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"We're both looking for something, we've been afraid to find."
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justbeingaqueen and rockstarwarbler
What: The First Date
Where: Escopazzo, Miami Beach
When: Saturday Night
Rating: Swearing and some minor triggering references
PART ONE
Blaine was pretty sure he had never been this nervous in his whole entire life. He used to get sort of nervy before performances when he was younger, but he outgrew that when he realised how much he just adored singing and dancing. He used to get nervous about pleasing his father, but gave up on that also when he realised it was an impossible feat once he came out. Then there was his brother, who was perfect at everything, and Blaine always felt like he was second best, so he used to get nervous sometimes that his parents wouldn't be pleased for his successes when, even though they were huge accomplishments for Blaine, his brother had always done better. But all that was just juvenile anxiety. Every teenager went through that.
The thing was, Blaine had never really found his feet in the dating world, despite knowing he was gay and coming out in his (first) sophomore year. He had crushes, and as he got older, went on a few dates. He even got himself a couple of blow jobs after dates, but that was it. Nothing stuck, and he never felt like he connected to any of the guys. In the end, once he got to Miami, he just gave up and threw himself into college. Puck was always on his case about needing to get laid, to the point that it was just a running joke between them now. Puck tried it on, Blaine gave him the brush-off.
And then there was Kurt Hummel.
Blaine knew he had been literally swept off his feet and he was still reeling from it. It was the most random of scenarios, but there was just something about the way Kurt held himself together during the tail end of his miserable day and took it in his stride to let Blaine help him... albeit reluctantly. It was perhaps that relucntance that had Blaine hooked. That, and the fact Kurt was gorgeous. His eyes, his beautiful face, his soft voice. Blaine was just super attracted to him, even in the rain. He wasn't sure how to explain any of it, or the way he had found himself in this crush so quickly. He just knew that there was this feeling in his belly he couldn't shake that told him he had to hold onto this and he had to try and see if it could go further.
He was the first to arrive at the restaurant. He had spent the whole day as a pretzel of nerves, bouncing around the apartment trying to figure out what he should wear and very much anticipating a phone call from Kurt at any time to pull out of the date. But the call never came, and Blaine just had more time to annoy the fuck out of Puck in the lead up to when he had to leave for the restaurant. There was even a point where he was so wound up, he nearly threw up, but Puck gave him a quick shot of bourbon and it helped calm him down a little.
Kurt had eventually arrived, fashionably late, and looking absolutely stunning. Despite the crutches, the outfit was amazing, complete with pants that should seriously be illegal being that tight. Blaine's mouth had dropped open as soon as Kurt arrived at the table and negotiated his weight on the crutches so he could sit down. The way he moved meant Blaine caught a seriously up close and personal view of his butt in those pants, and it was all he could do not to reach out and stroke it. The thought definitely passed his mind, and then he immediately thought he was going to hell for it. His mouth had been hanging open and it was a miracle he didn't start to salivate. But then Kurt had been sitting across from him, and smiling, and Blaine plucked back his composure to pick up the single red rose he had brought and gave it to Kurt as he greeted him.
Kurt, on the other hand, approached the lead up to the date entirely differently. He was on edge and worried about the whole thing, and it brought out his bitch side. Sure, he was excited, but this was literally his first date ever. Any other offers he ever had in the past, he flat turned them down, so this was new territory for him and everyone around him. His fag hags didn't quite seem to know how to tackle it in case they got 100% bitched out. It seemed like the best route to just leave him to it and feel his own way around the uncharted territory.
He was beyond nervous and more into the realms of anxiety, but it wasn't just the prospect of the date, it was the notion of having to sit down with a complete stranger and fake his way through a three course meal. Kurt ate at restaurants when he needed to, but he tackled it with military precision that his friends were used to. His food got cut up into equal-sized little portions, he ate at about the speed of a snail and sometimes he would only eat foods of a certain colour. At least he ate, though. He had been better lately, sticking to light meals but still eating without much of a fanfare and he really had been regaining weight. The fact he was slipping again though meant his head was tangled up when it came to food, and now he had to share a meal with a sweet guy who just wanted to have a date with him, and Kurt had to fake his way through it. That, right there, was what had him knots more than anything else.
Blaine was just the most sweet thing, though. It was lucky Kurt was sitting or he might have been knocked off his feet. White roses the other day weren't enough, Blaine had to go and get him an extremely romantic single rose for their date and sit there looking all gorgeous in navy blue suit that hugged all the right places. Kurt wanted to reach other the table and smoosh his face up for just being so gorgeous. These weren't attentions he was used to, and he was feeling all sorts of emotions like flattery and butterflies in the stomach that he didn't know what to do with. He was completely and utterly swept up in the moment, and with Blaine being so sweet and attentive, Kurt had no choice but to go with the flow and stop trying to overanalyse everything.
At least until it came to order the meals. They had been chatting animatedly about college and their days that Kurt was taken by surprise to find the waiter suddenly there wanting their orders. That was when he became flustered. He hadn't even had a chance to study the menu intently to figure out the best option and the choice was suddenly thrust upon him. That was when he probably made a cardinal error... he let Blaine order for him, thinking it was at least a nice gesture after all the sweet things Blaine had done for him. It was a sign of trust, right? And Kurt did want Blaine to feel comfortable. But beyond that, it meant Kurt wasn't thrust into the spotlight of having to choose a meal. If he did that, he might just start to freak out. Whatever Blaine ordered, he could fake his way through that too. That just felt like a hell of a lot of faking than should be present on a first date, but it was better than hitting all out panic and Blaine thinking he wasn't interested.
Because he was. Kurt really was interested in a guy, even if he wasn't completely sure why this guy had gotten under his skin. He was charming, and he was romantic, and it was exactly how Kurt always hoped dates would go when he was still in high school and before he got too hardened to the world around him to believe that sort of thing still existed anymore. Maybe it did exist, but it was like he was waiting for a catch or for it to all go wrong like things always seemed to for him when they just started to go right. So, when Blaine was suddenly asking Kurt with that sweet grin of his what he wanted for dinner, Kurt felt like a deer in headlights and quickly telling Blaine to just order for them was reactionary. Typically, Blaine had asked him if he was absolutely sure, whilst managing to look totally flattered by the prospect and even a little flustered to have such an honour bestowed on him. Kurt just didn't have the heart to take back the panicked suggestion and had no choice but to roll with it. He could get through this. He could. People went on dates to restaurants all the time, it couldn't be that big a deal...
