Sept. 10, 2012, 5:16 p.m.
Confusing Pretty Little Thing: Chapter 6
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Chapter 6
A couple of days later Kurt was sitting on the couch, laptop in his lap, the essay he was supossed to be writting completely forgotten and thinking about Blaine. He hadn't figured Blaine out completely yet, but he was starting to let himself get into whatever it was they had. It was still confusing and he felt he still had a lot to learn about Blaine, but now he was sure he was going to give them a chance. Kissing Blaine, everything had just felt right and he was not giving up on that. So Kurt decided it was his turn to ask Blaine out.
He looked for his phone, scattered between his books and papers at the coffee table and went to call Blaine. It rang for a while and went to voicemail. Kurt already knew that was an option given that Blaine was probably on set. He left a message that just said, "Hi Blaine, is Kurt. Give me a call when you're free. Bye!"and went back to his homework.
Almost two hours later, while he was making dinner and chatting with Rachel about their days, his phone rang. Kurt saw Blaine's name and answered quickly, giving Rachel a warning look to keep her silent.
"Hi, Blaine. How are you?"
"Hey! I'm great. Exhausted, but great. You called me..." Blaine trailed off and Kurt couldn't tell if he was hearing surprise or doubt in his voice. It dawned on him then that they texted all the time but hadn't actually called before. He hadn't even thought about that earlier. It made him more nervous.
"Yeah... I wanted to ask you if you were free this Friday's evening?" He said walking out of the kitchen (Rachel was making faces at him) and trying to sound casual.
"Mmm, I've to be at this charity event, but it's supossed to be a quick, just showing up, thing."
"Do you think you could make it for dinner? We can just do it any other day, if not. I mean, it`s not something that has to be on Friday..."
Blaine interrupted Kurt's rambling saying, "I`m pretty sure I can make it". Kurt could tell he was smiling widely.
"Oh, ok. I don't have any fancy plans, I just wanted to ask you for dinner here at my place... I'll cook." Said Kurt, suddenly feeling his plans were falling short.
"I'd love that, Kurt." Was the answer he got and his heart ached at the sincerity in Blaine`s voice. "I'd be there as soon as I've conviced Allyson and my publicist that I've done my duty.".
"Don't worry about the time, make sure you feed kids in Africa or save trees or feed trees to kids in Africa, whatever it is. I'd be here." He joked.
Blaine laughed loudly. "The costume girls are getting mad at me for moving so much. I'd have to go. See you on Friday."
"Oh, poor girls!" Kurt said laughing, too. "Bye, Blaine."
"Bye"
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Friday got there too soon and not soon enough at the same time. As days passed Kurt went from nervous, to anxious, to confident (what glorious five minutes had those been!) and to nervous again. Everything about Blaine was now painted with this sense of potentiality, of fear and of just utter want that it almost overwhelmed Kurt.
The bell finally rang while Kurt distractedly stirred the risotto. He went to open it and completely forgot how to breathe at the sight. There Blaine was, wearing a black Versace tuxedo. His mouth was watering and he had no itention at all in learning if it was at the tuxedo itself or the incredibly handsome man beneath it. It was a little too much for his poor little human body to handle. Gosh, he was gorgeous! And the suit was marvelous, too, he thought, openly checking Blaine from head to toes.
Blaine was grinning, obviously aware that Kurt was staring. Kurt managed to breath out a little "Hi", moving from the door to let Blane in. He obliged, picking a little backpack at his feet and giving a still startled Kurt a little peck on the corner of his lips as a hello when he entered the apartment.
"Mm... I ‘d keep in mind to wear designers around you more often." He said, laughing softly. "It'd have taken me another hour to go back to just change. Can I do that here? You can analize it or whatever it's you're dying to do when I take it off" Blaine continued, his voice sweet and playful, clearly entertained by the reaction he had gotten. Kurt tried not to read much into the sentence. Instead, he brought a hand to the jacket at Blaine's collarbone and traced the lapel slenderly. Then he brought his hand up again, to his shoulder, brushing off some non-existent dust. It was such an amazing fabric, and Blaine's shoulders so muscled and strong.
