there, that lady in the fur coat looks like she's ready to claim to be d'Epinay party of four and fight us for it.

[mediumdrip]

Puppy dog? [Blaine asks, grinning a little stupidly, like someone who doesn't get the joke but wants to. He's never really considered his eyes 'puppy dog eyes' before.

He kind of glances over at Daedalus for help, as if the doctor should be able to decode the words that Franz and Kurt choose, but he realizes that that's just not really something that either of them are going to fully understand ... At least they're cute?

Being ushered to their table is a nice distraction. Blaine keeps looking around, taking in the view, but he keeps his arm there for Kurt and then moves to pull out Kurt's chair.]

[gaveherwings]

[Daedalus is quick to shoot that slightly helpless look right back at Blaine, shrugging, too far out of his element the moment talk turns to sweaters and poodles...particularly while he's still the object of discussion.

It's a little uncomfortable, frankly, how quick Franz and Kurt devolve into frivolous things, and sometimes he guiltily catches himself wondering (with a small sense of desperation) if it's really just some grand act of coded small talk he's simply never learned.

After all, whatever he put on in the morning wasn't as relevant as anatomy, or how cells react to attacking bacterial infection.]

Let's not get into fisticuffs over table reservations, please.

[He still doesn't really think to be so princely as to pull out chairs, half-expecting an Autoreiv attendant to swoop in and smoothly prepare chairs for them, and when that doesn't happen he simply claims the seat in best view of the windows...and instead there's a human server setting down menus, introducing herself as Anna. Halfshell oysters by the dozen are the

[showbizpanache]

[Happily Kurt lowers himself into the chair Blaine pulled out for him, giving his boyfriend a grateful smile. He immediately links their hands as they sit down, never tiring of how good it feels to be able to do that in public without any real apprehension.]

Well, to be fair, you look impeccable too, Franz. Almost as perfect as me, I'd say, and that's a generous compliment. And yes, Daedalus, seafood sounds wonderful. The most exciting nautical thing Ohio ever had was Sea World in the nineties and it doesn't even have that anymore.

[This feels so nice, to be out with a couple just like them, to be freely affectionate and flirtatious, to feel--well, like adults. It's a far cry from furtive little dinner dates at Breadstix with ten o'clock curfews and homework due the next day.]