“Wait, wait Blaine!” Kurt exclaimed as he was nearly dragged onto the porch. Blaine stopped walking and turned to face him. “What do you mean a date?”
Blaine sighed, as if the answer to his question was obvious, which it sort of was. “There are not many things one can mean by that Kurt.” Kurt crossed his arms in front of his chest, and Blaine sighed, wishing Kurt would have just gone with it. But if Kurt would have simply agreed, the game would end and it wouldn’t be as much fun anymore. “It means I’m taking you out,” he said, rubbing his pointer finger down Kurt’s chest, marveling at the shiver he got in response. “On a date.” He grabbed Kurt by his belt loops and closed any remaining distance between them. Kurt gulped at how Blaine said date, using extra pop on the t. “Right now.”
Kurt stood stunned, not believing his words for a moment. Blaine couldn’t help but notice Kurt’s eyes; they were beautiful, a sea of blue that anyone could get lost in if they looked too long. He found himself staring into them before stepping back and clearing his throat, rubbing the back of his neck self-consciously. Kurt’s face fell, and he looked down at his feet.
“Where exactly would we be going?” He asked quietly, and Blaine was almost sure he hadn’t heard him right. Blaine put his fingers on Kurt’s chin and tilted it up to make him meet his gaze.
“So that’s a yes?” Blaine asked, and Kurt could see underlying excitement in his eyes, though he tried to look impassive.
Kurt laughed, trying to be dismissive as he felt the blush on his cheeks slowly fading away. If Blaine could pretend to be unemotional, so could he. “That’s a consideration. Now where are we going?” He watched as Blaine fidgeted, fingers twitching and he almost smiled.
“You’ll see.” Blaine grabbed his wrist gently. “Let’s go.”
Kurt pulled back before holding up one finger. “Hold on.” He ran into his house, grabbing his cell phone and wallet off of his desk. When he returned upstairs, Burt was standing leaning against the kitchen doorway talking to Blaine who had walked inside as well.
“So what do you boys plan on doing?” Burt asked him, and Kurt could almost feel the tense aura drifting throughout the room. Blaine had kept his composure, but Kurt could tell he was nervous by the set of his eyebrows.
Blaine suddenly smiled. It was unnerving, and Kurt knew what he was planning on saying. He rushed up to them and grabbed Blaine’s arm, silently warning him not to say anything bad. Blaine didn’t pay attention to him though. “Well,” Blaine started off animatedly, and Kurt forced him outside before he could say any more.
He could hear Blaine laughing from outside as he closed the door on him. “Sorry dad, he doesn’t exactly have a filter,” Kurt said shrugging.
“I can see that,” Burt said with a chuckle. He wasn’t exactly crazy for the boy with curly hair and a little too much attitude, but if he made Kurt happy, he would try his best to be civil to him.
“We’re just um-“ Kurt started to explain, feeling a blush creeping up once again, and he was almost sure he had blushed more this whole week than his entire life. It also hadn’t escaped Burt’s notice, and he crossed his arms in front of himself. “He’s taking me on-“ he coughed lightly as he said the last part, hoping Burt wouldn’t push any further. “onadate.”
The room was filled with an awkward silence until Burt clapped him on the shoulder, looking shocked as Kurt flinched. Kurt had expected him to be mad, so his muscles were strung up tight, making him look about ready to fight someone.
“Have fun kid,” was all Burt said, as he started to walk away. Kurt stood dumbstruck for a moment. Before Burt could reach the end of the hall, he half-turned his head and added a little “be safe” before returning to the living room, probably feeling more embarrassed than Kurt was at the moment.
Kurt swallowed and, with a shaking hand, opened the door. Blaine was sitting on the railing of his porch, smoking a cigarette, swinging booted feet to clack against the wood. He looked almost childlike, even in his ever present leather jacket and jeans. Kurt frowned as he took another huff, but didn’t say anything as he approached the other boy. When Blaine noticed his presence, he hopped down quickly and moved to put the cigarette out.
