Chapter 12

Blaine felt like he was living in a dream. Just twenty four hours ago he was wondering when he would see Kurt Hummel again, and now he was on his way to dinner at the White House. Not just anybody was invited for dinner with the President’s family, and novelty of it was definitely not lost on Blaine. It seemed ironic that Blaine’s own parent’s were strongly against President Hummel, and yet their son was about to spend the evening in his company and his soul mate was the President’s son no less. This amazing day was hopefully only going to get much better.

Blaine turned down Pennsylvania Avenue and drove down the road towards the big white building in the distance. Having lived in D.C. for most of his life, he had driven past the building many times without thinking much about it. When he discovered that Kurt Hummel was his soul mate, he would look at it when he drove, and now the building was in his peripheral vision even when he had to concentrate on the road. But it seemed strange now when he didn’t drive past the building and instead drove up to the security gate.

Blaine rolled down the window, and turned to the agent in the window.

“Please state your name and intentions,” the man told him.

“I’m Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel invited me for dinner,” Blaine told him.

“Please exit your vehicle and enter the door on the side. Both you and your vehicle will be searched, and please get your ID ready,” the guard told him.

Blaine got out of his car and walked in the door, handing his wallet to the guard. He stepped through a metal detector and was patted down by one of the guards.

“You said you were invited?” another asked, staring down at Blaine’s driver’s license like he was doubtful that this teenager would ever be invited over for dinner.

Blaine nodded, “Kurt invited me today, call him if you don’t believe me.”

“Be warned that we don’t take pranksters lightly,” the guard told him sternly. “If you aren’t telling the truth then you could get yourself in a whole world of trouble.”

“I’m not lying,” Blaine snapped, growing angry.

The guard looked at him skeptically and then walked in another room and picked up the phone and dialed some numbers. Blaine couldn’t hear what was being said, but he did see the look of shock cross the guards features. He hung up quickly and went out to Blaine.

“Well kid, you’ve got the President’s seal of approval, no pun intended,” the man said, suddenly friendly. “I’m sorry I doubted you, but we’ve had an incident recently and we just had to be sure.”

Blaine wondered if said incident had anything to do with Sebastian. “No problem,” he said, taking back his wallet.

“Your vehicle is set to go,” the guard said. “You are free to drive through and follow the signs to park in section A. Someone will be waiting at the door to greet you.”

Blaine thanked him and drove through the gates and drove to where he was directed. He got out of his car and started to walk up to the door. Though before he could reach for the doorknob, the door opened and Kurt was standing there beaming at him with a smile that made Blaine’s insides feel warm.

“Hey,” Kurt said, stepping forward and kissing Blaine gently on the lips.

Hey,” Blaine said breathless as he looked at his soul mate. How lucky was he that this amazing man was his for the rest of his life?

Kurt grabbed Blaine’s hand, “I hope the secret service didn’t give you a hard time.”

“A little, but it was no big deal,” Blaine said, smiling. He looked up at the ornate building in front of him. “So this is the White House.”

Kurt nodded enthusiastically, “My Dad is in a meeting right now so dinner will have to wait a bit, but do you want a tour in the meantime?”

“Of course,” Blaine replied, though he was more eager for Kurt’s company then touring the most famous residence in the country.

Kurt was a fantastic tour guide, Blaine decided a few minutes into the tour. He was knowledgeable and told stories and anecdotes that put a permanent smile on Blaine’s face. While Kurt did admit that some of the stories were the ones he’d heard the tour guides giving, it didn’t matter to Blaine because who else got a private tour by the President’s son?

“And this is the Oval Office,” Kurt was saying, pointing to a closed door. “My Dad is in there now with his Cabinet.”

“Wow,” Blaine said. It was weird to think that the most important politicians were separated from then by only a door.

Kurt laughed suddenly, causing Blaine to look up at Kurt in confusion.

“I just love the way you take everything in stride,” Kurt explained. “Most people would be running away screaming by now.”

“I could never run away from you Kurt,” Blaine admitted. “You’re amazing.”

Kurt met Blaine’s steady gaze and their faces were brought together as though by magnets, and their kisses locked in a passionate kiss.

“I take it this is Blaine.”

Kurt and Blaine pulled away in surprise and Blaine gasped when he saw Burt Hummel, the President of the United States looking at them with an amused look on his face. The Cabinet members filed out of the Oval Office, paying no attention to the two teenagers. Blaine could see the inside of the room now, and it looked just the way he always imagined it to be.

“Dad!” Kurt said in surprise. “This is Blaine Anderson—for real this time.”

“I know Kurt,” Burt said with a chuckle. “I’ve already done a thorough background check on him.”

“It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. President,” Blaine said formally.

“None of that now,” Burt said sternly. “I’m Burt to my son’s soul mate.”

“Ok Burt,” Blaine said, starting to relax.

Burt turned to his son and gave him a wink. “I already like this kid better than that Sebastian character.”

“Anyone is better than Sebastian,” Kurt muttered.

“Good point,” Burt remarked. “Let’s eat.”

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Kurt was thrilled with how well everything had been going tonight. There was no comparison between his date with Sebastian to his date with Blaine. He really didn’t even know why he had thought that Sebastian had been his soul mate because he should’ve recognized the signs. He never felt any serious connection with him, he never wanted Sebastian to kiss him, and dinner with him had gotten awkward more than once. Having Blaine here was the complete opposite, he got along well with Kurt’s Dad, he already felt amazingly close to Blaine, and there was never a dull moment with him there.

Dinner lasted late into the night until, Blaine realized he had to get home before curfew. “Thank you so much for having me over, dinner was fantastic,” he said.

“Don’t mention it,” Burt said. “You are welcome anytime.”

“Thank you,” Blaine replied, and Kurt took his hand to guide him back to where his car sat in the parking lot.

“I’m so happy I found you,” Kurt said looking into Blaine’s honey colored eyes.

“I can’t wait to spend more time with you,” Blaine replied.

Their lips met again in a sweet kiss that grew more heated every moment. A minute later they pulled away, breathlessly.

“How did I survive my whole life without that?” Blaine wondered.

“Mystery of the ages,” Kurt remarked. His phone buzzed then and he pulled it out and looked down at it. He gasped.

“Kurt, what is it?”

Kurt stared down at the picture that was sent to his phone by Sebastian. A picture of him and Blaine kissing in the classroom at Dalton that day. Accompanying the photo was a message:

If you don’t want this photo sent to every major media outlet in the country, meet me in the senior commons at Dalton tomorrow at 5pm. Bring your ‘soul mate’.

Kurt wordlessly handed the phone to Blaine, “I’m going to KILL Sebastian!”