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posted 1 year ago

A Romantic Evening || Klaine

mynameis-blaine:

Following Kurt into the restaurant, Blaine couldn’t help but star at the older boy. It had felt like he needed to do so for the next few weeks. Soon Kurt would be off to New York and Blaine would only have pictures and his memory to keep him going until Kurt came home for holidays. It was a sad thought; being alone in Lima, but he knew he would have to live with it. If only for a year. 

As the hostess seated them, Blaine smiled graciously and thanked her, feeling his heart warm at the sight of her seemingly enjoy Kurt and his interactions. It wasn’t something they came across often. As they sat, Blaine picked up a menu and began browsing through it, stomach already rumbling for the smells surrounding them already. Looking up from his menu, he noticed Kurt’s hand and then heard the other boy speaking to him. As Kurt spoke, Blaine felt his stomach flip. No matter how much they said it to each other, Blaine would never get tired of hearing Kurt saying those three words. 

“I love you too.” Blaine reached across the table and squeezed Kurt’s hand, eyes soft. “This was an amazing idea you know. Getting out of Lima? I feel like we can actually be us here. You know?” he added.  Bringing their joined hands up to his lips, Blaine pecked Kurt’s knuckles and let their hands rest on the table once more. Using once hand to look through the menu, he tried his best to concentrate but it was almost impossible. “Is it cheesy to say that your beauty in this lighting is distracting me, because it’s true.” Blaine voiced, smiling shyly as he realized just how cliche it all sounded.

Kurt’s insides felt like melted butter, rich and languid, cozy in the dim lighting and Blaine’s loving gaze.  His chest felt three sizes to small for the size of his heart, fluttering pleasantly behind his chest.  Hearing Blaine confirm his love for Kurt was all Kurt thought he’d ever need.  After a month without those words was a month too long.  Kurt felt a dark blush begin settling high on his cheeks as Blaine’s lips brushed his knuckles.  He hid his face behind his menu and glance briefly at a few of the dishes before Blaine was talking again.  The heat in Kurt’s insides doubled, a shy smile spreading across his face.

"Blaine…" Kurt managed, his voice low.  They locked eyes, sky blue and honey drenched tea, and Kurt’s blush darkened.  "You’re the cheesiest person I know, Mr. Anderson.  I’m surprised mice don’t follow you around."  He giggled a bit, quickly glancing to the menu and picking the first thing that caught his eye and setting it down so he could trap Blaine’s hand that held his between his palms.  "It’ll be like this all the time in New York, you know.  Maybe a few slurs here and there, but not like it is in Lima."

Kurt knew the subject of New York was a bit touchy.  In a way, he sometimes wondered if he was just assuming Blaine would want to come with him.  Truth me told, Kurt didn’t know what he would do if he was faced with the choice between New York and Blaine.  Sure he didn’t have NYADA, but New York City was New York City no matter what college Kurt was attending.  He wondered, though, how lonely it would be without Blaine there as well.

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A Romantic Evening || Klaine

mynameis-blaine:

Blaine followed Kurt to his car, all the while pouting when Kurt wouldn’t spill his secrets. He sighed, knowing that it wouldn’t be long before he saw they would be going for himself. It would be worth it, he knew that, anything kurt did for him was worth it. “You look pretty handsome yourself” Blaine winked, turning his head to kiss the corner of kurt’s mouth before climbing into the car and thanking the boy. When Kurt handed him the iPod, Blaine went straight for the T’s, picking a song and setting the device down. 

Smirking over at Kurt, he winked again, beginning to belt out the song slowing from the stereos. “You think I’m pretty with out any make-up on. You think I’m funny, when i tell the punchline wrong…” He continued singing, alternating from gazing over at his boyfriend to looking out the window, trying to figure out where they were going. Quite a few more Katy Perry songs later, they pulled up to a restaurant. Blaine was jumping up and down excitedly at the prospect of finally figure out what Kurt’s plan was. 