“I- I’m trying to quit,” he explained quickly. “I only really smoke now when I’m nervous.”
“My dad made you nervous?” Kurt asked, just a bit pleased. He smiled as Blaine waved the smoke away from his own face frantically.
“Not necessarily,” he responded, leading Kurt off the porch. You make me nervous.
Kurt narrowed his eyes when he didn’t see Blaine’s motorcycle parked in the driveway. Instead, there was an old black car, a Mustang, probably from the 60’s. He was the son of a mechanic, he knew his cars.
Blaine looked at him incredulously for a moment before shrugging. “You looked like you would die if you went on another ride, so I decided to take the car.” At first, Kurt was curious where he had gotten the car, and why he would need it when he had the motorcycle he drove every day. He shook the thought and every other doubtful inquisition he had about the boy off and smiled. The thought of Blaine taking him into consideration made Kurt happy.
Blaine smiled slightly as well, glad that he had finally done something right somehow. He walked Kurt to the door, and Kurt was a bit disappointed when Blaine didn’t open the car door for him. He remembered that he shouldn’t really expect that kind of thing from someone like Blaine, and he dismissed the disappointment. When they finally drove off, Kurt reached his hand out to turn on the radio, only to have it slapped away.
“Don’t touch the radio Hummel,” Blaine said, just a bit harshly. “My car, I pick the tunes.” Kurt glared at him as Blaine put on an old rock station.
“Fine then,” he muttered softly, trying not to sound angry. He was looking downwards, missing the worried look Blaine shot him from the side. Frustrated, Blaine sighed and ran a hand through his unruly curls.
“I- I just don’t- I don’t like people touching my car much,” Blaine stuttered out, and Kurt knew he was apologizing even though he never said anything directly.
At least he’s trying.
~
Blaine pulled into a parallel park in front of the movie theater. As he did so, he wasn’t paying attention and came seconds away from running over a little girl who was walking, not looking at anything besides the hair of the doll held in her tiny hands. When Kurt shrieked at him to stop, Blaine immediately slammed on the breaks, narrowly avoiding hitting the small child, and looked at him with wide, panicked eyes. The girl shrieked and dropped the doll, putting her hands in front of herself on instinct.
Kurt hopped out of the car and ran to the back of the car to kneel next to the petrified, wide-eyed girl. He tried not to cringe because of how dirty he was probably getting his clothes. When he glanced around, he couldn’t see anyone who could have been her parents and he sighed. She was standing with one foot behind the other, nervously twisting her ankle, blue eyes shining into his. He held out a hand to show he was harmless, and she stepped forward. Bending over, he grabbed the Barbie doll and held it out to the girl so she could take it back from him.
“Hi honey,” he said in a soft voice, looking closer at her. She couldn’t have been more than six years old, with her hair down in ringlets around her slightly pudgy face. “My name is Kurt. This is Blaine,” he added when he saw him step out of the car as well.
The girl, who looked scared, backed up when Blaine approached and he stopped right away, his jaw setting. “I’m not going to hurt you, kid,” he said with what he probably thought was a reassuring smile. It turned out more like a grimace though, and she went towards Kurt to grab onto his arm, and Kurt almost smiled because she liked him already.
“It’s okay,” Kurt said gently, noticing her fear. “He’s a friend. So what’s your name?”
“..Mary,” she replied quietly so only Kurt could hear. She was still wary of Blaine, and he could tell, so he stayed a great distance away. She was looking between the two nervously, so Kurt grinned, trying to convey that they would do her no harm.
“Okay Mary,” he said, grabbing Blaine by the wrist and tugging him closer, ignoring his quiet protests.
Blaine looked at him, as if saying ‘are you kidding me?’ before he kneeled down next to him so he was only a little taller than Mary. He held out his hand. “I’m Blaine.” Mary hesitated, looking at the boy. Kurt didn’t really blame her for being scared; Blaine was a little intimidating at first glance. When she looked to Kurt and he gave her a reassuring nod, she slowly reached out her hand to grip Blaine’s, shaking it. They kept shaking, a silent agreement forming between Mary and Blaine. Blaine started flicking his wrist to make her arm wiggle up and down, causing her to giggle and tuck a stray curl behind her ear.
