The drive to Kurt’s felt much longer than it actually was. I knew that it would be a two hour drive, but in all honesty, it felt like an eternity.
The moment I pulled onto Kurt’s street I felt an instant sigh of relief. Kurt was just minutes, no, seconds away, and it wouldn’t be long for us to be in the same room. That thought alone made me shiver with excitement.
I drove my Prius (my parents are very environmentally conservative) straight into the driveway, as per Kurt’s orders. After taking a nervous breath, I parked the car, turned off the ignition, got out of the car and locked it behind me before shakily walking up to the door.
With extremely unsteady hands, I moved to knock on the door. Apparently I was so shaky that the knock sounded more like a light scratch. I tried knocking the door again, composing myself to the best of my ability. This time, it actually resembled a knock. About freaking time, I thought to myself.
I could see a figure walking towards me through the frosted windowpanes of the door. The figure looked quite broad and manly, but not tall enough to resemble Finn (since Kurt had told me many times of his likeness to Frankenstein). I knew then that it was Kurt’s father, which made me even more nervous than I should have been.
The door opened and there stood Burt Hummel, looking both uncomfortable and fierce at the same time.
“Blaine Anderson?”
“Yes sir, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” I replied, extending my shaky hand in an attempt to be cordial, friendly, and to be someone a parent would approve of.
Mr Hummel gave me a small smile and shook my hand strongly. I knew that he was a man not to mess with, but how could I ever mess with him? I would never do anything to hurt Kurt, and as soon as Mr Hummel knew that, I knew everything would be perfect.
Just like Kurt.
“Come on in, Carole’s going to die if she doesn’t meet you ASAP.”
Mr Hummel gestured for me to come in, and as I walked into the house and followed his directions into the living room, I felt even more nervous than I did actually asking Kurt out on this date. Seeing Carole and Finn standing there, just staring at me, made me very conscious of every move I was about to make.
“Blaine! We’ve heard so much about you! Welcome to our home!”
Carole moved forward and swept me up into a tight hug, leaving me standing there awkwardly with my arms pinned to my side. I managed, somehow, to lift my right arm up to pat her back (again, awkwardly) until the hug broke and I saw the beaming smile on her face.
“And this is Finn.... Finn, honey, say hi to Blaine.”
Finn looked just as nervous as I was, yet still managed to move forward and extend his hand in a welcoming gesture. I took his hand and shook it warmly, wanting him to know that although this situation was awkward, he had nothing to worry about.
“Uhm. Yeah. I’m Finn.”
He chuckled nervously as the handshake broke, so I thought it best for me to make him feel as comfortable as possible.
“Kurt’s told me a lot about you. He says you’re a really good guy. That you look out for him.”
Finn’s eyes brightened and he straightened up slightly when he heard me compliment him. It may have calmed him down, and I’m still not sure, but he seemed to warm up to be quite a bit after that.
“Uh... my brother’s just getting ready. You know how he is. He’ll probably be late, you know,” Finn started talking as if we’d known each other for a while – as if we were friends.
“Good thing I told him the date starts in five minutes. Our reservations aren’t for another thirty minutes or so.”
“Ha! I should try that sometime,” Mr Hummel interjected as he entered the room, “It’d make getting him off to school a whole lot easier.”
“Honey, he just wants to look nice,” Carole reached over to put her arm around her husband reassuringly.
“I don’t mind too much. It’s actually one of the traits I like so much about Kurt...”
After I’d spoken, I’d realised what I’d said. That was a big thing, to reveal so much in so few words. For them to know one of the reasons I was interested in their son was probably more than they needed to know.
I considered myself lucky, though, because nobody mentioned it. I thought I saw Carole grin into her husband’s chest a little bit, but I wasn’t sure.
Because at that moment, Kurt Hummel walked down the stairs.
He was the most beautiful person in the world. His beautifully smooth skin, his flawless hair style, his black fitted vest and his dark denim skinny jeans just made him absolutely irresistible to me. I knew he was going to look amazing. I knew I’d have trouble coming to terms with it. But that? That started the undapper thoughts. Cool it Blaine, I thought to myself, otherwise you’ll have a certain problem that you really don’t want to deal with right now.
I knew I couldn’t concentrate on how unbelievably hot and sexy Kurt looked. That was sure to get me on his dad’s bad side. Instead I just stood there with my mouth wide open, staring at the boy I knew had stolen my heart.
“Blaine? You okay there?” Kurt asked as he began to approach me, shoving his keys and phone into his (incredibly tight) pockets on his way.
I shut my mouth and shook myself back into the moment. I couldn’t stop myself from smiling as I took a step forward.
“Yeah. I’m fine,” I said, as I walked over to him, “You look incredible, you know that?” I whispered the last part so that only Kurt would hear.
“Who do you think chose my outfit?” he replied teasingly.