Blaine had sweetly remembered Kurt's query about vegetarian options, and had gone with a salad dish for an appetizer and seafood for a main. Only, now Kurt was sitting with a pasta bowl before him laden with Tagliolini with Florida lobster, fresh tomatos in a fresh tarragon sauce. To anyone else, the anticipation alone of a meal that elaborate would be mindblowing. It was probably delicious, there was just a lot of it and for a few moments, all Kurt could do was stare at the food in front of him, his fingers wrapped around his fork still resting on the table. Why didn't he have the forethought to think to offer to share a meal? That would have been really romantic, and probably score a lot of date points. It did smell nice. It would do that much harm to eat it, right? Lobster was a good meat. Expensive, so therefore good.
"Kurt?" Blaine asked hestitanly as he watched Kurt stare at his meal for a few moments. "Is it okay? Is there a hair in it? Oh my god, you're allergic to shellfish, aren't you?! You are. Oh my god, I'm so--"
Kurt's head whipped up and he quickly shook his head, offering Blaine a smile that he hoped was reassuring. "No, no. I'm not. Not at all. I'm allergic to coconut, and that's it. Sorry, I was... daydreaming. Forgive me?" He smiled again and then cleared his throat, finally picking up his fork to twist it into the pasta. "Lobster... I've never had it before. Here's hoping it lives up to the hype, huh? You really are spoiling me." Blaine was watching him now, to see if he was actually going to like it, so Kurt scooped the first forkful into his mouth, and there was no denying the absolute onslaught of flavours he was hit with. Shit, was it was amazing. There was an urge to stuff five more mouthfuls into his mouth then, but that really wouldn't be a good look. But he wanted more, he needed more, and this was definitely scoring more dating points for Blaine.
It was only when Kurt didn't seem to gag on the food that Blaine felt relieved enough to try his own meal. He really thought for a minute there he had fucked up, and he had been nervous about ordering for Kurt as it had been. Kurt had heard what he picked and hadn't protested though. No matter what, Blaine just didn't want to screw any of this up at all. On the contrary, he wanted to get it perfect and he wanted Kurt to know that it meant a lot to him that he wanted them to spend time together. He wanted to know more about him, and so far, he had gotten little snippets of facts about Kurt. Their conversation had really fallen into a tit-for-tat realm, but it was fun and they had laughed a lot whilst waiting for their meals to arrive. That was when the hitch came and for the first time since the start of the date, Blaine's nerves had flared back up inside him. Blaine licked his lips as he finished his first mouthful and then took a sip of his wine to wash it down. "It's good, yeah? It's a little bit of an acquired taste. I didn't even think about that when I ordered, so please don't feel you have to eat it if you don't like it. It's always been sort of a treat for me, even when I was young. I'm not a huge fan of seafood, but I love lobster. Coconut... I'll remember that," he added as an afterthought, tucking it away for (hopefully) future use.
"No, it's lovely. Fabulous choice, darling," Kurt reassured him and gave him another fond smile over the table, once again enjoying how Blaine's eyes sparkled in the candlelight. For the first time in his life, Kurt was overdosing on romance in reality, not just living vicariously through movies. Sitting here right now in Blaine's company, he found himself fantasising about doing this sort of thing on the regular, but it had to be way too premature for anything like that. So, why did it give him a little thrill when Blaine commented on remembering Kurt's coconut allergy? "I have a tiny little confession to make, but don't freak out or anything. It's not bad, more just... a little on the pathetic side. It might help you understand why, um, all this has caused me to be a little hesitant."
Thank god for that disclaimer, or Blaie was pretty sure he would have freaked out. Still, he, too, found himself gazing at Kurt in the candlelight and he was sure he could just sit here looking at him for hours. He was so beautiful, and it wasn't lost on Blaine that he had it bad for this guy. He didn't want it to be just one date. He wanted it to be a lot of dates, for a long time, and lots of other things together too. He watched Kurt's lips as he put his wine glass up to them and really, really wanted to know what it was like to kiss him. "You can tell me anything, you know," he murmured.
With that small statement, Kurt found himself really wanting to just open up to Blaine and tell him everything. He had never felt like that before, especially not someone he had only just met. He put his glass down again and then just with the tiniest hesitation, he put his hand down over Blaine's. Up to that point, all the instigation had been Blaine. Blaine had been the one to make all the moves, and even though Kurt seriously had no fucking clue what the hell he was really doing, he was willing to giv it a shot to follow instincts. "I haven't really... um, it's been a long time since I've done anything like this." Understatement of the century, clearly. "So, I don't want you to think that if I maybe freak out or seem like I'm hesitating, that it's because of you. You have been amazing, and I'm glad our paths crossed. All this is lovely and having you ask me out... well, it's been the nicest thing to happen to me in a long time. I just wanted you to know that."
Kurt's hand was so warm and soft, and Blaine wanted to wet his pants just from excitement at the tiny gesture. Even if he was inwardly leaping for joy like a teenager with a raging crush, outwardly, he kept his cool and just bit down on his lower lip around a smile as Kurt spoke. "I have a confession too," he replied with a laugh. "It's been a long time for me also. College has pretty much just been my life for the last few years, and that's okay, because I do love it. But there's always been that sense that it would be nice to have someone to share things with. Someone that isn't my best mate who uses all the toilet paper and makes fart jokes at every chance he can get," he added with a smirk. He brushed his thumb over the back of Kurt's hand, just showing him that the gesture was appreciated. More than. "Plus, I've always sort of wanted to find someone I have a connection with. I've done a lot of searching, just not really very much finding."
Kurt watched Blaine's face intently as he spoke, his eyes searching those big hazel ones. It was like he was reaching into Kurt's brain and stealing his thoughts and whilst it was faintly disconcerting, there was something comforting about it too. He waited a little longer before he took his hand away to pick up his fork again and smiled. "Well, I guess we can both appreciate the awkward moments that come with both being extremely rusty on the romance front, right? Not that I'm sure I buy you're tarnished in any way, because to be honest? You have been totally sweet with the gestures. In fact, I'm a little ashamed I've totally lacked in them myself. You took me by complete surprise and I haven't really found my feet."
Blaine laughed and shook his head. "No, no. Don't worry about anything like that. I'm the one who has been pushing you when you seemed reluctant about the whole thing. I should warn you on that front, I can be a bit of an accidental pain in the ass sometimes and really, if any of this has just been something you're not interested in, please don't feel like you can't tell me to piss off. I... don't want you to. You're really great company, Kurt, and it's still sort of blowing me away that we're on a date together. But the gestures... just putting up with my persistence, I think you deserve a medal," he said with another soft laugh. He pointed to Kurt's plate with his fork. "But it's good, yeah? I've always wanted to try this place. I've heard a lot of great things about it and it's living up to all of them..." Funny, it was exactly the same thing with Kurt, also. Blaine heard a lot about him from Puck, and Kurt was well living up to it all, and beyond. Even if it meant Blaine now found himself having a lot of extremely impure thoughts. "So... Puck tells me you were captain of the Cheerios."