“So,” Blaine started, standing up and holding out a hand to help Kurt as well, nervously looking away as Kurt blushed. “Where are your parents?” He asked her, and she shrugged. Her blue dress matched her eyes, and it fluttered behind her with the wind.
“A store.”
Blaine scoffed and said, “Well that narrows it down, doesn’t it?” Kurt glared at him when she frowned, even though he knew Blaine was only joking. Blaine saw him and shrugged at him, mouthing “what?” Kurt just ignored him and chuckled, grabbing one of Mary’s hands in his own.
“We should probably go find them, huh?” he asked her, and she nodded slightly.
“Can you hold my dolly please?” she asked Kurt, her innocent eyes convincing him. He nodded and took the toy from her.
“So, which way did you come from?”
Mary sucked her bottom lip into her mouth thoughtfully before pointing in the direction of the little group of stores along the street. Blaine and Kurt led her that way, Kurt enthusiastically swinging her arm back and forth, while Blaine stayed behind, silently looking at the ground. After a little bit, and with a little convincing from Kurt, Blaine begrudgingly gripped Mary’s hand as well to help Kurt swing her off of the ground, making her shriek out of joy. She was pointing to store windows as they walked, talking about how pretty the dolls were, and Kurt would smile and join her as she stared, commenting on the clothing.
When Blaine thought Kurt wasn’t paying attention to him, he would quickly glance at him admirably. The boy certainly had a way with kids. Mary seemed impressed by everything he did. She even liked Blaine more and more as they walked. Mary requested her doll back and was playing with the outfit as they walked.
“So, where do you-“
“Mary!” a woman’s voice screeched out through the quiet street, causing everyone, including the two boys and little girl to turn towards it, shocked. The voice came from a woman who had just rushed out of the door of a shop across the street. She ran across the road, not paying attention to a car that almost hit her, the person behind the wheel honking their horn angrily.
“Momma!” Mary said happily before she was scooped up into the woman’s arms and spun around, dropping her doll to the ground. Blaine was quick though, and snatched the toy from the air before it could fall completely. Then he looked around quickly, made a face, and handed it to Kurt like the toy was poisoned.
She was set down, before her mother started to scold her for not staying right by them. “Mary, don’t ever go that far from us again. We’re so lucky these two found you. But you also need to remember, don’t ever talk to strangers, you were lucky these two weren’t bad people.” The two teenagers watched as the woman gave her daughter a hug, Kurt with a tiny smile on his face, Blaine looking at him intently, deep in thought.
Blaine was suddenly pushed roughly out of the way by a man wearing a suit. He almost swore and shoved him back, but the pieces fell together in his mind when the man fell on his knees to hug Mary tightly.
“We- we thought,” the man said, swallowing when his voice broke. “Just- never walk away- just oh my god, we were so worried.”
“Sorry daddy,” Mary replied into his shoulder.
Standing, the woman wiped off her watery eyes. “Thank you,” she said to Blaine and Kurt, and they nodded.
“No problem at all,” Kurt replied, smiling. When he did, the man who was clutching his daughter lifted his head to look at him.
“Kurt? Kurt Hummel?”
Blaine looked at Kurt, confused, when he got up to shake Kurt’s hand enthusiastically. “Tom! I didn’t even recognize you guys, it’s been so long. How are you?”
“Great, great, you? How’s your dad?”
Kurt shrugged. “We’re good.” Blaine was standing behind him awkwardly, and he noticed. “Oh Tom, this is Blaine, and that’s his wife Jeanna. Tom is the manager for the store that my dad buys parts at for the shop.”
“We also used to be friends in high school,” Tom added with a smile. “It’s really a shame we don’t talk too much anymore.”
“Well, we’re still around, so how about you come over for dinner some time?” Kurt asked grinning.