“Well,” he started, “I hope you enjoyed the music stylings of Blaine Anderson on your ride here. I’ll be with you all night.” he chuckled, opening his door and walking around the hood, opening the driver side door for Kurt before he had the chance to get it himself. Blaine turned away after Kurt got out of the car and looked over the exterior of the place. “It’s cute. I love it already.” he admitted, wrapping his arm around the taller boy’s waist. they may have still been in Ohio but it wasn’t Lima, so Blaine was willing to take the risk. It was their night out after all. “C’mon, I smell food!” Blaine urged, pulling kurt towards the entrance. 

Kurt couldn’t help but let out a loud laugh at Blaine’s music choice.  It brought butterflies to his stomach and made his heart swoop the same way it did when Blaine had first sung it to him the day they met.  He didn’t particularly care for Katy Perry’s version, and yes, maybe he was a bit biased, but the way Blaine sung the song held so much more energy and enthusiasm that Kurt’s smile didn’t seem to want to leave his face the entire car ride.  

As Blaine opened his door for him, Kurt sent him a dry glare and made sure to nudge Blaine’s ribs before he pulled Blaine closer and lead him to the glass doors.  ”I looked up some pictures online and it looked interesting… definitely a few steps up from Breadsticks.”  Kurt made a face and opened the door, letting Blaine through first before following him in, keeping close to Blaine’s side.  A hostess waited behind a dark wood podium, dressed in all black with her hair pulled up tightly like the Cheerios.  She smiled warmly at them and asked if they had reservations.  Inwardly, Kurt let out a sigh of relief.  He was hoping the service would be friendly enough and wouldn’t send them glares every time they caught Kurt and Blaine holding hands.  Kurt gave her his name and she quickly led them to a private table set for two tucked into a corner.

The lighting was dim, but not dark.  A slightly tacky candle holder cast warm colors across the white tablecloth, making the tips of the silverware poking out of the rolled cloths sparkle.  Kurt managed to beat Blaine to holding out chairs and made a grand gesture towards the seat of Blaine’s chair.  ”For you, sir,” he teased, noting that the hostess was watching them with her head tilted, looking as though she would “aww” loudly if it wouldn’t get her scolded by her manager.  She handed them menus when they were both seated, leaving them to look over their options. Kurt set his down, locking eyes with Blaine and reaching out his hand.  ”I love this. I love going on dates with you.  I love taking you out.  I love you.”

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A Romantic Evening || Klaine

mynameis-blaine:

Blaine was thankful for the quite weeks that had passed by. After everything that had happened the month before, he enjoyed the peace and quite. Of course it wasn’t all peace. His parents had chose the recent weeks to take a break from their rigorous traveling and actually attempt to be parents, though it didn’t last long, much to Blaine’s relief. So all in all the past few weeks had been calming for him. He was happy that Kurt had welcomed him back with open arms, even after confessing what he and Sebastian had done, his boyfriend still loved him. It warmed him to the core knowing that Kurt was so understanding, Blaine couldn’t believe he was so lucky to find someone like the older boy.

Blaine had spent the entire day with thoughts of the night to come flying around in his head. He was excited to figure out what Kurt had planned for them, seeing as he was so keen on keeping it secret. It was probably the longest day of Blaine’s life, up until then of course. It had hit him recently that they hadn’t actually gone on a date since before the accident, and that just wasn’t acceptable. It was nice spending time curled up with Kurt watching a movie or just talking about things, but the thought of having a romantic date once in a while was too exciting to throw away, especially with Kurt asking if Blaine’s house would be empty.

Spending about an hour after he got home making sure that he looked amazing for Kurt, Blaine finally deemed his outfit perfect: tight black jeans paired with a white button up and a simple dark blue bow tie. Next was his hair, Blaine had been trying to experiment with ways to style his hair, trying to get away from the slicked back look he always wore. He managed to use just enough to tame his curls but still leave some volume in the front. Happy with his work, Blaine was finally ready. Just in time to hear the doorbell ring.

Grinning widely, Blaine almost skipped down the stairs, eager to not only see his boyfriend but to finally figure out where they would be going and what they would be doing. Skidding to a halt in front of the door, Blaine straightened his clothes and checked his breath before opening the door to reveal Kurt standing on the other side. Blaine didn’t wait to pull Kurt into a tight hug, breathing in the other boy’s natural cologne of sorts. Pulling away after a few minutes, he grabbed his wallet, phone and slipped on his shoes. Taking Kurt’s hand in his own, Blaine jumped up and down excitedly. “So, where are we going?”