Kurt was hooking back into his meal as Blaine spoke, and it was only when Blaine brought up the Cheerios that Kurt paused and realised how quickly he was ploughing through that dish. He was a good two-third through and Blaine had only taken a few mouthfuls. In fact, when Kurt paused, it was with another heavily-laden forkful poised near his lips and if he didn't put it into his mouth, he would lose his momentum and it would also probably drop off his fork inelegantly. Not that gorging on his food in the epitome of a desperate binge just to get through the meal was anywhere near elegance. It just tasted so good, but it was laden with calories, he just knew it. It was only when he paused that the guilt began to set in. Yes, he had been captain of the Cheerios, and now he wouldn't have a hope in hell of squeezing into the uniform because he so damn huge. The fork was stuffed into his mouth and then he put his fork down heavily to pick up his napkin from his lap and patted at the corners of his mouth. The food felt like it turned to sawdust on his tongue and made it a billion times harder to chew and swallow.
He gave a nod and forced the mouthful down with the effort it might take to eat a tennis ball and that was how it felt when it reached his throat. "Co-Captain," he corrected and was back to the wine to try and wash the taste of the food away. It was good, it was too good. "One of my best friends, Quinn, was captain with me. I joined when our Glee Club coach had his head so far up his ass and basically treated me like wallpaper. I got treated like wallpaper enough by my peers, I didn't need it from adults who were supposed to know better. So, I... found other avenues to do the things I enjoy." The story was being fabricated a little. Okay, a lot. Quinn basically blackmailed Kurt to stay on the team when she caught him in the bathrooms one day and the Cheerios just became a developed enjoyment to fill the gap of other things he was missing. "Which was performing, basically. Cheerleader wasn't the style of performing I wanted, but it was better than sitting at the back a Glee Club waving my hand and getting my ideas shot down in flames every time I opened my mouth." With this, Kurt was right back to shovelling his food into his mouth to make himself feel better. He didn't want to talk about that side of things with Blaine yet. He wasn't ready.
Blaine didn't notice anything was amiss. He just took it as Kurt enjoying his meal, and it helped Blaine relax to pick up the pace of his own eating. He made his way more steadily through his pasta, which was probably one of the nicest pasta dishes he ever had. But the bitterness around the edges of Kurt's tone was lost on him and he wiped his own mouth with his napkin once Kurt finished talking. "So, the Cheerios were just sort of a Plan B? You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but can I ask why you didn't go into performing if that was what you were passionate about? Puck says you're super talented with singing and dancing, and I figured if you had been in New Directions, you must have enjoyed it to be there by choice."
Kurt was beginning to feel like he had swallowed a brick. His eyes were lowered to the expensive linen tablecloth in contemplation of what he where he wanted to go with the direction of the conversation. First dates were no place for anything deep. "It just didn't happen," he said with a wry shrug and gave Blaine a smile. "Dreams don't always come to fruition, and my sexuality was quite the huge cockblock in Ohio, so to speak. As it was, I was a gay cheerleading captain and that got frowned upon by haters, but I was good at it, and my friends were on the team. There was a sense of belonging that I appreciated. Don't get me wrong, my chance for performing did come when Mr Schuester jumped the McKinley ship for Broadway and Holly picked up the reigns. She's my honourary big sister. Mentor. She helped me a lot and gave me chances in Glee I didn't have before, and now we're good friends. Fate just felt I wasn't destined to be a performer or something. Not that I'm sure I even believe in fate, mind you. Are you enjoying your pasta? I can tell you are. You've just got..." he trailed off with a laugh and picked up his napkin to reach over the table and carefully wipe the stray drop of sauce at the corner of Blaine's lips.
Blaine immediately flushed bright red and had to laugh too. "Oh my god, I'm like a Lady and the Tramp reject. Clearly, I'm not Disney movie material." He hastily wiped his mouth again with his own napkin once Kurt was done. "Is it gone now? But yes, I am enjoying it. I think it's the company more than anything, though. You're so easy to talk to. I feel like I could just get the worst case of verbal diarrhoea, but I have made enough of a dork of myself in front of you already. I think fate at least has a good case to argue, though. If I was a few seconds later in that cab, I wouldn't have seen you fall. So, for that, I'm glad that whatever caused me to look over at that moment did. How is the ankle, by the way? I thought if you were feeling okay, we could maybe go down onto the beach just a little after dinner and watch the stars? It's cold out, but it's a really clear night and there is part of the beach just a couple of blocks away that has a path down a good way to the water. The crutches would be a bitch in the sand. We can get a cab there. Only if you want to, I mean..."
"I was never into having dinner with dogs anyway. You're way more fun," Kurt joked, throwing Blaine a smirk. "My ankle has been been okay. At little sore if I'm on it too much, but nothing I can't handle. Sitting on the beach for a little while sounds lovely. The night is still young and maybe a little more talking won't do either of us any harm, right? Would you excuse me for a few minutes? I'll be right back." He grabbed his crutches and stood up, giving Blaine another smile. The meal was starting to taunt him from within and his small talk was getting stilted and distracted. It was all how much fat it was going to breed on him if he left it to just sit in that big heavy lump in his stomach. He should have ordered something light and he should have maintained complete control over it. He was fine if he had control. He felt guilty for eating, and he felt guilty for the expensive dish, but it was only expensive because it was full of bad things anyway. It was so good and tasted amazing, but it was too wrong.
He made it to the bathroom as quickly as he could on the crutches, relieved to find it completely empty. It was such a quick and easy process for him. The crutches were rested neatly against the side of the cubicle and he used some pieces of toilet paper to lift the seat up. He couldn't kneel with his ankle in the brace, so he just leaned over and as unpleasant as his part was, and never got any better, he closed his eyes and pushed two fingers to the back of his throat to trigger his sensitive gag reflex that came with a coughed retch, causing his eyes to water immediately.
Blaine watched Kurt as he left the table, unable to stop himself copping another perve on that damn fine ass. How could one ass be so perfect? He ate a little more of his dinner until he started to feel full and then rested his knife and fork together on the side of the place. He noticed Kurt had already done that, so he must have been finished too, and that was when Blaine's mind started to wander and kick into overdrive. The date was so nice and he was having a great time. He and Kurt had chatted so easily before they even thought to pick up a menu. But could it really be that easy? Why wasn't there some sort of catch? Why didn't Kurt automatically think he was a dick even when he was clearly showing dickish tendencies? Why hadn't he been grossed out when Blaine was sick out the cab door on the way home from the grocery store? There was so much for Blaine to think about, and all the date was doing was stirring even more of an attraction up inside him. But what if that wasn't reciprocated, and Kurt was just going to tell him thanks but no thanks at the end of the night?
