Future!Klaine- Tea Party

Friday afternoon grocery shopping, finally done. Thank God. Kurt absolutely hated grocery shopping. It was the only kind of shopping that didn't appeal to him at all. That's why he was determined to make this one a little bit more interesting...

"Hi, honey! I'm home!" Kurt called, kicking the door closed with his foot and dumping armfuls of plastic grocery bags on the kitchen counter.

Almost as if calling a puppy, Blaine came trotting in, greeting Kurt with several messy kisses before going straight to the bags.

"What are these?" Blaine asked, pulling out a cardboard box from one of the bags, curiously.

"Cookies, I think," Kurt replied, smiling mischievously as he began unpacking some of the other grocery bags. Blaine's eyes lit up excitedly as he tried to open the box, only to be slapped away by Kurt.

"Not yet, Blaine. Hasn't anybody ever told you that you need to wait until after dinner before you can have dessert?" Blaine frowned slightly, then furrowed his eyebrows in sudden thought.

"Hey, why'd you buy cookies anyway? You never buy me sugar."

"For good reasoning, baby. But I actually have a surprise planned tonight."

"Ooh, what is it?" Blaine begged.

"If I told you, then it wouldn't be much of a surprise, now would it?" Kurt smirked, knowing exactly how to drive his husband insane.

"Aw, come on, Kurtsie..." Blaine pressed his body up against Kurt's in an attempt to tempt him. Kurt just laughed at him, pushing him away and putting a carton of eggs into the fridge.

"No, Blaine. You can help me make dinner, though. Do you want chicken or pasta?"

"Cookies."

"Okay, pasta it is," Kurt chuckled, pulling out a box of pasta from a the last shopping bag.

"Did you get the bowties?" Blaine said, peeking to look at the box.

"No, I got whole grain rigatoni. It's better for you."

"I like the bowties better..." Blaine grumbled, crossing his arms and leaning back against the counter, pouting.

"Seriously, Blaine. You're like a five year old kid. Get the bowl from the cabinet and fill it with water, will you? I'll find the saucepan..." Kurt's voice trailed off as opened the dishwasher and grabbed the pan. Blaine did another pout and obeyed; he knew what would happen if he didn't.

The making of their Friday night dinner went by pretty uneventfully. Kurt basically bossed Blaine around the kitchen, and Blaine obeyed without protest, knowing that if he didn't, he wouldn't get to eat. And he needed to eat. Blaine set the table up nicely, using Kurt's favorite maroon placemats and fancy silverware. Not soon after, a steaming plate of "fake cardboard pasta", as Blaine called it, was placed on the table.

Blaine sat opposite Kurt, playfully kicking his shins as he ate. Kurt didn't respond. The two began their meal in silence. Not an awkward silence. More like a I can't talk because my mouth is too filled with pasta kind of silence. Only once the amount of pasta on their plates and the amount of room in their stomachs dwindled down did they begin to start a conversation.

"So... what's the surprise?"

"I already told you, there's no way I'm not telling you! It's supposed to be a surprise!" Kurt chuckled.

"But you can give me some sort of hint, right?"

"Nope. No hints."

"Does it have anything to do with a puppy?" Blaine asked, a little too eagerly.

"No. No puppy."

"Damn it." Kurt laughed at Blaine again, and Blaine stuck his tongue out playfully, kicking Kurt's ankles again.

"That hurts, you know. Finish your pasta."

"Fine."

The meal continued with less conversation. Every once and awhile, Blaine would shoot out a random suggestion. To his dismay, no, the surprise was most definitely not a puppy. Also on the list of denied guesses were: rocket ship, surprise twenty-six and eleven sixteenths birthday party, puppy ("Gosh, Blaine! No puppy, already!), full grown dog, kitten, llama, and any sort of pet. Blaine was kind of depressed.

When the meal was finished and the table cleared, Blaine returned to his jumpy puppy-like state, practically jumping around Kurt in eager anticipation.

"What's the surprise? Can you tell me now? Please? Please? Pretty please, Kurtsie?"

"Oh my goodness, Blaine," Kurt sighed, smirking. He reached out and pat Blaine a few times on the head, only to further enforce the puppy similarities. "Why don't you take a shower and dress up in something fancy. By the time you're done, the surprise just might be ready."

