A few minutes later, Blaine and Kurt were still kissing passionately, with one of Kurt’s hands in Blaine’s hair, the other tracing nonsense patterns on his cheek. Blaine’s hands, however, were still securely placed in his boyfriend’s back pockets.
Kurt was the one to pull away first, no matter how reluctantly it was. Blaine whimpered, actually whimpered, as his lips tried, unsuccessfully to reattach themselves to Kurt’s.
“Blaine, we’re in a dressing room. We have to stop,” Kurt said, sounding defeated himself. He reached behind himself, and literally had to pry Blaine’s hands out of his pockets.
“Fine,” Blaine said as he plopped down on the bench. “But, I expect more later.” He wiggled his eyebrows up and down as he said it, making Kurt giggle.
“Anything for you, but now, get out. I’m changing, then we’ll go get some food?”
“FOOD!” Blaine yelled, making Kurt jump. “Yes! I’m starving!” With that, Blaine bolted from the room to wait for Kurt to change.
After Kurt had changed, (and decided he was getting the pants for future reference) he exited the room to see Blaine rocking back and forth on his heels, waiting. He chuckled and headed over, grabbing his boyfriend’s hand without a word and leading him to the checkout.
After they had paid, Kurt led them out of the store and turned toward Blaine. “Do you want to eat in the food court? Or at an actual restaurant?”
“Let’s go to an actual sit down restaurant, I’ll-“
“Blaine Anderson, if you say the word pay I will smack you. I’m paying for this.” Kurt interrupted.
Blaine promptly closed his mouth, blushing slightly, then mumbled, “Yes, dear…”
“Good. Now, you can pick where we go,” Kurt said, once again, leading them out of the mall.
Once in the car, Blaine pulled out of the parking lot, heading toward where more of the proper restaurants were and turned to Kurt, “Italian okay?”
Kurt looked sideways and smiled at Blaine, “Anything for you.”
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They pulled in to one of the three authentic Italian restaurants, not the Olive Garden chain type Italian. Real Italian, where the family who owns the restaurant moved from Italy 17 years ago, God knows why to Lima, Ohio, but they did.
Kurt looked up at the name of the restaurant - Il Modo Di Vita Italiano and turned back to Blaine with an eyebrow raised.
“It means ‘The Italian Way of Life’,” Blaine answered. “This is my favorite restaurant, you’ll love it.”
“I know I will,” Kurt agreed as they got out of the car and headed for the door.
Blaine led the two in and went up to the hostess smiling, “Ciao, Rosabella! Come stai oggi?” (Hello, Rosabella! How are you today?)
Kurt could only oggle at his boyfriend’s obviously fluent Italian skills. He could feel himself swooning slightly as he listened.
“Blaine! Io sto facendo bene! E 'stato troppo tempo da quando ti abbiamo visto!” (Blaine! I’m doing well. It’s been too long since we’ve seen you!)
“Lo so, mi dispiace che � stato cos� a lungo. ma, spero che avrai il mio solito tavolo aperto?” ("I know, I'm sorry that it has been so long. but, I hope that you will have my usual table open? ") Blaine had glanced at Kurt by now, who was unabashedly staring at Blaine with his mouth slightly ajar. Turning back to the woman – Rosabella, Kurt had gathered that much – he smiled and added more words Kurt could hardly understand. “Questo � il mio nuovo ragazzo, Kurt. Mi chiedevo se potessimo avere una bottiglia di vino, anche?” (This is my new boyfriend, Kurt. I was wondering if we could have a bottle of wine, too?)
Rosabella sighed and responded, “Blaine ... So che non dovrei farlo, ma perch� ti voglio bene, lo far�.” (Blaine ... I know I should not do it, but because I love you, I will)
Blaine turned to Kurt and smiled, “Okay, let’s go.”
“Blaine. Go where? And how the hell are you fluent in Italian?” Kurt questioned, slowly following.
“All in good time, my dear. All in good time.”
Blaine led them through the restaurant, swerving through tables and people, smiling and waving at people Kurt assumed worked there as they went. Blaine led them towards the back left corner of the building to a booth and then slid in on one side and gestured for Kurt to join him.
“Alright, Anderson. Spill. Right now,” Kurt demanded as he reached for a menu.
Chuckling, Blaine answered. “Alright, well. My father’s Italian and we spend all of our summers in Italy with some of his family before going to see my mom’s family in the Philippeans. So, naturally, I’ve picked up some of the language,” Kurt’s eyebrows raised at “some” but let Blaine continue. “As for the restaurant, one of my dad’s old friends opened it when he moved here and we’d eat here a lot. I haven’t been as often since I started Dalton, though.”
Kurt smiled at Blaine almost shyly before answering, “That’s not really surprising because of how far out this is,”
Kurt picked up his menu and perused it, keeping his eye out for things that looked healthier because he knew that since this was a legitimate Italian restaurant that the food would be carb, calorie and trans fat loaded. However, he knew this was a time to spulrge so he let his eyes wander to the pasta section which took up the entire right side of the menu.
As Kurt glanced over the menu, Blaine simply watched him. The subtle way his eyebrows would rise if he saw somthing (that Blaine assumed) he was interested in, or the way his nose and forehead would wrinkle as he saw something that (again, Blaine assumed) he was disinterested in. Kurt’s eyes looked up to Blaine’s as he closed the menu.
“You know what you want already?” He asked sipping at the water on the table.
Blaine ‘mhmmmed’ in response as he was still watching Kurt and his tongue darting out to catch a water droplet that had stayed on his lip. Watching this, Blaine unconsciously started gnawing on his lower lip.
“Well, seeing as you’re being so vocal, I’ll tell you what I’m getting, yes?” Kurt prompted. Hearing no reason not to, he continued on. “I think I’m going to get the chicken Panzarotti, is that good?”
Blaine smiled at Kurt’s impressive pronunciation, “Yeah, it’s really good. They pan-fry the chicken and it’s really really good.”
Kurt smiled and asked Blaine what he was getting. “Fusilli al Formaggio,” he answered simply. “I get it every time I come here. It’s like authentic mac and cheese but on a monumental scale.”
Rosabella practically bounced up to the table and took their orders and the menus. Another waiter then came over with a bottle of white wine. Kurt looked over to Blaine with a raised eyebrow.
“We’re celebrating the beginning of this relationship,” he started. “Don’t worry; we’re only having one glass with the meal because I would never drive intoxicated. Especially with you in the car.” He finished as he reached over and grabbed the other boy’s hand, squeezing gently.
Kurt blushed and looked away from the perfection that was Blaine Anderson’s eyes, but not before squeezing his hand back.
Blaine extracted his hand and watched Kurt frown slightly, only to quickly intertwine their fingers on top of the table. At this gesture, Kurt glanced around quickly trying to pull his hand away.
“Kurt, no one cares here. Let me show the world that you’re mine. Please?”
Blaine’s words made Kurt look straight into his new boyfriend’s eyes. All he saw was deep green-almost-hazel that showed nothing but adoration.
After gaining Kurt’s attention, Blaine brought Kurt’s hand up to his lips and brushed them over Kurt’s knuckles. Kurt blushed once again and looked up to see their food approaching their table.
After the food was placed on their table the boys dug in with fingers still entwined for the world to see. Occasionally they would sneak bites of the other’s food as if they had been doing this for months or years rather than for the first time.