It was just when Blaine managed to think himself into knots that he realised Kurt had been taking longer than standard for a pee. Or to powder his nose. Or whatever he was doing in the bathroom. He definitely headed in the directions of the bathroom. He waited about another minute before he was hastily taking his phone out of his jacket pocket and sending a text through to Puck. The conversation bounced back and forth for a little while, but he was beginning to get nervous that something was really wrong with Kurt... or maybe he had left. His jacket was still there hung over the back of his seat, though, and he didn't think Kurt was the sort to abandon a date like that. He would be upfront and tell Blaine he wasn't interested, right? Blaine felt his heart start to beat a little quicker in his chest and his eyes only left the exit towards the bathroom to answer Puck's texts. What if Kurt really was sick? Guilt twisted in Blaine's gut, and he knew if he was the one who took ill in a restaurant bathroom on a date, he would hope the guy would think to check on him. So, he set his napkin aside and pushed his chair back to get up and go check if Kurt was okay as soon as it hit the ten minute mark like Puck suggested... just in time to see Kurt came around the corner and start to make his way back to the table. Blaine heaved an obvious sigh of relief, but luckily Kurt was still too far away for him to see it.
In his haste, Kurt had managed to make a real mess of himself that time. His nail must have scraped against the back of his throat and caused him to bleed because he could taste a fair amount of blood, which just set the gagging and heaving into overdrive. It causd tears of exertion and it took some serious focus to stop himself retching, even once the half-digested food was well out of his system. Getting out to the sink to rinse his mouth, he had analysed himself in the mirror and looked atrocious. His neck and face were all blotchy and red from the strain, and his eyes were wet and bloodshot. There was no way he could have gone back out to Blaine like that. He shouldn't even be out in public looking like that. That was when another guy came into use the facility, and he actually asked if Kurt was okay, telling him it looked like he was having an allergic reaction to something. Now there was a novel excuse, and Kurt latched onto it immediately, placating the kind elderly gentleman that he was just waiting for the antihistamine to kick in. He washed his face with cold water and pressed wet towels to his eyes to reduce the redness. He was panicked, worrying Blaine would come in here at any moment, but after the usual routine of mouthwash and sanitizer, Kurt was pretty sure he could pull his appearance off in the soft candlelight.
He sat back down, grabbing the crutches in both hands so he could lay them on the floor beside him again and threw Blaine a smile. "Sorry about that. There was a serious line up back there. I let a guy in front of me in case I held him up with the crutches. Did I miss anything exciting?" he teased, keeping his voice calm, even if it was coming out a bit scratchy now from whatever he had done to the back of his throat. He coughed and then took a sip of his wine. "The heating in here is drying me out a little. They took the plates... was I really that long? I'm so sorry."
"No, no. It's okay. I hardly even noticed." Blaine could bullshit a little, right? He looked over Kurt's face, making sure he was okay, but tried to be as discreet as he could about it. He looked a little flushed, but it was true the heating was a tad on the oppressive side. Probably to get diners to buy more drinks. He held up the dessert menu. "I was just wondering if you wanted to order dessert. There are some amazing things in here, it's taking all my effort not to drool down my front," he laughed and handed the menu to Kurt to see te delectable offerings.
Kurt's stomach twisted and roiled as soon as he read the first line. It was like some invisible hand reached out and grabbed him by the throat with a nasty hiss of 'FAT!' and he swallowed, his own mouth salivating for an entirely different reason to Blaine's. "You know, I'm really quite full. All these things look so extravagant, I don't think I could fit it in. I wouldn't want to... to waste anything." Hello, guilt. You're back again. He handed the menu back with a small smile. "But you go ahead. You didn't eat as much as I did. What's your favourite? Something chocolatey?"
Biting on his lip in thought, Blaine took the menu back. He didn't really want to indulge without Kurt, and he was more on the full side himself. It was always the way when he had alcohol with his meal because he wasn't a big drinker. In fact, he was a total lightweight, but that wasn't something he needed Kurt to witness yet. "Actually, I love strawberry. Strawberry icecream with waffles if m favourite. Not that I hate chocolate. Don't get me wrong. I probably eat way too many sweet things, but the sugar gets me through college right along with coffee. I'll tell you what. How about we skip dessert here and get ice cream at the beach? As nice as this all is, I can't deny being a good old fashioned guy deep down. I'll probably just regret eating any of this anyway."
Ice cream at the beach sounded so fun and innocent, and Kurt got another of those glimpses of how sweet Blaine really was. It was the middle of winter, but it still sounded like it might be nice. "How about we share?" he suggested, claiming back that control with a grin. Two birds, one stone and all that jazz. "And I'll even let you pick strawberry if we can get sprinkles."
Of course Blaine just beamed at Kurt in return with an enthusiastic nod. "It sounds like we have a date," he replied and held his hand up to get the check. There was a little bit of a process with the bill, especially when Blaine insisted on paying the whole amount and wouldn't hear of going Dutch ('I asked YOU out, it's only fair'). Then he helped Kurt put his jacket back on, making sure he was steady on the crutches afterwards, and Kurt indulged in another sniff of his rose. It was so romantic and yes, he was going to bask in that for as long as he could. It was just as they were heading to the door and passing a row of tables that - with a small gasp of shock - Kurt's eyes landed on a very familiar blonde head at one of the tables as he approached. Holly! Holly had freaking been at the restaurant during Kurt's whole date, and he immediately hesitated near her table, shooting a Death Bitchpls Glare. And who the hell was the guy with her?! Kurt's blue eyes turned to him, flashing a little and if looks could kill, the guy would definitely be at least maimed by this point. What the fuck?!
That was when Blaine turned around again with another one of his amazing smiles, asking Kurt if he was okay. Kurt could stop and bitch Holly out, sure, but Blaine was all being a sweetheart again and Kurt nodded in reassurance, only to still have Blaine come to his side and wrap a secure arm around Kurt's waist... reminiscent of the day they met. Thoughts of Holly flew out of Kurt's brain as they passed her table and Kurt gave Blaine a fond smile. No. Whatever Holly's reasoning for being in that restaurant the one night of Kurt's first date, it would have to wait. Right then, Kurt was willing to submit that he only had eyes for Blaine, and maybe... just maybe... despite the apprehension, he was willing to admit the date was a wonderful success...
