There will be a short author’s note afterward to explain what the Italian phrases are supposed to mean. I used Google Translate so they may not be right. If they aren’t and you know it then tell me and I will fix it. Thanks for your patience, enjoy and review!
Chapter 4
Noon the next day found Blaine already dressed for his date and pacing his living room nervously. He hadn’t been on a date since his sophomore year of college and he had no idea how to act. He had changed clothes three times and had spent much more time than was necessary making sure his unruly curls were in place.
In the middle of what must have been his hundredth circuit around the room, Blaine’s phone went off in his pocket, causing him to jump out of his skin. He pulled it out and read the caller ID readout.
Incoming Call
Mike Chang
Blaine smiled despite his nervousness and answered his former roommate’s call.
“Hey, Mikey.” He said, trying to sound cheerful.
“Stop pacing.” Mike said by way of response. “You’re going to be fine.”
“Who said I was—?” Blaine began defensively.
“Blaine, we’ve been friends almost six years. I know you.” Mike said, his tone was slightly amused.
“Good point. Mikey, I haven’t been on a date since…a while. I don’t know how to act.” Blaine groaned and collapsed on the couch.
“Just be yourself, dude. You’re the most charming guy I know. Plus, I think you’ve already won this guy over if he’s inviting you to lunch.”
Blaine heard the sounds of an engine outside. “That’s him. I’ve got to go.” He said nervously. “Wish me luck.”
“You don’t need it. Seatbelts and condoms, bro.” said Mike and hung up just as a knock sounded at the door.
Blaine jumped up and smoothed his hair hastily before opening the door.
Kurt stood on the doorstep, a smile on his face. “Ready to go?”
Blaine could do nothing but stare for a few seconds. Kurt looked fantastic. His perfect hair gleamed in the sunlight and his clothes, which were clearly designer, were cut to perfection.
“Um, yeah. Yeah, let’s go.” He stammered.
They headed out to the car and Blaine noticed the tiny dents from the hail storm still in the hood.
“Haven’t fixed your car yet?” he asked, hoping it sounded conversational rather than accusatory.
“No, not yet.” He said brightly. “I’ll have to wait until I go home for a visit. We have a break between this and our summer shows so I usually pop in for a week.”
The topic of Kurt’s family carried the conversation until he pulled onto the street.
“What about you?” Kurt asked. “Where did you grow up?”
“Um, Westerville, actually. Not too far from you.” He said shortly.
“Oh, wow. Small world. So you went to Westerville High?”
“Dalton.”
Kurt’s eyes lit up. “We competed against your glee club!” he said excitedly.
“Wait a minute, you were in New Directions?” Blaine said incredulously. New Directions kicked their butts every year.
“You were a Warbler?” Kurt asked.
They were still swapping show choir war stories when they reached the restaurant. It was a tiny Italian place that Blaine had never seen before.
“I just love Italian food.” Kurt gushed.
Blaine made to get out of the car as he started to respond, but was interrupted.
“Wait!” Kurt nearly screamed. “Don’t move.” He jumped out of the car and came around to the passenger side and opened Blaine’s door with a sweeping bow. “Proprio in questo modo, signore.” He said with an impish grin.
Blaine tried not to laugh at his accent. “You speak Italian?” he asked.
Kurt giggled. “God, no. I speak French. Rachel and I went to Rome the summer before our last year of college. I learned to say that, ‘Where’s the men’s room?’, and a few firty words. I always thought it was a beautiful language, though.”
Blaine nodded in agreement. “Parole, in Italia, sono come I prelilinari. E ‘la lingua piu sensuale al mondo.” He said with a smile. “I could teach you if you want.”
Kurt swallowed hard. He had no idea what Blaine just said. But it could have been anything as long as he looked at him like that; like he wanted to tear his clothes off right there in the parking lot.
“Yeah,” Kurt said, “that would be great. His voice sounded hoarse.
“Shall we?” Blaine asked, offering Kurt his arm.
Kurt tried not to grin like an idiot. Despite the sadness that lingered behind those eyes, Blaine was turning out to be quite charming.