“Oh daddy!” Mary exclaimed. “Can we, can we?” She ran up to hug Kurt around the waist excitedly, and he laughed, petting her hair.
Tom chuckled at his daughter. “Well, I think that’s a terrific idea. Just give me a ring to tell me the time and place, and we’ll be there.” Mary shrieked with delight, hopping up and down. After making the plans, Tom shook both of the boy’s hands. “Well thanks Kurt, Blaine.”
Blaine snaked his arm around Kurt’s waist as Kurt started to say goodbye. Kurt shook it off as soon as it was there, but it didn’t escape Mary’s notice. She started pulling at Tom’s pant leg, and he looked down to her. “Daddy? What are they doing?” she asked, indicating to Blaine and Kurt. Jeanna whitened a little bit, surprised at the blatant question from her daughter.
Tom shifted, looking uncomfortable, and then kneeled down so he could talk to her, face to face. “Okay, Mary, do you know how much mommy and I love each other?”
“A lot,” she answered with a proud grin.
“That’s right. Well, sometimes, men can also love other men, and women can love other women just as much as us. They live just like us, and it’s perfectly normal.” He said this, glancing at the now uncomfortable boys.
“Oh,” she considered this for a moment. Then she looked back to the pair. “So are you in love?” She looked up at Kurt, smiling innocently, waiting for an answer from the boy.
Kurt spluttered out for a moment, his face changing in color, Blaine watching him as well and waiting for his response. “Well- I mean uh-“
“That’s their business honey,” Jeanna said swiftly, and Kurt glanced to her thankfully. Blaine let out a breath he had been holding, and it didn’t escape Kurt’s notice. There was an awkward silence, until Tom finally cleared his throat.
“Yes, well, we’ll see you soon then Kurt,” Tom said, standing up.
“Yes sir, I’ll make sure to talk to my dad about that dinner.” They said goodbye, and the happy family walked away, Mary skipping ahead while Tom and Jeanna talked about giving Mary a serious talk about running away. Kurt sighed, and they started their walk back to the theater.
“We might have missed our movie,” Kurt muttered sadly.
Blaine looked at his watch. “No, we can still make it; I brought us a half hour early. We have fifteen minutes left.” He wrapped his arm around Kurt’s waist again. Kurt just sighed, not bothering to take it off, ignoring the countless number of dirty looks directed their way.
They walked into the theater, and up to the ticket counter. Blaine stopped him, and handed him a twenty dollar bill. “Here, go buy the snacks. Get whatever,” he said, and Kurt looked at him surprised.
“I- I could buy my own-“ he started.
“No, I’m paying,” he didn’t have to say “because I’m taking you on the date,” it was implied in his tone.
“Oh, um, if you’re sure,” he said after a thoughtful moment. He hadn’t actually brought much money with him anyways, so he was sort of glad Blaine had offered to pay.
He started walking to the candy counter as Blaine bought the tickets. A boy is buying me movie tickets. On a date. Pinch me.
“Hi, I’ll have,” he paused, looking back at Blaine, “I’ll have one large popcorn, large diet coke, and those cookie dough candies right there.” The woman at the counter gave him his change, and the food. Kurt went to pick up the popcorn and soda, finding that he couldn’t because, like most humans, he only had two arms. Blaine noticed him struggling and walked up to grab the popcorn from him, already popping some into his mouth as they walked.
“Hey!” Kurt snapped. “Wait for the movie.”
“Wow, bossy,” he moved closer to whisper in Kurt’s ear as he opened the theater door for Kurt to walk through. “I love a bossy bottom.”
Kurt scoffed and smacked him on the arm, trying to keep his head down to hide the blush forming. “Well that’s good; there are a lot of those in the world.” They started walking to the back of the theater. “So what movie are we seeing anyways?”