RP LOG, PART ONE
justbeingaqueen and rockstarwarblerWhat: The First Date
Where: Escopazzo, Miami Beach
When: Saturday Night
Rating: Swearing and some minor triggering references
Blaine was pretty sure he had never been this nervous in his whole entire life. He used to get sort of nervy before performances when he was younger, but he outgrew that when he realised how much he just adored singing and dancing. He used to get nervous about pleasing his father, but gave up on that also when he realised it was an impossible feat once he came out. Then there was his brother, who was perfect at everything, and Blaine always felt like he was second best, so he used to get nervous sometimes that his parents wouldn't be pleased for his successes when, even though they were huge accomplishments for Blaine, his brother had always done better. But all that was just juvenile anxiety. Every teenager went through that.
The thing was, Blaine had never really found his feet in the dating world, despite knowing he was gay and coming out in his (first) sophomore year. He had crushes, and as he got older, went on a few dates. He even got himself a couple of blow jobs after dates, but that was it. Nothing stuck, and he never felt like he connected to any of the guys. In the end, once he got to Miami, he just gave up and threw himself into college. Puck was always on his case about needing to get laid, to the point that it was just a running joke between them now. Puck tried it on, Blaine gave him the brush-off.
And then there was Kurt Hummel.
Blaine knew he had been literally swept off his feet and he was still reeling from it. It was the most random of scenarios, but there was just something about the way Kurt held himself together during the tail end of his miserable day and took it in his stride to let Blaine help him... albeit reluctantly. It was perhaps that relucntance that had Blaine hooked. That, and the fact Kurt was gorgeous. His eyes, his beautiful face, his soft voice. Blaine was just super attracted to him, even in the rain. He wasn't sure how to explain any of it, or the way he had found himself in this crush so quickly. He just knew that there was this feeling in his belly he couldn't shake that told him he had to hold onto this and he had to try and see if it could go further.
He was the first to arrive at the restaurant. He had spent the whole day as a pretzel of nerves, bouncing around the apartment trying to figure out what he should wear and very much anticipating a phone call from Kurt at any time to pull out of the date. But the call never came, and Blaine just had more time to annoy the fuck out of Puck in the lead up to when he had to leave for the restaurant. There was even a point where he was so wound up, he nearly threw up, but Puck gave him a quick shot of bourbon and it helped calm him down a little.
Kurt had eventually arrived, fashionably late, and looking absolutely stunning. Despite the crutches, the outfit was amazing, complete with pants that should seriously be illegal being that tight. Blaine's mouth had dropped open as soon as Kurt arrived at the table and negotiated his weight on the crutches so he could sit down. The way he moved meant Blaine caught a seriously up close and personal view of his butt in those pants, and it was all he could do not to reach out and stroke it. The thought definitely passed his mind, and then he immediately thought he was going to hell for it. His mouth had been hanging open and it was a miracle he didn't start to salivate. But then Kurt had been sitting across from him, and smiling, and Blaine plucked back his composure to pick up the single red rose he had brought and gave it to Kurt as he greeted him.
Kurt, on the other hand, approached the lead up to the date entirely differently. He was on edge and worried about the whole thing, and it brought out his bitch side. Sure, he was excited, but this was literally his first date ever. Any other offers he ever had in the past, he flat turned them down, so this was new territory for him and everyone around him. His fag hags didn't quite seem to know how to tackle it in case they got 100% bitched out. It seemed like the best route to just leave him to it and feel his own way around the uncharted territory.
He was beyond nervous and more into the realms of anxiety, but it wasn't just the prospect of the date, it was the notion of having to sit down with a complete stranger and fake his way through a three course meal. Kurt ate at restaurants when he needed to, but he tackled it with military precision that his friends were used to. His food got cut up into equal-sized little portions, he ate at about the speed of a snail and sometimes he would only eat foods of a certain colour. At least he ate, though. He had been better lately, sticking to light meals but still eating without much of a fanfare and he really had been regaining weight. The fact he was slipping again though meant his head was tangled up when it came to food, and now he had to share a meal with a sweet guy who just wanted to have a date with him, and Kurt had to fake his way through it. That, right there, was what had him knots more than anything else.
Blaine was just the most sweet thing, though. It was lucky Kurt was sitting or he might have been knocked off his feet. White roses the other day weren't enough, Blaine had to go and get him an extremely romantic single rose for their date and sit there looking all gorgeous in navy blue suit that hugged all the right places. Kurt wanted to reach other the table and smoosh his face up for just being so gorgeous. These weren't attentions he was used to, and he was feeling all sorts of emotions like flattery and butterflies in the stomach that he didn't know what to do with. He was completely and utterly swept up in the moment, and with Blaine being so sweet and attentive, Kurt had no choice but to go with the flow and stop trying to overanalyse everything.
At least until it came to order the meals. They had been chatting animatedly about college and their days that Kurt was taken by surprise to find the waiter suddenly there wanting their orders. That was when he became flustered. He hadn't even had a chance to study the menu intently to figure out the best option and the choice was suddenly thrust upon him. That was when he probably made a cardinal error... he let Blaine order for him, thinking it was at least a nice gesture after all the sweet things Blaine had done for him. It was a sign of trust, right? And Kurt did want Blaine to feel comfortable. But beyond that, it meant Kurt wasn't thrust into the spotlight of having to choose a meal. If he did that, he might just start to freak out. Whatever Blaine ordered, he could fake his way through that too. That just felt like a hell of a lot of faking than should be present on a first date, but it was better than hitting all out panic and Blaine thinking he wasn't interested.
Because he was. Kurt really was interested in a guy, even if he wasn't completely sure why this guy had gotten under his skin. He was charming, and he was romantic, and it was exactly how Kurt always hoped dates would go when he was still in high school and before he got too hardened to the world around him to believe that sort of thing still existed anymore. Maybe it did exist, but it was like he was waiting for a catch or for it to all go wrong like things always seemed to for him when they just started to go right. So, when Blaine was suddenly asking Kurt with that sweet grin of his what he wanted for dinner, Kurt felt like a deer in headlights and quickly telling Blaine to just order for them was reactionary. Typically, Blaine had asked him if he was absolutely sure, whilst managing to look totally flattered by the prospect and even a little flustered to have such an honour bestowed on him. Kurt just didn't have the heart to take back the panicked suggestion and had no choice but to roll with it. He could get through this. He could. People went on dates to restaurants all the time, it couldn't be that big a deal...