I couldn’t bear it anymore. I swept Kurt up into the biggest hug I could while keeping it chaste enough for his family to witness. I didn’t hold onto him more than a couple of seconds, even though I wanted to.
“Now, no silly business, okay boys? Blaine, I want Kurt home by ten at the absolute latest. It IS a school night, after all.”
I turned to Kurt’s father with a reassuring smile.
“Of course, Mr Hummel. I’ll have him home, safe and sound. I’m only taking him to Breadstix, so we should be home well before ten.”
“I’m holding you to that,” he said with a laugh, though I knew from the look in his eyes that he was dead serious.
“You guys get going. Have a lovely time!” Carole ushered us out the door, possibly just as eager as we were to get the date going.
Kurt and I said goodbye to Finn and Carole and were escorted outside by Mr Hummel.
“Kurt, can you go wait by Blaine’s car for a second? I have to talk to him about something.”
“Dad, please don’t-“
“Kurt, if you don’t, you won’t be going.”
Kurt looked nervous for a second, as if he didn’t know whether or not to push the boundaries.
“Here,” I said to Kurt, placing my keys in his hands, “It’s cold out, so you can sit inside and turn the heat on if you want.”
“Thanks Blaine. Dad, no more than five minutes, okay?”
“Don’t worry, your dad’s just looking out for you. We’re fine. You sit in the car.”
Kurt looked back and forth between Mr Hummel and I before jumping in the car in favour of warmth. With the knowledge that Kurt couldn’t hear our conversation, Mr Hummel turned to me.
“Now, Blaine... Kurt has told us all a lot about you. You seem like a really good guy and I trust Kurt’s judgement... But I just want to know that you’ll keep my boy safe.”
“Don’t worry Mr Hummel. I only have the best intentions for Kurt. He... he makes me so happy. I will never hurt him.”
“Okay. Well... you go and have a good time. But, just remember something...”
“Yes?”
“Whatever you do to my son, and I mean do to my son, I will do to you.”
I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or be horrified. I settled with an understanding nod.
“Of course, Mr Hummel,” I said softly, “You have nothing to worry about.”
Mr Hummel looked at me for a few seconds and said, “You go. And next time, call me Burt, okay kid?”
With this newfound trust I had from Kurt’s father I found myself internally jumping up and down. If I had Burt’s approval, there were no obstacles left in the road to a perfect relationship with the most perfect person ever.
“Thank you, Burt,” I said as I shook his hand before turning to face the car.
Upon seeing Kurt fixing his hair in my rearview mirror, I couldn’t help but chuckle in my head. He really made me happy, and knowing that I was about to go out on date with him made me happier than I could ever have imagined I would be.
I walked to the car, quicker than I normally would have, and jumped right into the driver’s seat, fastening my seat belt and starting the car.
“What was that about?” Kurt asked the moment I hit my seat.
“Not right now,” I said with a forced smile, “Wait til we get around the corner. And put your seatbelt on, I’m trying to win your dad’s trust here.”
“Oh alright,” he said with mock annoyance.
We waved to Burt, and Carole who had come outside to join Burt in seeing us off, and then reversed out of Kurt’s driveway to begin the journey to Breadstix.
As soon as we turned out of his street, Kurt turned to me.
“Okay. You can tell me now. What was that about?”
“You don’t give in, do you?”
“Just tellllll meeeeeeeeeeeeee!”
“Kurt, as hot as your little ‘annoying child’ act is right now, I’m trying to drive here.”
“...hot, am I?”
We’d reached a red light, so I was able to take my eyes off the road for a second and look Kurt right in the eyes.
“Yes. Hot. But also... so amazing beautiful and perfect in every way possible.”
With that, I took Kurt’s hand in my free hand and continued to drive with our fingers intertwined. We drove in silence, but neither of us felt the need to talk. The moment was so perfect, talking could have just ruined it. We didn’t say a word until we reached Breadstix and parked. I removed the keys from the ignition and turned to face Kurt.
“As perfect as this moment is,” I said softly, looking at him deeply, “I’d really like to take you out on this date and get to know you even more than I do now.”
“Me too,” Kurt said just as softly, as he squeezed my hand before removing his hands from mine and jumping out of the car.
He waited at the footpath for me to join him with a warm smile showing through his eyes. I put my keys in my pocket and extended a hand for Kurt to take. His warm, soft hand felt so perfect with mine. I never wanted to let go.
I led him into Breadstix and over to the maitre’ d, where I confirmed the reservation (Anderson, for two) and the waiter led us over to a private booth in the darkest corner of the restaurant.
“I hope this is to your liking,” the waiter said, gesturing for us to sit in the seats (which unfortunately, we had to separate to do) and placing the menus in front of us.
“Yes, thankyou, this is lovely,” Kurt piped up unexpectedly. He’d clearly been here before, so I knew that he knew how the restaurant worked. But I saw more than just familiarity in his response.
