Aug. 9, 2013, 8:03 a.m.
Of Flowers and Therapy: Chapter 4
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The wedding surprising went quite smoothly, it was a fairly simple wedding in a barn type building about 10 minutes drive from the shop, therefore Kurt had gone for a very country theme with the flowers, and the bride had practically burst into tears when she saw what he had made her, hugging him tightly. Kurt laughed it off, promising it was just his job, but inside he was swelling with pride, it was always nice for someone to truly appreciate his art.
Making his way back to the shop, he was exhausted, it had been a long and very busy day, he wanted nothing more than to go back to his apartment and run himself a nice hot bath with lots of bubbles and maybe even a glass of wine to have in the bath. When he got back to his shop he went inside and finished off the shop, making sure everything was ready to go for Monday, he was always glad for the shop traditionally not being open Sunday's none more so than today.
When he got up to his apartment, he did as he had planned, he ran a bath and climbed in, bubbles bobbing along the surface, covering every inch of the bathtub, he loved the smell of the bubble bath he had brought, it had a very floral smell with a hint of something more earthy, like cinnamon. He couldn't help but feel at home in the floral scent.
He had pretty much fallen asleep when his doorbell ringing startled him, deciding it was just a sales person, or someone trying to convince him he needed something he probably didn't, he didn't make any effort to go answer it. When the doorbell went for a third time, however, he decided it probably was urgent enough to prompt him having to get out of the tub. Wrapping a towel around his waist, he grumbled slightly as he made his way to the door, annoyed that someone had interrupted his bath.
"Whoever you are, I want you to know that I was enjoying a very nice bath so this had better be imp-"
He was cut off as he looked up after opening the door, there, on his doorstep stood Blaine, what looked like a bottle of very expensive wine in hand, staring at Kurt as though he had just told him aliens were real and about to attack. It was then that Kurt realised he was undressed, make that hardly dressed at all, he wrapped his arms around his torso protectively, watching as Blaine opened and closed his mouth, clearly trying to find something to say.
"Guh. Um Hi abs, uh, I mean, Kurt, Hi Kurt!" Blaine definitely looked adorable when he was flustered, and Kurt couldn't help but smirk slightly at the very red looking Blaine. Who was currently fiddling with the hem of him blue sweater.
"Blaine? Hi! I wasn't expecting you tonight, sorry, I was just having a bath, that wedding really took it out of me, my back was killing me. What can I do ya for?"
"Oh god, I'm sorry, of course you'd want to relax after work, I just thought, stupidly perhaps that you might fancy splitting a bottle of wine with me, seen as we didn't really have a lot of time to talk this morning, but forget it, we can do it another time, goodnight, Kurt"
Kurt watched as Blaine went to turn around, leaving Kurt stood helplessly in the door.
"Wait! A bottle of wine sounds pretty amazing right now, why don't you come in, make yourself at home, and I'll just drain the bath, put some more appropriate attire on, and come join you?"
Blaine looked like a child, his smile so big it took up most of his face.
"Great!"
Kurt went back to his bathroom, draining the tub and going into his bedroom to pull some yoga pants and tee on. He may have chosen the yoga pants that fit perfectly and the tee that was maybe a size too small, but he would never admit that to anyone, not at all.
When he came back out of his room a few minutes later, he saw Blaine sat on his couch, tapping away at his phone, but when Kurt entered he put his phone back in his pocket.
"Someone interesting?"
"Just Cooper"
Kurt's heart sank, of course someone as gorgeous as this would have a boyfriend, stupid stupid Kurt, how could he think he might actually stand a chance with him, all I am to him is a next door neighbour, well maybe a friend, but nothing more. Yet another rejection, should be getting used to these right now. He was so busy with his internal monalogue that he had completely stopped listening to what Blaine was saying, by the time he tuned back in, Blaine had clearly nearly finished whatever story he was telling.
"--talk to him later"
"i'm so sorry, Blaine, what were you saying, totally blanked out, you were talking about your boyfriend?"
"Boyfriend? What are you talking about? I was talking about Cooper?"
"Yeah, is Cooper not your boyfriend then?"
Blaine laughed at him then, he actually full out belly laughed. Gasping for breath, he finally answered.
"I'm obviously not very easy to read, first you think I'm having a baby with Tina, the next you think Cooper is my boy-boyfriend"
Kurt wasn't really getting the joke, did that mean that Cooper wasn't his boyfriend? Before he could ponder anymore, Blaine filled in the gaps for him.
"Cooper is my brother, Kurt, he lives in Los Angeles, he is trying his best to break into the acting business, but I don't know how far he is exactly getting with it, he was texting me to tell me about his latest audition."
Kurt shouldn't have felt so relieved, he was just his friend after all, but he couldn't help but let his heart leap a little bit, Blaine was gay, gorgeous and single. There had to be a catch here somewhere, everything seemed a bit too perfect. He went and sat next to Blaine on the couch, tucking his legs underneath him and turning so he was facing Blaine.
"Now that we have established I am in fact single, and my brother is not also my boyfriend, and that in fact we do not have some sort of incentuous family, how about we settle down, and get to know each other, over what I like to call a fantastic bottle of wine."
Kurt couldn't help but laugh, Blaine was adorable, and hilarious, he loved anyone that made him laugh, and Blaine was no exception, he could definitely see them becoming good friends, anything more than that would just be a bonus. So they talked, about everything and anything, neither stopping for a second to check the time, testament to the fact they weren't bored of each others company, and were thoroughly enjoying themselves.
When Kurt let out a yawn, he finally looked at the clock, noticing a shining 4.13, he couldn't believe they had talked until 4am! He had never done that with anyone! Blaine followed his line of sight, letting out a surprised gasp when he saw the time too.
"Wow, I didn't realise we had talked so late, I had better be getting back to my place! Coffee tomorrow sound good to you? Seen as that was technically the next time we were supposed to be getting together"
"I think you actually mean today? But yes, coffee sounds amazing, why don't you give me a text when you're up and then we'll go from there?"
"Goodnight Kurt, sleep well"
As he said this, he leant over and gave Kurt a very tender hug, almost loving, and Kurt couldn't help but feel a slight shiver at the contact. Pulling away reluctantly, he opened the door for Blaine.
"Goodnight Blaine, and thank you"
With a small smile, the two parted ways, Kurt's head falling back against the door, and Blaine's eyes looking intently at his feet. Florist and chef, not a usual combination, but when were Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson ever put in the 'usual' category?