Blaine had sweetly remembered Kurt's query about vegetarian options, and had gone with a salad dish for an appetizer and seafood for a main. Only, now Kurt was sitting with a pasta bowl before him laden with Tagliolini with Florida lobster, fresh tomatos in a fresh tarragon sauce. To anyone else, the anticipation alone of a meal that elaborate would be mindblowing. It was probably delicious, there was just a lot of it and for a few moments, all Kurt could do was stare at the food in front of him, his fingers wrapped around his fork still resting on the table. Why didn't he have the forethought to think to offer to share a meal? That would have been really romantic, and probably score a lot of date points. It did smell nice. It would do that much harm to eat it, right? Lobster was a good meat. Expensive, so therefore good.
"Kurt?" Blaine asked hestitanly as he watched Kurt stare at his meal for a few moments. "Is it okay? Is there a hair in it? Oh my god, you're allergic to shellfish, aren't you?! You are. Oh my god, I'm so--"
Kurt's head whipped up and he quickly shook his head, offering Blaine a smile that he hoped was reassuring. "No, no. I'm not. Not at all. I'm allergic to coconut, and that's it. Sorry, I was... daydreaming. Forgive me?" He smiled again and then cleared his throat, finally picking up his fork to twist it into the pasta. "Lobster... I've never had it before. Here's hoping it lives up to the hype, huh? You really are spoiling me." Blaine was watching him now, to see if he was actually going to like it, so Kurt scooped the first forkful into his mouth, and there was no denying the absolute onslaught of flavours he was hit with. Shit, was it was amazing. There was an urge to stuff five more mouthfuls into his mouth then, but that really wouldn't be a good look. But he wanted more, he needed more, and this was definitely scoring more dating points for Blaine.
It was only when Kurt didn't seem to gag on the food that Blaine felt relieved enough to try his own meal. He really thought for a minute there he had fucked up, and he had been nervous about ordering for Kurt as it had been. Kurt had heard what he picked and hadn't protested though. No matter what, Blaine just didn't want to screw any of this up at all. On the contrary, he wanted to get it perfect and he wanted Kurt to know that it meant a lot to him that he wanted them to spend time together. He wanted to know more about him, and so far, he had gotten little snippets of facts about Kurt. Their conversation had really fallen into a tit-for-tat realm, but it was fun and they had laughed a lot whilst waiting for their meals to arrive. That was when the hitch came and for the first time since the start of the date, Blaine's nerves had flared back up inside him. Blaine licked his lips as he finished his first mouthful and then took a sip of his wine to wash it down. "It's good, yeah? It's a little bit of an acquired taste. I didn't even think about that when I ordered, so please don't feel you have to eat it if you don't like it. It's always been sort of a treat for me, even when I was young. I'm not a huge fan of seafood, but I love lobster. Coconut... I'll remember that," he added as an afterthought, tucking it away for (hopefully) future use.
"No, it's lovely. Fabulous choice, darling," Kurt reassured him and gave him another fond smile over the table, once again enjoying how Blaine's eyes sparkled in the candlelight. For the first time in his life, Kurt was overdosing on romance in reality, not just living vicariously through movies. Sitting here right now in Blaine's company, he found himself fantasising about doing this sort of thing on the regular, but it had to be way too premature for anything like that. So, why did it give him a little thrill when Blaine commented on remembering Kurt's coconut allergy? "I have a tiny little confession to make, but don't freak out or anything. It's not bad, more just... a little on the pathetic side. It might help you understand why, um, all this has caused me to be a little hesitant."
Thank god for that disclaimer, or Blaie was pretty sure he would have freaked out. Still, he, too, found himself gazing at Kurt in the candlelight and he was sure he could just sit here looking at him for hours. He was so beautiful, and it wasn't lost on Blaine that he had it bad for this guy. He didn't want it to be just one date. He wanted it to be a lot of dates, for a long time, and lots of other things together too. He watched Kurt's lips as he put his wine glass up to them and really, really wanted to know what it was like to kiss him. "You can tell me anything, you know," he murmured.
With that small statement, Kurt found himself really wanting to just open up to Blaine and tell him everything. He had never felt like that before, especially not someone he had only just met. He put his glass down again and then just with the tiniest hesitation, he put his hand down over Blaine's. Up to that point, all the instigation had been Blaine. Blaine had been the one to make all the moves, and even though Kurt seriously had no fucking clue what the hell he was really doing, he was willing to giv it a shot to follow instincts. "I haven't really... um, it's been a long time since I've done anything like this." Understatement of the century, clearly. "So, I don't want you to think that if I maybe freak out or seem like I'm hesitating, that it's because of you. You have been amazing, and I'm glad our paths crossed. All this is lovely and having you ask me out... well, it's been the nicest thing to happen to me in a long time. I just wanted you to know that."
Kurt's hand was so warm and soft, and Blaine wanted to wet his pants just from excitement at the tiny gesture. Even if he was inwardly leaping for joy like a teenager with a raging crush, outwardly, he kept his cool and just bit down on his lower lip around a smile as Kurt spoke. "I have a confession too," he replied with a laugh. "It's been a long time for me also. College has pretty much just been my life for the last few years, and that's okay, because I do love it. But there's always been that sense that it would be nice to have someone to share things with. Someone that isn't my best mate who uses all the toilet paper and makes fart jokes at every chance he can get," he added with a smirk. He brushed his thumb over the back of Kurt's hand, just showing him that the gesture was appreciated. More than. "Plus, I've always sort of wanted to find someone I have a connection with. I've done a lot of searching, just not really very much finding."
Kurt watched Blaine's face intently as he spoke, his eyes searching those big hazel ones. It was like he was reaching into Kurt's brain and stealing his thoughts and whilst it was faintly disconcerting, there was something comforting about it too. He waited a little longer before he took his hand away to pick up his fork again and smiled. "Well, I guess we can both appreciate the awkward moments that come with both being extremely rusty on the romance front, right? Not that I'm sure I buy you're tarnished in any way, because to be honest? You have been totally sweet with the gestures. In fact, I'm a little ashamed I've totally lacked in them myself. You took me by complete surprise and I haven't really found my feet."
Blaine laughed and shook his head. "No, no. Don't worry about anything like that. I'm the one who has been pushing you when you seemed reluctant about the whole thing. I should warn you on that front, I can be a bit of an accidental pain in the ass sometimes and really, if any of this has just been something you're not interested in, please don't feel like you can't tell me to piss off. I... don't want you to. You're really great company, Kurt, and it's still sort of blowing me away that we're on a date together. But the gestures... just putting up with my persistence, I think you deserve a medal," he said with another soft laugh. He pointed to Kurt's plate with his fork. "But it's good, yeah? I've always wanted to try this place. I've heard a lot of great things about it and it's living up to all of them..." Funny, it was exactly the same thing with Kurt, also. Blaine heard a lot about him from Puck, and Kurt was well living up to it all, and beyond. Even if it meant Blaine now found himself having a lot of extremely impure thoughts. "So... Puck tells me you were captain of the Cheerios."