"So it is a party!"

"No, it's not. Well, kind of... If you actually listen to me and do what I say, you could find out what the surprise is in like... fifteen minutes," Blaine nodded vigorously and darted the bathroom attached to their bedroom and proceeded to take one of the quickest showers he'd ever taken in his life. Once he was finished and he had dried and gelled his hair to near perfection. He then picked out a black polo t-shirt and a red bowtie and put them on with a pair of brightly colored skinny jeans. It was fancier than his outfit before, which was just his sweatpants and an old theater t-shirt. Kurt would be satisfied, if not pleased by his choice of clothing, Blaine decided. With a spring in his step, Blaine made his way back to the dining room. He was definitely surprised to find two additional familiar faces sitting at the dining room table with a smirking Kurt.

"Hey, Blaine! How've you been?" Rachel stood up from her seat at the table and gave Blaine a stiff hug.

"Rachel! Hi! I've been good, and you?"

"Great, thanks!" she smiled, stepping back to let Mercedes consume Blaine in a huge hug.

"Hey, white boy! I've missed you so much!" she squeezed a little too tight, and Blaine lost his breath for a couple of seconds.

"Missed you- ah! Too, Cedes..." Mercedes released Blaine after a little bit, letting Blaine finally able to resume his breathing. "When did you come to town?"

"Just flew in yesterday! I'm staying with Finn and Rachel for the weekend."

"That's awesome, Cedes! Missed you a lot," Blaine looked to Kurt. "So what are we doing?"

"I thought it would be a fun break from reality if we all got together and had a tea party!" Kurt said, cheerfully. Blaine raised his eyebrows, taking the information.

"A tea party?"

"Aw, come on, Blaine! It'll be fun. And you should be really grateful that I'm actually letting you have sugar," Kurt said in a slightly threatening tone. Blaine looked down and laughed.

"You guys are really insane."

"That's what I said!" Mercedes added with a chuckle. There was a pause of silence.

"So... tea party. What do we do?" Blaine had never been to a tea party before. He'd seen them on TV and in movies and stuff. Pretty much he gathered that you sit around a table and drink tea and eat tiny snacks... He tried to suppress a laugh as he imagined the four of them sitting around a tiny table drinking tea out of tiny pink cups... They weren't going to be doing that, were they? He then realized who was planning the thing, and groaned a tiny bit.

"I set up the table with our good table cloth, and we have green tea. Or we will, the water is still boiling," Kurt said, standing up and beginning to pace, something he did often when he had a lot on his plate. "And I have all kinds of cookies and little cakes set up here!"

The table. Oh, the table.

Let's begin at the tablecloth. It was Kurt's very best one. It was white and long, draping off the sides of their long dining room table. The ends were woven into lace-like patterns. He had gotten it during his honeymoon in Paris, at some shop that sold extremely expensive fabrics. Blaine hadn't bothered to convince him not to buy it, despite its insane price. Long story short, when Kurt wanted something, he got that something.

There were four plates set up at the table. Blaine recognized them as Kurt's china set. Kurt claimed it had been his mother's. They were slightly off-white, with golden decorative trimming around the edge of the plates, along with around the matching saucers and the rim of the teacups. To be honest, Blaine didn't even know they owned teacups, not to mention the extremely fancy pastry tower that sat in the center of the table. Really, where did Kurt even find that?

Blaine spotted the tiny sugar cookies with pink frosting he had been eyeing before. Immediately, his mouth began to water. Additionally, there were mini-cupcakes, also decorated with a sugary-looking pink frosting, and some other pastry-type thing that Blaine couldn't pin a name to. But they looked unhealthy, which pleased Blaine greatly.

A whistling sound from the kitchen made Kurt freeze and stop pacing.

"Ooh, yay! The water is boiling!" he cried as he darted to the kitchen. Blaine was left awkwardly standing in the room with Rachel and Mercedes.

"Alright, come on guys, let's get to those cookies before Kurt comes back in!" Mercedes said, rushing to the table with a grin.

"This is why you are one of my best friends, Cedes." Blaine sighed, reaching in for a cookie.