"You can change in my room." Kurt finally said, walking Blaine there and making some room in his closet for him to put the tuxedo (It didn't matter it didn't belong to neither him nor Blaine, the thing was a Versace and they were going to treat it properly, he muttered).
Kurt tried to compose himself during the few minutes it took Blaine to be back. When he did, he looked completely like himself again, colorful bow tie and cute striped cardigan included. As he made it back to Kurt with a smile, he said, "You can go admire it if you want, now".
"I feel like it has somehow lost it magic." Kurt answered and... wow. Had that really been him? It didn't sound like him, really, but that hopefull look that made Blaine`s eyes sparkle, looking even prettier, was making it so worth it.
They both smiled and their gazes met. Staring into each others eyes for a couple of minutes. Then, Blaine leaned over and kissed him. Just a simple, sweet, little kiss that took Kurt`s breath away. It took him a few more minutes to put himself together and got back to host-mode.
Kurt finished putting dinner together quickly, which was easy given it was practically done, and they went to sit at the table. Then Blaine remembered something and went to get his backpack.
He came back with a bottle of wine in his hands, a Bryant Family 2008 Napa Valley Cabernet Sauvignon.
"I've a confession," Blaine said.
The choose of words brought Kurt back from his thought line of I'm not an expert but that is definitely a very good wine.
"A confession?" He asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.
"Mmm...I may or may not had asked Allyson to get me a wine refrigerator for my car just to bring this at its best." Blaine confessed a little embarrassed.
Kurt just looked at him, not a single idea of how to react. Blaine caught his eye and there was an unsaid question in there. As if he was afraid he had just said something wrong. That wasn't the case, it was just that he always managed to leave Kurt not knowing what was going on. There was something about him that he couldn't wrap his head around. He could never really see through his motives.
"That really is taking the whole ‘I'll bring the wine' a little too seriously." He said smiling. The light tone worked, as Blaine was laughing. "You could say that. Sorry, I can be sort of... intense. But I do want to share this with you." Blaine replied, placing the bottle on the table, carefully.
"I haven't complained. It's just... you sure?"
"Come on... Let's just enjoy. This looks delicious, Kurt."
They had an amazing dinner, with even better wine.
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Over an hour later found them in the couch. They were sitting close to each other, glasses of wine in their hands, low light and slow music in the background, chatting lightly. As they talked animatedly, their hands would casually graze the other's and their gazes would linger in each other's eyes for as long as they dared to.
Kurt felt as, even if they were just talking, they were saying so much more. They were getting so comfortable with each other. There was something about Blaine that had made him feel comfortable from the very begining.
Blaine's hand grazed Kurt's again as he was telling a story that has happened on set and, instead of taking it back, Blaine had left it there, covering Kurt's, caressing his knuckles lightly. As Kurt turned his hand, properly taking Blaine's in his and feeling the contact through the nerves in his whole body, he couldn't help but think of how much was going unsaid between them. Of how much was left to figure out about Blaine, of how he still was a little scared of all of this.
"You're quiet." Blaine said, then.
"You're cute." Kurt said back with a tiny smile, eyes scrutinizing Blaine's sparkly ones.
"You're gorgeous." Blaine retorted, but Kurt thought he saw him blush a little.
"You're unfair..." Kurt started to say, smiling.
Blaine cut him off, saying, "Just shut up," and leaning to kiss him fully.
Fifteen minutes later found Blaine almost lying on Kurt, who was completely scattered on the couch. They were kissing and exploring lazily, wine completely forgotten on the coffee table.
There was a knock on the door and Kurt moved from Blaine a little, stopping to kiss him but not standing up. He was smiling and he hold Blaine were he was when the other boy went to move.
"You can come in, Rach!" Kurt shouted.
Blaine went to move again, still expecting Kurt to disentangle himself from him and change to a more appropiated position. But Kurt stopped him again, muttering, "it's ok."
"Hi Kurt! Has Blaine left already?" Came a chirpy voice from the door.
"I wanted to meet him, you said I could..." Rachel had reached the living room and stopped, staring. "Oh..."
Kurt gently urged a confused Blaine to move and, with a grin, went to make the introductions.
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