Kurt barely got a look at his boyfriend before he was being pulled into a snug embrace.  Laughing, Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine and held him securely, burying his face in Blaine’s hair, glad it wasn’t as full of as much gel as usual.  Not that he didn’t love Blaine’s hair normally, but it was nice to see a change that looked a bit more natural.  As Blaine pulled away, Kurt followed him into the house and clasped his hands behind his back.

"Hello to you too," he joked, voice breathless.  Kurt took a moment to appreciate Blaine’s outfit and how well it fit his body.  His shoulders looked wider, slim waist trim.  Perhaps he was objectifying his boyfriend a bit, but Kurt really couldn’t bring himself to care.  Blaine was gorgeous.  "You look nice," Kurt told him, smirking a bit.

As they headed back out to his car, Kurt’s smirk widened and he chuckled.  ”You’ll find out when we get there.  For now, you can pick the music, just because I love you so much,” Kurt teased, opening Blaine’s car door for him and kissing his cheek. When they were both seated in the car, he handed Blaine his iPod and started the car.  Kurt was glad the directions were fairly simple, and in thirty minutes he was parking the car in front of a cozy looking restaurant with a sign out front reading Rossilli’s.  

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To answer everyone’s question…

broadway-dreamer-rachel:

I GOT IN!!!!!!

I told you you would.

And guess who’s tagging along to New York with you who may or may not have just opened a letter from NYADA congratulating him on making it in?

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A Romantic Evening || Klaine

Now that the drama of Blaine’s accident and memory loss was resolved, Lima was  perhaps the most boring town in all of Ohio, if not the entire Midwest.  It was wonderful to have Blaine back, of course, like a gigantic weight was being lifted off of Kurt’s shoulders.  Yet, it left them all in a tired state, wondering what was going to come next and how to move on now that things were settling down.  So, to spice things up and maybe manage to bring he and Blaine that much closer, Kurt planned a date night.  A very detailed and well planned date night.  

Kurt did his research, finding a nice restaurant that was just on the edge of pricey and far away from Lima without being an obnoxiously long drive.  He settled on going to Findlay, a town about half an hour North East of Lima.  He got directions to a promising looking restaurant and made reservations even before he’d asked Blaine, which in hindsight was probably a bit presumptuous, but Blaine had agreed to go with him and everything seemed to be falling into place.  

Later, Kurt made a trip to the store, stocking up on things for later in the night and piling them in a canvas bag he hid in the backseat of his car for after dinner.  He packed an overnight bag and tried not to assume that what happened the last time he’d stayed over at Blaine’s house would happen again.  That area was still a little touchy, especially considering how far he and Sebastian had gone before.  Kurt wanted to respect Blaine on that front, but he still wanted to be close to him.  No matter where the night took them, Kurt wanted to try his hardest to keep it romantic and simple and open to any possibility that Blaine was comfortable with.

The night of the date, Kurt spent far too long making sure he looked perfect.  He wore tight black pants that were flattering and simple paired with a long forest green cardigan with two rows of buttons and oversized pockets.  After checking his appearance in the mirror five times over and triple checking he had everything, he kissed Carole’s cheek goodbye and quickly drove to Blaine’s house.  As he walked to the front door, Kurt rolled his shoulders and tried to discreetly check his breath before ringing the doorbell and waiting for Blaine.

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broadway-dreamer-rachel asked: "I'm opening my letter today. I can't wait any longer and I need to know before the anticipation kills me."

I told you to just come to my room, silly.  If you’re opening yours, I’m opening mine.  My fingers are crossed!

posted 1 year ago

sebastiann-smythe:

Thank god for that. I wasn’t sure of the polite way of rejecting somebody in your wood-nymph culture. 

I’m sorry your ego managed to make you think I’d even be remotely interested in the meerkat species.  I’m not into bestiality.  

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sebastiann-smythe:

Coming onto me, Hummel?

That is a horrifying thought, Mr. Smythe.

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