Kurt was hooking back into his meal as Blaine spoke, and it was only when Blaine brought up the Cheerios that Kurt paused and realised how quickly he was ploughing through that dish. He was a good two-third through and Blaine had only taken a few mouthfuls. In fact, when Kurt paused, it was with another heavily-laden forkful poised near his lips and if he didn't put it into his mouth, he would lose his momentum and it would also probably drop off his fork inelegantly. Not that gorging on his food in the epitome of a desperate binge just to get through the meal was anywhere near elegance. It just tasted so good, but it was laden with calories, he just knew it. It was only when he paused that the guilt began to set in. Yes, he had been captain of the Cheerios, and now he wouldn't have a hope in hell of squeezing into the uniform because he so damn huge. The fork was stuffed into his mouth and then he put his fork down heavily to pick up his napkin from his lap and patted at the corners of his mouth. The food felt like it turned to sawdust on his tongue and made it a billion times harder to chew and swallow.
He gave a nod and forced the mouthful down with the effort it might take to eat a tennis ball and that was how it felt when it reached his throat. "Co-Captain," he corrected and was back to the wine to try and wash the taste of the food away. It was good, it was too good. "One of my best friends, Quinn, was captain with me. I joined when our Glee Club coach had his head so far up his ass and basically treated me like wallpaper. I got treated like wallpaper enough by my peers, I didn't need it from adults who were supposed to know better. So, I... found other avenues to do the things I enjoy." The story was being fabricated a little. Okay, a lot. Quinn basically blackmailed Kurt to stay on the team when she caught him in the bathrooms one day and the Cheerios just became a developed enjoyment to fill the gap of other things he was missing. "Which was performing, basically. Cheerleader wasn't the style of performing I wanted, but it was better than sitting at the back a Glee Club waving my hand and getting my ideas shot down in flames every time I opened my mouth." With this, Kurt was right back to shovelling his food into his mouth to make himself feel better. He didn't want to talk about that side of things with Blaine yet. He wasn't ready.
Blaine didn't notice anything was amiss. He just took it as Kurt enjoying his meal, and it helped Blaine relax to pick up the pace of his own eating. He made his way more steadily through his pasta, which was probably one of the nicest pasta dishes he ever had. But the bitterness around the edges of Kurt's tone was lost on him and he wiped his own mouth with his napkin once Kurt finished talking. "So, the Cheerios were just sort of a Plan B? You don't have to answer if you don't want to, but can I ask why you didn't go into performing if that was what you were passionate about? Puck says you're super talented with singing and dancing, and I figured if you had been in New Directions, you must have enjoyed it to be there by choice."
Kurt was beginning to feel like he had swallowed a brick. His eyes were lowered to the expensive linen tablecloth in contemplation of what he where he wanted to go with the direction of the conversation. First dates were no place for anything deep. "It just didn't happen," he said with a wry shrug and gave Blaine a smile. "Dreams don't always come to fruition, and my sexuality was quite the huge cockblock in Ohio, so to speak. As it was, I was a gay cheerleading captain and that got frowned upon by haters, but I was good at it, and my friends were on the team. There was a sense of belonging that I appreciated. Don't get me wrong, my chance for performing did come when Mr Schuester jumped the McKinley ship for Broadway and Holly picked up the reigns. She's my honourary big sister. Mentor. She helped me a lot and gave me chances in Glee I didn't have before, and now we're good friends. Fate just felt I wasn't destined to be a performer or something. Not that I'm sure I even believe in fate, mind you. Are you enjoying your pasta? I can tell you are. You've just got..." he trailed off with a laugh and picked up his napkin to reach over the table and carefully wipe the stray drop of sauce at the corner of Blaine's lips.
Blaine immediately flushed bright red and had to laugh too. "Oh my god, I'm like a Lady and the Tramp reject. Clearly, I'm not Disney movie material." He hastily wiped his mouth again with his own napkin once Kurt was done. "Is it gone now? But yes, I am enjoying it. I think it's the company more than anything, though. You're so easy to talk to. I feel like I could just get the worst case of verbal diarrhoea, but I have made enough of a dork of myself in front of you already. I think fate at least has a good case to argue, though. If I was a few seconds later in that cab, I wouldn't have seen you fall. So, for that, I'm glad that whatever caused me to look over at that moment did. How is the ankle, by the way? I thought if you were feeling okay, we could maybe go down onto the beach just a little after dinner and watch the stars? It's cold out, but it's a really clear night and there is part of the beach just a couple of blocks away that has a path down a good way to the water. The crutches would be a bitch in the sand. We can get a cab there. Only if you want to, I mean..."
"I was never into having dinner with dogs anyway. You're way more fun," Kurt joked, throwing Blaine a smirk. "My ankle has been been okay. At little sore if I'm on it too much, but nothing I can't handle. Sitting on the beach for a little while sounds lovely. The night is still young and maybe a little more talking won't do either of us any harm, right? Would you excuse me for a few minutes? I'll be right back." He grabbed his crutches and stood up, giving Blaine another smile. The meal was starting to taunt him from within and his small talk was getting stilted and distracted. It was all how much fat it was going to breed on him if he left it to just sit in that big heavy lump in his stomach. He should have ordered something light and he should have maintained complete control over it. He was fine if he had control. He felt guilty for eating, and he felt guilty for the expensive dish, but it was only expensive because it was full of bad things anyway. It was so good and tasted amazing, but it was too wrong.
He made it to the bathroom as quickly as he could on the crutches, relieved to find it completely empty. It was such a quick and easy process for him. The crutches were rested neatly against the side of the cubicle and he used some pieces of toilet paper to lift the seat up. He couldn't kneel with his ankle in the brace, so he just leaned over and as unpleasant as his part was, and never got any better, he closed his eyes and pushed two fingers to the back of his throat to trigger his sensitive gag reflex that came with a coughed retch, causing his eyes to water immediately.
Blaine watched Kurt as he left the table, unable to stop himself copping another perve on that damn fine ass. How could one ass be so perfect? He ate a little more of his dinner until he started to feel full and then rested his knife and fork together on the side of the place. He noticed Kurt had already done that, so he must have been finished too, and that was when Blaine's mind started to wander and kick into overdrive. The date was so nice and he was having a great time. He and Kurt had chatted so easily before they even thought to pick up a menu. But could it really be that easy? Why wasn't there some sort of catch? Why didn't Kurt automatically think he was a dick even when he was clearly showing dickish tendencies? Why hadn't he been grossed out when Blaine was sick out the cab door on the way home from the grocery store? There was so much for Blaine to think about, and all the date was doing was stirring even more of an attraction up inside him. But what if that wasn't reciprocated, and Kurt was just going to tell him thanks but no thanks at the end of the night?