“Any drinks to start?”
Before Kurt could answer, I ordered for the both of us.
“Diet cokes for both of us, thanks,” I said with a grin to Kurt.
“Coming right up,” the waiter said, taking note of our order and walking away.
Kurt and I looked at our menus in silence. It wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable, though it would have been better if we were holding hands like we were in the car. That was perfect.
“What’s good here?” I broke the silence, smiling warmly at Kurt, my date.
Kurt saw my hand just lying on the table and he put his hand over it.
“I’ll order for you. Trust me.”
I couldn’t help but gaze into Kurt’s beautiful, crystal-clear blue eyes.
“I do.”
The waiter looked apologetic as he cleared his throat to interrupt us and give us our drinks.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he started apologising.
“Really, it’s okay, that’s what we’re here for,” I laughed it off.
“Are you ready to order your meals?” the waiter asked, avoiding our gazes.
“Yes,” Kurt answered for us, “We’d like one order of the lasagne and salad, and one order of the risotto, please.”
The waiter made a note on his pad, took our menus and told us that it’d be around a twenty minute wait before leaving faster than I’d seen anyone walk before.
“Lasagne and risotto, hey? What am I having?”
Kurt winked at me. “We share. I love both, I couldn’t choose, and you’ll love both of them, so I figured we could share.”
I looked at him, amused. “So... the truth comes out. Kurt Hummel: Uses Dates For Food.”
He took my hand and squeezed it again, without letting go this time, and looked me right in the eyes.
“Trust me. There’s only one reason I’m here with you tonight.”
I placed my free hand on top of Kurt’s so that our hands were completely joined.
“Yes?” I asked.
“You, Blaine. Just you.”
Nothing else had to be said. We knew why we were there. There was something just so amazing in sitting there with Kurt, gazing into each others eyes and just holding hands. I couldn’t believe that the night could have been any more perfect, but it just kept getting better.
Kurt decided to try flirting, it seemed.
“So... you said I look hot tonight?” he asked with a coy look in his eye.
“Why yes,” I replied, mimicking his flirty nature, “yes I did.”
“Do tell...”
I leant in closer so that even if someone were sitting at the next table, they wouldn’t be able to hear a thing.
“When I saw you walk down those stairs,” I whispered, “You looked absolutely irresistible. And if your family hadn’t been standing right there...”
I trailed off, leaving him hanging as I took a sip of my Diet Coke. I knew it was killing him, and it was entertaining, in a way. But I also knew I couldn’t leave him like that. I knew I had to finish.
“...what would you have done?” he asked me expectantly.
I leant in even closer, so close that if Kurt had moved forward just one inch, our noses would have been touching. I whispered even softer this time, not wanting anyone else to enter our own private little world.
“Whatever you’d have wanted me to do.”
It was at that inopportune moment our meals arrived, and the waiter stumbled on his words before nervously placing our plates down in front of us and again before we’d even had a chance to thank him.
I knew I’d be leaving him a massive tip.
Kurt and I had to break hands as we picked up our forks and began to eat.
“Poor waiter,” he said, “He’s been so good to us and all we’ve done is scare him with our...”
He couldn’t seem to find the words, so I used it as an opportunity to tease him further.
“With our.....?”
“No more teasing, Blaine. We should be nice to each other. Maybe.”
“Nawww! But teasing is fun!”
“BLAINE.”
“Fine, fine. I have something serious to talk about anyways.”
Kurt looked up from his risotto to listen carefully. I appreciated that: he always seemed to know when I meant something.
“I’ve been thinking...”
“...About?”
“...You, Kurt. I’ve been thinking about you... and me... and truth be told, it took me way too long to pluck up the courage and ask you out.”
“What do you mean?” Kurt had stopped eating and was just concentrating on me, so I put my fork on my plate and took the opportunity to say everything I had to say.
“Kurt... I’ve felt this connection with you from the day I met you. The minute you introduced yourself, you had an impact on my life. All I saw was this amazing, beautiful guy that I just had to get to know.
And then you put your trust in me. You let me into your world and you confided in me. Every time you needed help, I did all I could to put myself at your disposal. Every time you cried, I cried inside. All I could think of was just taking you in my arms and holding you until all your pain just went away...”
Kurt remained silent with his eyes on mine. He leaned forward and took my hands yet again, without saying anything. I continued.
“I... I’ve never, never, felt this way about anyone. It sounds clich�, but I know that... we’re meant to be together. All I want is to take your hand, thrust it in the air in the middle of Dalton and shout that you’re my boyfriend. I want to take you out to dates and make you feel special. I want to make you feel like you’re the luckiest guy in the world, because that’s exactly how you’ve made me feel since the moment I met you. I’ve felt nothing but incredible happiness since I met you.