“Just wait,” Blaine replied, choosing a spot to sit in the middle of the room, but all the way to the side. There were only a few people in the seats, so they pretty much had the theater to themselves. “This isn’t exactly a new movie,” Blaine explained, sitting in the seat and setting the popcorn on the floor to take the soda. “Only one?” he asked.
Kurt blushed. “Well, I didn’t want to spend all of your money, so I figured we could,” he coughed awkwardly, “share?”
Blaine shrugged. “Yeah, m’fine with sharing.” He took a sip from the straw and sighed disappointedly. “Diet?”
“Yes, it’s healthy,” Kurt said defensively. “Sorry, I’ll go and get you a regular if you-“
“No, no,” Blaine said, grabbing his arm as he stood up. “I’m fine with diet.”
“Are you sure?” he asked nervously, slowly sitting back down.
“Yeah, it’s alright.” They sat for a couple of minutes, Kurt talking animatedly about glee club while Blaine listened, adding snide comments every once in a while. “Oh, oh shh,” Blaine said when the lights dimmed and Kurt grumbled at being interrupted midsentence and crossed his arms.
The previews were all for action movies, and Kurt fought the urge to roll his eyes, feeding himself popcorn one kernel at a time. Blaine watched attentively, occasionally saying “that seems good.”
Then the movie itself started. It started off with three little girls playing with dolls, and Kurt was immediately suspicious. “Blaine?” He whispered, and the other boy turned to him. “What movie is this?” Blaine grinned, and turned back to the screen, not answering him. “Blaine,” he said again and Blaine hushed him.
When the movie title came on screen, Kurt gulped audibly and cleared his throat.
“What’s wrong?” A voice whispered into his ear, and he flinched away. “I thought you loved scary movies.”
Kurt looked at him, the pieces falling together, and he widened his eyes. “You did this on purpose.” It wasn’t a question. “Oh my God, Blaine, I can’t believe you-”
“Shh,” Blaine said again, and he grumbled angrily. Blaine leaned over again, and Kurt turned to the side until he was face to face with him. “I’m always here if you get scared baby.” He grinned cockily, much too close for Kurt’s liking. The look Blaine was giving him nearly fried his brain because of his dark eyes and long eyelashes that were so close, and he couldn’t let himself get distracted again. He scooted away until his side was against the arm of his chair, going back to watching the movie. Blaine huffed out a quiet laugh and sat back in his seat. Kurt’s shoulder’s relaxed immediately.
The beginning of the movie was only slightly scary, and Kurt covered his eyes once or twice when something disgusting happened. But as it went on, the scenes became scarier and scarier, and Kurt was now gasping in fear every couple of minutes. “I hate you,” he hissed to Blaine.
“No you don’t,” Blaine replied without looking at him. Kurt’s eyes narrowed, but he didn’t say anything turning his attention back to the film.
Nearing the end of the movie, Kurt was so horrified; he had brought his legs up to cross in front of himself, afraid something would grab at him from underneath the seat. Was he paranoid? Maybe so.
A ghost or something shrieked on the screen, and his own matched it. He jerked violently, his hand flicking out to accidentally smack Blaine’s. He went to pull it back, but Blaine just smiled and twisted his wrist, gripping Kurt’s hand with his own. His thumb was calloused and rough, rubbing against the smooth skin of Kurt’s hand. It was a soothing gesture, just like in his basement the night before. He loosened his shoulders, turning to look at Blaine.
The other boy’s eyes were still focused on whatever was happening on-screen, but Kurt could tell he was well aware of Kurt’s stare on him, because his lips were turned up at the corners just a bit. He blinked slowly, and his breathing came out steady and deep, as if he were controlling it to make sure it didn’t falter or quicken. Kurt smirked a bit at the fact that Blaine was trying to keep his cool.
He heard the few other people around them scream in shock, and he jerked his head until he could see again. Out of nowhere, a somewhat familiar hand was tilting his head to the side and lips were on his own. He opened his eyes out of shock. Kurt could see that Blaine’s eyes were closed, long eyelashes closed, and he closed his own as well with a slight shiver.