"Guys, don't!" Rachel protested. "KURT! They're eating your cookies!"

"Don't you dare!" Kurt called back, urgent, but not at all surprised. "Blaine, if you even lay a finger on those cookies, I will guarantee that you will never ever eat any form of sugar ever again!"

Blaine put down the cookie with a pout, but that didn't stop Mercedes from shoving one of the cupcakes in her mouth and devouring it. Blaine and Rachel gave her a look, and Mercedes tried to speak over the cupcake.

"Wha? 'ever said 'nythin' bout me an' the 'upcakes!"

Just then, Kurt wobbled in carrying a steaming hot tea kettle.

"Cedes..." Kurt trailed off, at a loss for words. The silence of Kurt's death glare was deafening. Or, it was until all four of them, including Kurt, broke into a fit of hysterical laughter. "You guys are insane. Insane sugar craving pigs."

"Thanks!" Mercedes replied, still digesting the cupcake.

"Alright, let's get this over with," Blaine sighed, smiling slightly. The four of them gathered around the table, sitting down in their seats. Kurt was ecstatic. He was grinning like a kid at Christmastime.

"I'm so excited! I haven't had a tea party since I was-" Kurt stopped mid-sentence, realizing that his answer was... a little high of a number, and the last thing he wanted was his friends judging him.

"Let me guess- last week?" Mercedes quipped.

"NO! I think I was around fifteen..." Kurt trailed off, in a half memory. "I don't remember it much, I just remember making myself little sandwiches and eating them..."

Blaine snorted in laughter and Kurt slapped him, kind of seriously and kind of playfully.

"Would you like some tea, Rachel?"
"Of course, I would love some tea, Kurt," Rachel was clearly enjoying the theatrics of the tea party. An excuse to act all fancy was definitely something she was interested in. Blaine and Mercedes on the other hand... they were having a blast in their own way.

"Blaine? Tea?" Kurt asked, pouring Rachel and himself some tea from his teapot.

"Um, sure?" Rachel kicked Blaine hard in the shin from underneath the table.

"Blaine! It's a tea party, you have to use your manners! You have to say 'yes, please. I would love some tea'."

"Yes, please. I would love some tea," Blaine mocked Rachel's sugary sweet tone with incredibly accuracy, causing he and Mercedes burst out into another fit of giggles. Kurt and Rachel exchanged a glance, and Kurt silently poured Blaine and Mercedes some tea before returning the tea pot to the table.

Kurt then picked up his tea cup and began taking delicate sips, pausing every once and awhile just to taste. Rachel mimicked his movements carefully.

Blaine looked at Kurt. Then at his tea cup. Then back at Kurt. He picked up his tea cup, tentatively sniffing it. Blaine hated tea. He thought it tasted funny and he'd always refuse to drink it whenever Kurt made it for him, which happened often enough. Blaine much preferred coffee. So he wasn't exactly thrilled to be at a tea party where all you did was sip tea and nibble on miniature snacks when he'd much rather be doing other things. Anything but this, really.

"Blaine, it's not awful. If you just try it, I think you'd like it. We can even fill it with sugar and honey, if you want," Kurt said, noticing Blaine's hesitance. Blaine set the cup back on the table, nodding vaguely as he reached for what he assumed to be the sugar pot.

One scoop. Two scoops. Three scoops. Four scoops. Five-

"OhmygoodnessBlaine! That is most definitely enough sugar!" Kurt said, snatching the sugar bowl from Blaine and placing it safely at the other side of the table. Blaine pouted and leaned in to his tea cup. He began a rather messy attempt at lapping up the tea with his tongue. Seriously, if Blaine was any more like a puppy...

Mercedes started giggling again. She copied Blaine and began lapping up the tea with her tongue. Kurt and Rachel stared at them with disgust.

"That's disgusting," Rachel said, putting her cup of tea down on the saucer.

"Repulsive," Kurt added.

"Sorry, babe, I just don't know how this tea party thing works quite yet," Blaine said, lifting his head up from his tea.