You make me so happy, and I want to spend every spare fucking moment with you.”
I saw small tears escaping from the corner of Kurt’s eyes and I knew that he felt something.
“Blaine... the way you just talked about me explains everything I’ve ever felt about you. You make me a better person. You give me courage, faith and happiness every single day. And I don’t know how a teenage relationship goes but I know that this isn’t just hormones.
For me, this is real... and I want to spend every spare fucking moment with you.”
I held Kurt’s hands even tighter as I felt tears welling in my eyes too. To know that the person you love feels so strongly for you is an incredible feeling, and I just wanted to be even closer to Kurt now that I knew exactly how he felt.
I took his hands and squeezed them, before jumping up and pulling him with me. I passed the register, handing over enough money to cover food and the massive tip for the poor waiter along the way.
“Blaine, what are you doing? What’s happening to our date?”
“Change of scenery,” I said, gesturing to Kurt to get in the car.
He slid into his seat without a word after I opened the door for him and closed it gently after I saw he was in safely. I raced around to my side, jumped into my seat quickly and shoved the keys in the ignition.
“You’re scaring me a bit now. Where are we going?”
As the car roared into life, I turned to look at Kurt, brushed his cheek with my hand softly and said, “somewhere perfect.”
I drove as fast as I could without exceeding the speed limit, though I’m sure in my excitement I broke a few laws anyway. I was so excited and nervous about what I was about to do that I didn’t even care. Kurt was all that mattered to me.
I drove into the parking space closest to a beautiful, quiet park consisting of a couple of park benches, miles of green grass and an open sky. I parked the car, jumped out faster than I’d gotten into the car just a few moments earlier and ran around to Kurt’s side to open the door. I held out my hand for Kurt to take, which he did with a warm smile and a squeeze of my hand, before closing his door, locking the car and pulling Kurt over to one of the park benches.
The park was deserted, peaceful and the moonlight bounced off of the melting snow glistening on the green grass. It was the perfect place for the perfect moment.
I pulled Kurt down to sit next to me on one of the park benches, leaned back and told him to do the same, so he could see the beautiful night sky. Every single star seemed to shine just for us, and I felt Kurt move in closer to get a better view. I felt his fingers tighten their grip when clasped around mine and I knew that this was the perfect moment I’d been waiting for.
“Kurt?”
“Yes?” he replied softly, still staring at the breathtaking view above us.
“Would you do me the honour of being my boyfriend?”
Kurt sat up, moved in even closer and faced me so that we were sitting there, facing each other head-on. He brought our hands closer to his heart, and I felt his warm heartbeat pulsing away.
“There is nothing in the world I would love more,” he said softly, as if he was sharing yet another part of our own private little world with me.
At that moment, everything was beautiful. Everything was perfect. I couldn’t believe that someone so amazing could ever want me like Kurt did, and him accepting my offer made me feel so ecstatic that I couldn’t help but smile like a lunatic.
And then, Kurt pulled our hands closer to him yet again, pulling me in with them. Our noses were touching that time, and I noticed that we were both silently crying softly. We moved in closer, slowly, until our lips just touched in a sweet, gentle kiss. It lasted for a few seconds, and we broke apart with our foreheads pressed together.
I then pulled my hands out of Kurt’s strong grasp to wrap my arms around his waist to pull him in yet again. He responded by wrapping one arm around my lower back and by placing his other hand on the back of my neck.
We leant in and kissed again, this time with more passion and urgency than we had the first time. I felt the need to be close to Kurt: to feel his warm touch, to just be with him. And as we kissed, I felt as though fireworks were erupting above our heads. I felt Kurt’s tongue touch my lips and I opened them slightly so that we could get even closer. I wrapped my arms around him even tighter as he pulled me closer by the neck. We were kissing so passionately, with so much feeling and meaning, that I didn’t care about anything else in the world.
We kissed for hours it seemed, until I remembered that I had to take Kurt home. I hesitantly broke the kiss, keeping Kurt close to me. We pulled in closer in the closest, warmest embrace and just sat there for a few minutes before I had to break away.
I kept my hands on Kurt’s waist and looked at him. He was even more stunning than I’d ever seen him before. I saw his grin, the same grin I had on my face, and I knew that no matter what happened, Kurt and I were meant for each other.
“I don’t want to leave, but if we’re ever to do this again, I need to get you back to your dad.”
Kurt looked at his phone for the time.
“It’s only 9:20...” He looked at me with longing eyes.
I couldn’t resist pulling him in for a gentle, chaste kiss before pulling him up from the park bench and leading him to the car. I opened his door like a gentleman, helped him inside and shut the door gently before racing to get in the car myself.
Once I was sitting next to Kurt in the driver’s side, I took his hand again.
“Thank you,” I said quietly.
“For what?”
“...For giving me everything.”