They were seated at a small booth in the back. The lighting in I Tre Fratelli was low and romantic and the staff were efficient but stayed out of their way as they chatted. They had just ordered when a voice sounded from the other side of the room that made Blaine wince.
“Blainey!” a tall, good-looking man shouted as he sauntered up to their table. “What’s new, little bro?” he asked, squeezing Blaine’s shoulder.
Blaine’s face tightened a little. “Hello, Coop.”
“Who’s this?” he asked, shooting Kurt a curious look.
“This is Kurt. Kurt, this is my brother Cooper.”
“Nice to meet you, Kurt.” Cooper said.
“Nice to meet you too.” Kurt said, shaking Cooper’s hand
“What are you two up to?” Cooper asked, a sly grin on his face.
They were both saved from answering by the arrival of a beautiful woman in a bright yellow sundress. She wrapped one of her slender arms around Cooper’s waist.
“The waiter dropped off the bill, babe. Do you want me to pay?” she asked and then turned her stunning green eyes and sweet smile on Blaine.
“Hey, Blaine.” She said
“Hey, Andy.” He said, returning her smile, and before she could ask he gestured at Kurt.
“Kurt, this is Andrea Cooper, my sister-in-law.”
“Very nice to meet you Kurt.” She said offering a slender hand. As he was shaking her hand a movement to his left caught his eyes. He had been so stunned by Andrea and the striking pair she and Blaine’s brother made, he hadn’t noticed the little girl until she started to fidget.
“Who’s this?” he asked, turning his full attention to the child.
“My name is Bonnie.” She said, looking Kurt right in the eye. “I’m five years old.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Bonnie.” He said, taking the girl’s tiny hand in his. “I’m Kurt.”
He shook her hand lightly “That’s a beautiful dress.” He said, gesturing to the frock, which was much like her mother’s, only in pale pink.
“Thank, you. You look like and angel.” She said softly and Kurt blushed, unable to come up with a response.
“Are you Uncle Blaine’s boyfriend?” she asked.
Grateful for something else to respond to Kurt smiled. “I don’t know. We haven’t gotten that far yet. Do you think I should be?”
Bonnie seem to think the question over very seriously for a few seconds. “Yes.” She said and without warning, she reached up and framed his face with her chubby, slightly sticky hands. “Uncle Blaine needs an angel. Someone to be nice to him.” She dropped her hands and turned to her mother, tugging on her skirt. “Mommy, I think Uncle Blaine wants to be alone with Kurt.”
The four adults laughed. and Cooper clapped his brother on the shoulder.
“Well now that my daughter has been as precocious as possible I think we should probably get going. I guess we’ll see you at Anderfest Blainey?” he said, earning a pained expression from his little brother. “Bring Kurt.” He suggested “Dad might be on his best behavior in mixed company.” He said the last softly but Kurt heard it all the same. “”Again, nice meeting you.” He said to Kurt with a smile and he and his family headed over to pay their bill.
“I’m so sorry about that.” Blaine said as soon as they were out of earshot, dropping his face into his hands.
Kurt laughed “It was fine. They were nice.” Before Blaine could respond, their food arrived. Blaine smiled across the table at Kurt for a few seconds after the waiter walked away. Finally Kurt waved impatiently. “Take a bite!” he said with a look of anticipation.
With a short bark of laughter, Blaine picked up his fork “Okay, okay.” He said and scooped up some of the chicken carbanara that Kurt had recommended.
“Oh, my god.” He said with a moan as soon as the taste registered on his tongue.
Kurt laughed. “I told you.”
Blaine fell into silence as he chewed. Kurt was content to watch him for a while but a sudden thought occurred to him “Blaine,” he said “What’s Anderfest?”
Blaine swallowed. “Oh.” He said flatly “that.”
“Is it a bad thing?”
“No...not really. It’s just...It’s this big family barbeque thing we do every year, the first week of summer and everyone shows up and we eat and drink and Cooper gets drunk and pulls out his guitar and sings every Flogging Molly song he knows, Bonnie throws up on someone, my dad and grandfather, who also get drunk start yelling at me about how I still haven’t done anything with my life and asking me if I am over ‘that whole gay thing’…” his voice trailed off and he put another fork full of food in his mouth and chewed morosely. “You really don’t want to go.”