"See, Blaine, you hold it like this," Rachel said, jumping into the conversation like always. She held up her tea cup, the delicate handle pinched between her thumb and pointer finder tightly. Her other fingers held their position gracefully curved, the pinky finger sticking out more so than the others. Blaine watched carefully, attempting to mimic Rachel's finger position with his own hand, but Blaine's hands were quite larger than Rachel's, and harder to manage. Blaine ended up with the tea cup situated okay, but the other fingers just hanging helplessly. Kurt rolled his eyes and reached over to help Blaine. Kurt delicately moved Blaine's pinky finger out, and curled his other finders around slightly. When he was satisfied with the position, he let go, only to find Blaine's fingers revert themselves to their original position.

"You are so incredibly hopeless, Blaine."

"Thanks..." Blaine mumbled, putting down his tea cup and reaching across the table, nearly tipping over the cream in the process, and attempt to grasp a cookie.

"Blaine!" Rachel cried in a panic. "Blaine, you don't just reach over the table like that! Kurt was closer to the cookies, you should have politely asked him to pass them over to you."

"Wow, I feel like I'm having dinner with my mother again," Blaine commented, probably directed to Mercedes.

"He does this during dinner, too!" Kurt said.

"Kind of a habit, I guess..." Blaine mumbled, digging his teeth into the cookie hungrily. What followed was kind of an awkward silence. It was long and lingering- Kurt and Rachel sipping tea quietly, Blaine finally eating his cookie, and Mercedes licking the air above her teacup and eyeing the cupcakes secretly.

"Now what?" Blaine whined. Rachel looked up, alarmed at Blaine's tone.

"Now we just do a little small talk while sipping our tea and eating our little desserts," she answered. Blaine raised his eyebrows.

"Small talk? What kind of small talk?"

"I don't know," Rachel trailed. "We can talk about how our days went. How was your day, Cedes?"

"Wha?" she looked up from her plate, hearing her name.

"How was your day?"

"Oh. Um. Good, I guess. Didn't do much. Just kind of woke up, got into a plane, and came here."

"Ah. How about you, Blaine?"

"I had a good day. It's the first day all week I haven't had a show, so I kind of just relaxed until Kurt got home. It was fun. And you, Kurtsie?" Rachel grinned.

"He's getting the hang of this!" Blaine winked at her.

"My day was alright, I suppose. I had to get up early to get into the office. Rachel, did I tell you that we are opening up our new line next month? Everybody is so excited, but so busy. So work was stressful, but I was glad to be able to go out and organize this afterwards. Rachel?"

"Well, this morning I woke up later than normal, because Finn hadn't bothered to set the alarm clock before he went to bed. So when I woke up, I had to scramble to get all of my morning chores done before I could get to Wicked rehearsals. That went smoothly, thank God. And then I came home and had Finn help me clean the house for Mercedes' visit. We picked her up at the airport just in time for her to drop her stuff off at our house and head over here."

Just then, Mercedes put down her tea cup and abruptly stood up, causing the table to shake slightly.

"This small talk is boring. This tea party is boring. Blaine, do you want to go do something?"
"What?" Blaine's eyes widened, looking at Mercedes.

"Anything. God, anything but this," Mercedes shot Blaine a kind of sideways smile and her eyes glimmered with a kind of evil plan. Blaine caught on immediately.

"Sounds perfect. Enjoy your party guys, Mercedes and I are going out."

"What? No, Blaine sit back down!" Kurt scolded, grabbing on to Blaine's wrist as Blaine stood up.

"Sorry. We're out. Later guys," and Blaine and Mercedes raced out of the front door towards the cars. Rachel gave a loud, exasperated sigh.

"I kind of expected this."

"To be honest, I think I kind of did, too. But now we should be worried about what Blaine and Mercedes are doing," Kurt said, his voice trailing off in sudden thought.
"It's really not our problem now; they already started your car."

"What? They're taking my car?" Kurt squeaked, jumping up to tear the curtains away from the window to see Blaine and Mercedes climbing into Kurt's car.

"It's better on gas," Rachel pointed out. "They'll be fine, Kurt. Let's just enjoy our tea party. I bet it'll be a lot easier without them here anyway."

"You're right, Rachel," Kurt sighed, sitting back down and picking up the tea pot. "Would you like some more tea?"

"Why, certainly, Mr. Hummel-Anderson. Thank you very much."

"You are very welcome, Mrs. Hudson."