He should stop. He should really stop. He should pull away; smack Blaine, anything to make Blaine understand that he didn’t want this. He didn’t do any of these things, mostly because he did want this. Boy, did he want this. Despite everything about the boy he had heard, all he really wanted was Blaine to kiss him senseless.
Which he was.
Blaine’s lips were incredibly soft, still having a little bit of a smoke taste, though Kurt really didn’t mind at the moment. They kissed languidly, Blaine bringing a hand up to cup around the other boy’s neck. That same hand started to dig just a bit with the nails into the skin, and Kurt lost complete control. Blaine’s kisses seemed to do that to him.
He moaned quietly, and Blaine pulled away to shush him. “We wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, would we?” he asked, still so close that he could bite Kurt’s bottom lip.
Which he did.
Kurt didn’t understand why Blaine was messing with his head like this. What did he have to gain?
Kurt pulled away, extremely reluctant, before leaning away once more. His face was flushed, and when Blaine slipped their hands together, the blushed turned darker and traveled down to his neck.
Ohhh boy.
Once the movie had ended and the credits started to roll, Kurt stood and stalked away angrily. How could Blaine just take Kurt and make him watch a movie like that? Blaine was trying to get his attention, but he was fully intent on being angry at him for the rest of their- Kurt would refuse to call this a date- night out.
At least until his arm was clutched, he was turned around, and Blaine’s intense stare caught his attention.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, sounding more angry than concerned.
“You brought me to a scary movie, Blaine. Anything sound off to you? Maybe the fact that I, oh I don’t know, am horrified of them? What would possess you to do that?”
Blaine just shrugged, and Kurt scoffed, going to walk away again.
“Okay, okay, shit,” Blaine said, stopping him again. “Sorry.” It was half-hearted, and awkward, but Kurt still calmed down at the effort. He waited as long as it took to make Blaine nervous, then huffed.
“So where to next?” he asked.
“Let’s go,” Blaine grabbed his waist and led him outside to the car. This time, he didn’t open the door for Kurt and he frowned.
The drive was only ten or so minutes, and then Blaine parked. “Blaine,” Kurt said with wide eyes. “We’re not..” he trailed off in shock.
They were parked outside of one of the fanciest restaurants in Lima, hell, probably even all of Ohio. Kurt had never been there because of how expensive the food was. Not even he would spend more than forty dollars on a plate of food, no matter how good or healthy it was.
“C’mon,” Blaine said, grabbing him by the hand- and when did he get out of the car? Kurt followed, unconsciously fixing his clothes and hair to make sure he looked proper enough, then he remembered, he was Kurt Hummel, he obviously looked flawless. Blaine, however, looked like a hooligan with his clothes and curly hair, and he didn’t even seem to care as he led Kurt in through the glass doors.
“Reservation for Anderson,” Blaine said airily, looking bored.
“Oh,” the woman standing at the desk gasped out. “Oh, Mr. Anderson, of course, this way,” she said quickly, grabbing two menus and leading them to a table.
“You know the drill,” Blaine whispered to her, nonchalantly handing her a twenty dollar bill. She flushed and immediately led them to a different table in the back of the restaurant. “Enjoy your meal,” she added before walking away.
They sat, Kurt setting his napkin on his lap right away, Blaine just plopping down in his seat. A new woman approached the table, already holding two glassed of water and straws. “Okay,” the woman started, setting down the glasses taking out a pen from inside her pocket. “I’m your server, Katie,” she said to Kurt. “So just give a holler when you’re ready to order, alright Blaine?” Kurt raised an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah, thanks Kate,” he said, already pouring sugar into his water. “We’ll have a diet coke and a regular.”
“Yes sir, be right out,” Katie said, already going away.
“Hm,” Kurt said once she was gone, sipping from his water.
“What?” Blaine asked him.
“Okay,” Kurt said, putting his hands on the table to sit up straight, then pointing at him. “I have some questions that you’re going to answer whether you like it or not-“
“Oh really, Hummel? Am I?”