“It sounds to me like you could use a friend at this thing and if you want me their…I’m in.” he said with a smile. “I’ll bring a chocolate souffl�.”

Blaine reached across the table and took Kurt’s hand in his. “Thanks.”

Kurt kept thinking they would run out of things to talk about but they were still keeping up a steady stream of conversation when Kurt pulled up in front of Blaine’s apartment.

“I had a really good time.” Blaine said.
“Me too.” Said Kurt, and leaned across the center console to pull Blaine into at tight hug. They pulled back only slightly, leaving no more than a few inches between them
“I really need to go in there and get some work done.” Blaine said, but made no move to do so.
“Yeah, I have a ton of errands to run.” Kurt breathed.
“If we’re both busy then why haven’t we moved?” Blaine asked.
Kurt put on a mock thoughtful expression and shifted slightly closer. “Well I can’t speak for you but I don’t really want to move until I do this.” He said and closed the remaining few inches, pressing his lips to Blaine’s in a soft, lingering kiss.

When he pulled back, Blaine’s expression was shocked, leaving Kurt to think he had made a terrible mistake. Finally, he spoke.
“Um, I don’t think that really helped.” He said “Maybe one more?”
Kurt nearly laughed with relief and kissed him again, this time longer.
“I don’t think we’re going to get anything done this way.” Blaine said softly.
“You’re probably right.”
“I’ll text you.”
“I will answer.” Kurt said with a smile.
Reluctantly Blaine got out of the car and into his apartment. When the door closed behind him, he leaned against it with a huge smile on his face.
Blaine sighed as he rubbed his tired eyes. This had actually been the longest day of his life. Talking to his normally intelligent, quick witted students had been like talking to a brick wall. One that rolled its eyes and looked down at its phone every time he made a cheesy joke. Grant you, he hadn’t been particularly attentive either. He had thought of Kurt all day. His stunning blue eyes, bright smile, high clear singing voice, the way Kurt’s lips felt moving against his own…
He was now in his office, trying to focus on writing the final exam for his music theory class. With another sigh, he pulled out his phone, unwilling to wait anymore, and sent a text.

What are you doing?

Just finished a run though ;-)

Another one? You know doing something over and over again and expecting a different result is the definition of insanity. :-P

Haha. Very funny. What are *you* doing?

Well, I’m *supposed* to be working, but I’m mostly thinking about you.

Why, Professor Anderson! Are you coming on to me?

That was the goal. ;-) is it working?

I don’t know yet.

Well then let’s test it. What are you doing tonight?

Avoiding my roommate, why?

Perfect. You can avoid her at my place. I’ll cook…hopefully.

Oh, you don’t have to threaten me. *I’ll* cook. What time?

6? I have papers to grade =/

More papers? What was the definition of insanity again?

Touch�. It’s part of the job though. Why are you avoiding your roommate?

I love her like a sister but sometimes she’s so…madding. She has a good excuse this time I guess. Boy trouble. Fortunately, one of her other friends is attending the pity party tonight.

Are you sure? We can do it some other time if…

It’s fine really. The guy in question happens to be my step brother so I am trying to stay out of it anyway.

Wow. And I thought my family was nuts.

Yeah...shit, director wants to give notes, I have to go. See you at 6!

See you!

Okay so what the Italian from this chapter is supposed to mean:

Kurt’s line: “Right this way, sir.”
Blaine’s Line: “Words, in Italy, are like foreplay. It’s the most sensual language in the world.”