It was just when Blaine managed to think himself into knots that he realised Kurt had been taking longer than standard for a pee. Or to powder his nose. Or whatever he was doing in the bathroom. He definitely headed in the directions of the bathroom. He waited about another minute before he was hastily taking his phone out of his jacket pocket and sending a text through to Puck. The conversation bounced back and forth for a little while, but he was beginning to get nervous that something was really wrong with Kurt... or maybe he had left. His jacket was still there hung over the back of his seat, though, and he didn't think Kurt was the sort to abandon a date like that. He would be upfront and tell Blaine he wasn't interested, right? Blaine felt his heart start to beat a little quicker in his chest and his eyes only left the exit towards the bathroom to answer Puck's texts. What if Kurt really was sick? Guilt twisted in Blaine's gut, and he knew if he was the one who took ill in a restaurant bathroom on a date, he would hope the guy would think to check on him. So, he set his napkin aside and pushed his chair back to get up and go check if Kurt was okay as soon as it hit the ten minute mark like Puck suggested... just in time to see Kurt came around the corner and start to make his way back to the table. Blaine heaved an obvious sigh of relief, but luckily Kurt was still too far away for him to see it.
In his haste, Kurt had managed to make a real mess of himself that time. His nail must have scraped against the back of his throat and caused him to bleed because he could taste a fair amount of blood, which just set the gagging and heaving into overdrive. It causd tears of exertion and it took some serious focus to stop himself retching, even once the half-digested food was well out of his system. Getting out to the sink to rinse his mouth, he had analysed himself in the mirror and looked atrocious. His neck and face were all blotchy and red from the strain, and his eyes were wet and bloodshot. There was no way he could have gone back out to Blaine like that. He shouldn't even be out in public looking like that. That was when another guy came into use the facility, and he actually asked if Kurt was okay, telling him it looked like he was having an allergic reaction to something. Now there was a novel excuse, and Kurt latched onto it immediately, placating the kind elderly gentleman that he was just waiting for the antihistamine to kick in. He washed his face with cold water and pressed wet towels to his eyes to reduce the redness. He was panicked, worrying Blaine would come in here at any moment, but after the usual routine of mouthwash and sanitizer, Kurt was pretty sure he could pull his appearance off in the soft candlelight.
He sat back down, grabbing the crutches in both hands so he could lay them on the floor beside him again and threw Blaine a smile. "Sorry about that. There was a serious line up back there. I let a guy in front of me in case I held him up with the crutches. Did I miss anything exciting?" he teased, keeping his voice calm, even if it was coming out a bit scratchy now from whatever he had done to the back of his throat. He coughed and then took a sip of his wine. "The heating in here is drying me out a little. They took the plates... was I really that long? I'm so sorry."
"No, no. It's okay. I hardly even noticed." Blaine could bullshit a little, right? He looked over Kurt's face, making sure he was okay, but tried to be as discreet as he could about it. He looked a little flushed, but it was true the heating was a tad on the oppressive side. Probably to get diners to buy more drinks. He held up the dessert menu. "I was just wondering if you wanted to order dessert. There are some amazing things in here, it's taking all my effort not to drool down my front," he laughed and handed the menu to Kurt to see te delectable offerings.
Kurt's stomach twisted and roiled as soon as he read the first line. It was like some invisible hand reached out and grabbed him by the throat with a nasty hiss of 'FAT!' and he swallowed, his own mouth salivating for an entirely different reason to Blaine's. "You know, I'm really quite full. All these things look so extravagant, I don't think I could fit it in. I wouldn't want to... to waste anything." Hello, guilt. You're back again. He handed the menu back with a small smile. "But you go ahead. You didn't eat as much as I did. What's your favourite? Something chocolatey?"
Biting on his lip in thought, Blaine took the menu back. He didn't really want to indulge without Kurt, and he was more on the full side himself. It was always the way when he had alcohol with his meal because he wasn't a big drinker. In fact, he was a total lightweight, but that wasn't something he needed Kurt to witness yet. "Actually, I love strawberry. Strawberry icecream with waffles if m favourite. Not that I hate chocolate. Don't get me wrong. I probably eat way too many sweet things, but the sugar gets me through college right along with coffee. I'll tell you what. How about we skip dessert here and get ice cream at the beach? As nice as this all is, I can't deny being a good old fashioned guy deep down. I'll probably just regret eating any of this anyway."
Ice cream at the beach sounded so fun and innocent, and Kurt got another of those glimpses of how sweet Blaine really was. It was the middle of winter, but it still sounded like it might be nice. "How about we share?" he suggested, claiming back that control with a grin. Two birds, one stone and all that jazz. "And I'll even let you pick strawberry if we can get sprinkles."
Of course Blaine just beamed at Kurt in return with an enthusiastic nod. "It sounds like we have a date," he replied and held his hand up to get the check. There was a little bit of a process with the bill, especially when Blaine insisted on paying the whole amount and wouldn't hear of going Dutch ('I asked YOU out, it's only fair'). Then he helped Kurt put his jacket back on, making sure he was steady on the crutches afterwards, and Kurt indulged in another sniff of his rose. It was so romantic and yes, he was going to bask in that for as long as he could. It was just as they were heading to the door and passing a row of tables that - with a small gasp of shock - Kurt's eyes landed on a very familiar blonde head at one of the tables as he approached. Holly! Holly had freaking been at the restaurant during Kurt's whole date, and he immediately hesitated near her table, shooting a Death Bitchpls Glare. And who the hell was the guy with her?! Kurt's blue eyes turned to him, flashing a little and if looks could kill, the guy would definitely be at least maimed by this point. What the fuck?!
That was when Blaine turned around again with another one of his amazing smiles, asking Kurt if he was okay. Kurt could stop and bitch Holly out, sure, but Blaine was all being a sweetheart again and Kurt nodded in reassurance, only to still have Blaine come to his side and wrap a secure arm around Kurt's waist... reminiscent of the day they met. Thoughts of Holly flew out of Kurt's brain as they passed her table and Kurt gave Blaine a fond smile. No. Whatever Holly's reasoning for being in that restaurant the one night of Kurt's first date, it would have to wait. Right then, Kurt was willing to submit that he only had eyes for Blaine, and maybe... just maybe... despite the apprehension, he was willing to admit the date was a wonderful success...
RP LOG, PART ONE