Sept. 5, 2012, 8:10 a.m.
Every Night: Chapter 7
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Blaine stared at the door.
What are they doing here? They never check on me.
“Mother, Father! What a… pleasant surprise!” He shifted uncomfortably, still shocked by how close he and Kurt had escaped from getting caught.
His father took a few steps inside the room, while his mother politely waited at the door.
“Well after you suddenly disappeared earlier this day, I thought we might need to have a little talk about your laziness.”
Oh no, please. Not another telling-off. Not in front of Kurt.
Blaine’s face went from pale to bright red. He darted a look at Kurt, who sat there, not daring to move or speak, also blushing at the appearance of Blaine’s parents.
“But I guess I was mistaken. It is nice to see you two taking business seriously. You probably should get to know each other a little, since we will work close together in future.”
Blaine silently let out a shaky breath of relieve, relaxing as his father seemed to be oblivious about their real intensions to spend time together.
Oh, I’ll bet we will get to know each other, dad.
He smiled shyly at Kurt before looking back at his father. “Well father, Kurt and I talked a lot about… the company, and we agree that this - relationship would be… the best advantage.”
Somehow they both managed to keep their expressions straight, much aware of the double meaning. Mr. Anderson gave them an approving look. “I’m glad to hear that, actually Mr. Hummel and I already agreed to work together as close as possible.”
He talked for a few minutes, Blaine and Kurt pretending to listen while glancing at each other every now and then. Blaine’s mother, who had come in after her husband had started talking, watching all of them observantly, finally cut him off. “James dear, we have to let the boys change for dinner. You can talk while taking it, as Mr. Hummel agreed to sit with his family at our table again.” Kurt and Blaine couldn’t resist exchanging a short happy smile at those words. “You are right my darling. We’ll see you in a half an hour then!” They stood up, Mr. Anderson shaking Kurt’s hand quickly, and left for their room to change themselves.
Blaine walked Kurt to the door and leaned against it. “So I’ll see you at dinner?” he asked with a grin, linking their hands once more as Kurt leaned in smiling to peck him on the lips.
“I’m looking forward to it.” With that, Blaine released Kurt, staring after him as he walked away.
As long as he isn’t walking out of my life, I’m fine with this sight.
When Blaine appeared at their dining table, everyone else was there already.
He had lost his way on the corridors again, but luckily he had found the right way much quicker than last time. He sat down on the last chair available, which was, to his pleasure, directly across from Kurt’s.
Maybe my staring won’t get noticed too quickly this way.
He flashed a smile at Kurt, who seemed to relax instantly, grinning back widely.
During dinner, they exchanged just a few sentences, eating and listening to their parents’ conversations. His father went on and on about the company of course, but Mr. Hummel seemed to be very nice. He asked them about their journey across the countryside of England and talked a lot about his memories and stories from various trips he and Kurt had made. Blaine sucked off every detail about Kurt that left his mouth, laughing at stories of him wanting to be a tailor for women’s mode when he was six. Kurt’s stepbrother Finn seemed to be very close to Kurt, he constantly talked about their time at school together and got totally excited when Blaine mentioned a sports team he was interested in. Finn’s mother was very caring. She talked of both boys as her sons, which was not that usual, considering she had met Kurt only two days ago. Something about that family made Blaine to want a part of it. The way everyone was at ease with the others, being proud of who they were and what they did, was something Blaine had never experienced.
And then there was Kurt of course. They constantly touched each other’s feet under the table, smiling and winking, hoping nobody would notice and care. Blaine barely looked at his fiancée and therefore didn’t even notice her efforts to start a conversation with him.
Luckily his mother started talking with her, trying to keep an eye on the boys nonetheless.
Blaine’s mind was preoccupied constantly, by Kurt running his hand through his hair, Kurt squeezing his eyes shut while laughing about something his brother or his father had said, creating many little laugh lines at the corners of his eyes, Kurt’s finger playing with his napkin, Kurt’s lips wrapping themselves around a fork of food, before getting cleaned up by his tongue when he had finished the course and, most of all, Kurt’s eyes looking at him.
A few times Blaine forgot everything around him and got lost in the deep blue across the table. What was it about those eyes that made them so beautiful? Was it their shape, slightly arched in a perfect symmetrical way? Or was it the amount of eyelashes forming a long, dark wreath around them? But most likely it was their colour, which had seemed to have changed into a steely grey during the time he had looked at them.
Blaine then realized what he was doing and tried to stop analyzing the face in front of him, what didn’t kept him from looking at him every time he got the chance, what was probably the reason why he was the last to finish up eating the whole time.
By the time the dessert was finished, it was very late already. Mr. Anderson and Mr. Hummel had left to the smoking-room, taking their Brandy’s and cigars with the rest of the gentlemen.
At least Mr. Anderson did, Kurt would have screamed at his father if he would’ve started smoking. Soon after them the ladies left too, Maria slightly pouting at the fact that Blaine refused to kiss her hand and shook it instead, Kurt’s stepmother Carole and Blaine’s mother Laura talking animated. Blaine didn’t want to leave Kurt yet, but he also didn’t want to talk to him in front of his stepbrother either. Unsure of what to do, he slowly stood up, a questioning look on his face. “Oh you are going already? What a pity, the three of us could have talked some more!” Finn said disappointed. Blaine tried to read Kurt’s expression, but the other boy just smiled and avoided Blaine’s gaze. “W-well it is very late, I’m going to bed. It was a pleasure to meet you Finn.” He shook his hand and left the table.
He tried to ignore the disappointment that was welling up inside him and dreaded to crush down on him.
Kurt didn’t even look at me. He probably regrets this whole day and doesn’t even want to talk to me again. This shouldn’t bother me that much.
Trying to keep those thoughts away from him he left the crowded hall and went down another corridor before heading outside to continue his way to his room, on his own.
Someone grabbed his arm from behind and suddenly he felt a warm hand intertwining its fingers with Blaine’s.
“Did you think you could get rid of me that easily?” Kurt asked a little breathless. “Sorry I ignored you in the end, but I didn’t want Finn to get the right impression and notice something. And although he can be totally oblivious sometimes, I think he would have noticed if we would have left together.” Blaine smiled, all his former worries blown away at the first touch of Kurt’s fingers, making room for a bubbly happiness spreading inside of him.
“Well, what does Finn think where you are now?” he asked.
Kurt giggled. “I asked him if he wants to reenact a few scenes from my favourite musical. He hates it, so I could guarantee he would say no. As soon as I had left the room, I started running after you.” His grip on Blaine’s arm tightens.
Blaine is looking around wary, before turning around and pressing his lips onto Kurt’s in one swift motion. Kurt smiles against his lips, encircling his waist with his arms while Blaine lifts his own to wrap them around Kurt’s neck. It’s a chaste kiss, but all they ever could have dreamed of. The way their mouths move against each other feels natural, and right.