“Yes now you’re also going to shut up.” Blaine did shut up, leaning back in his seat, looking sort of impressed. “Now, the first question, how on earth can you afford all of this shit?”
Blaine smiled and pursed his lips. “That’s fair. You probably just assume that I’m poor because of the way I dress, am I right?”
Kurt was at a loss for words. That was what he had thought, but when Blaine stated it like that, it made the whole situation seem horrible. “Well no-“
“That’s all right, you aren’t any different than anyone else that’s crossed my path,” Blaine shrugged at this, like it was normal, and Kurt felt even worse. “To answer your question though,” he said, pointing the straw wrapper at him before twisting it between his fingers, “My family does have a little bit of money.”
“But how?” Kurt asked.
“That’s a story for another time, my dear Kurt. This is only the first date after all, right? Wouldn’t want to spoil anything,” he said with a cheeky grin, tapping his nails against the table.
“It’s not a date,” Kurt said right away, and Blaine raised an eyebrow, backing up in his chair.
“Oh, but is it not?”
“No, this is your plan to seduce me into having sex with you,” he replied sharply. “And it’s really not working.”
Blaine chuckled, blowing the comment off. Their sodas arrived, and then they ordered dinner; Kurt having spaghetti while Blaine had char-broiled steak. Before Kurt could say anything, Blaine had ordered the exact salad he liked. When questioned, Blaine just told him that he had a gift at guessing things.
They ate, conversing between bites of the food, which was delicious, Kurt decided. Kurt would talk about glee club and his favorite outfits, and Blaine would make a rude comment every once in a while about how he bets Kurt does look great in that outfit. Kurt replied with a snarky comment in reply. Kurt came to realize, it was very easy talking to Blaine now. The boy actually had a lot of insight into things like clothing and music.
“Queen is too better than Bon Jovi, it’s a proven fact,” Blaine stated simply, nodding as if of course he was right.
“I don’t think so,” Kurt said sipping his soda one last time.
“Well, we should get going then, I have one more place to take you,” Blaine said standing up, having already paid the check with his fancy looking credit card.
Kurt stood up as well, wiping his clothes off and setting the napkin on the table. “Yeah, alright.”
They walked outside to the car. “So where are we going?” Kurt asked him again once he was seated, willing himself to relax and not overload from everything he had just experienced.
“You’ll see,” was all he said, with an accompanying wink.
“You’ll see,” Kurt mocked in a high voice, laughing at him. Blaine chuckled and said “shut up,” slapping him lightly in the stomach. When Kurt giggled loudly in response, he looked at his hand before smiling, making sure to remind himself that Kurt was indeed ticklish.
When they arrived at a park that Kurt had never seen before, he looked around nervously. “Blaine, what are we-“
“Just come on,” Blaine said. Kurt unbuckled his seat belt, and got out of the car. It was just starting to get dark, and if they were caught, they would be in huge trouble.
“I don’t know if we should,” Kurt said, and Blaine turned to him. He walked until he was insanely close, breathing brushing Kurt’s face. Kurt shivered at the proximity, and the way Blaine’s mouth twitched almost made him pass out.
“Don’t you trust me?” he asked darkly. Kurt gulped and nodded lightly. Strangely, he did trust Blaine. Blaine, who was now leading into the dark park towards the swings.
“What are we doing here?” Kurt couldn’t help but ask.
“You’ll see,” Blaine said, sitting down on the swing, nodding for Kurt to do the same. Kurt raised an eyebrow and wiped off the swing before sitting and crossing his legs. He saw Blaine roll his eyes but didn’t say anything.
“So,” Kurt said, trying to break the tension in the air.
“Just wait a little bit,” Blaine said, swinging and pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. Kurt couldn’t stop the sigh from escaping his lips, and looked away when Blaine glanced his way. “Oh, here we go,” he said, and Kurt almost snapped at him, until he realized that actually wasn’t what he was talking about.
His jaw dropped.
“I know,” Blaine said with a grin.
“Fireflies.”