The rain began to pour on the windshield of Blaine's 69 Chevy. The windshield wipers whooshed back and forth, frantically. This precipitation had been the reason why they decided to go to the movies. But Kurt didn't think that it'd get this bad. It was drizzling when they left Dalton to head to Rave Motions Pictures. Kurt bit his lip as he saw the many puddles outside. He'd rather not get his boots wet, although that couldn't be helped what with the ground being so moist. He'll just have to avoid those puddles with the best of his ability.
Blaine parked the car in the spot closest to the entrance. That had been, like, nine cars down. It was to be expected on a rainy day that the movies became a hotspot. "Excuse me." Blaine softly told Kurt, who leaned back in his chair, and sat up straight with his fingers fiddling on his lap. Blaine smiled. It was a nervous habit of Kurt's that Blaine had become very fond of. He reached over Kurt to retrieve his blue umbrella from the glove compartment. "Wait until I open the door on your side." He told Kurt before exiting the car.
Something in Kurt's stomach pulsated. Needless to say that he was anxious. This was their first date. Sure, they had gone out plenty of times before, but this was different. This was more intimate. It was a whole different feel than simply being friends with Blaine. They were boyfriends and that thought made Kurt excited in a horribly good way. Dating was a brand new territory for him and past experiences with Finn and Sam made him want to be extra careful.
Blaine opened the door, startling Kurt out of his thoughts. Kurt looked up at Blaine, who held his hand out. Several flames ignited in places Kurt overlooked. His lungs malfunctioned, and his brain short-circuited. Blaine was too handsome to take. His curly brown hair was gelled down and parted as it usually was. He wore dark Levy jeans with a red top, and brown shoes. Calvin Klein's Obsession radiated off his body.
Kurt wondered how a wonderful guy like this came into his life, and he was grateful to the coincidence that brought them together.
Blaine grasped onto Kurt's soft hand. He closed the door, making sure to keep the umbrella over both of them, knowing how touchy Kurt was about his hair. To ensure this, he held Kurt close. A smile spread across his face. Blaine didn't remember a time when he was that frivolous and happy. He glanced at Kurt, who had to be the most beautiful human that ever existed. He wore a blue top that complemented his eyes perfectly, white pants, and black boots. His chestnut-colored hair swept to the side as it always did, and it had a nice scent of hairspray.
They walked in unison until they reached the doors. Blaine sealed up his umbrella, and shook some water off of it. He proceeded to put the handle on the crook of his arm so that he could open the door for Kurt. "After you." Blaine motioned his hand towards the door.
Kurt beamed at him. "Why, thank you." He walked inside, Blaine following. They took their place in line. It wasn't long before it was their turn to pay.
"Two tickets for Beastly, please." Blaine told the lady behind the glass. He took out his wallet. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kurt do the same. Blaine put a hand over Kurt's to stop him. "This is all on me." He insisted, exchanging money for the tickets.
Kurt took the ticket Blaine handed him with a quiet thank you. He knew that he should be grateful. But he wasn't. He was piqued, though he couldn't understand why. Kurt was on a date with the boy he's been in love with for forever. Then he became even more annoyed when they stepped towards the candy counter. Kurt grimaced, looking at all of the rectangular boxes that were neatly stacked, and all of the popcorn, and the soda machine that probably contained enough sugar to fill an in-ground pool.
"I'll have a large popcorn with one large Sprite and two packs of Goobers." Blaine ordered. He smiled at Kurt and laughed at his disgusted expression. Blaine was well aware of Kurt's devotion to eating healthy. Whenever they went to Breadstix, he'd read the menu, and check the calories, meticulously selecting his food. He'd even ask the waiter about the calories and such. Most looked at Kurt like he spoke French. It was funny how Kurt knew their menu better than they did. And Blaine respected that. Hell, he adored it. However, he wanted Kurt to loosen up.
After Blaine paid for his ridiculous amount of food, they headed to the theater. The lights were dim, slow music was playing, and a pink hue hung above the screen.
Blaine relished in the romantic feel as they took walked to a row in the back. He set the drink in the cup holder, and sat down in such a causal manner. Meanwhile, Kurt sat down in a more dainty fashion, proceeding to cross his legs afterwards. Blaine watched Kurt's slow and elegant movements, entranced. It was as if he were sitting next to royalty.
Kurt saw Blaine put two straws in the bubbly beverage. The action sucked the breath out of him. Blaine, being the romantic that he was, wanted them to share a drink. It was a sweet gesture. Perhaps way too sweet. Then Blaine handed him a pack of Goobers. Kurt blinked, and flipped it over to read the nutritional facts. His eyes bulged.
Blaine noted Kurt scrutinizing the box. "All right, what's with the face?" He smiled, thinking that Kurt was making that face to be funny.
"Are you trying to make me fat?" Kurt asked.
Blaine laughed. Kurt didn't. Blaine's laughter died down. He wasn't joking. Blaine smiled, nervously. "What do you mean?"
"Blaine, this has 200 calories." Kurt gave him a pointed look, holding up the inanely-named candy. Then he indicated the popcorn that was on Blaine's lap. "And that has to have at least 650 calories, 1000 at most, and enough butter to put on at least 50 slices of bread."
"Oh, come on, Kurt. It won't kill you." Blaine tried.
"I politely decline. I refuse to eat anything that'll compromise the size of my thighs."
"Your thighs will be fine. Now, come on, have some."
"No, Blaine." Kurt responded, turning away. In that moment, he knew what was wrong. He loved Blaine. But he despised how Blaine went to any length to spoil him rotten.
Blaine figured that there was more to this than the junk food. "Kurt, please tell me what's wrong." He implored. Blaine didn't want their first date to be like this.
A deep breath escaped Kurt's lips. He turned back to Blaine, who looked worried. Kurt was guilty for making Blaine this uneasy. But he couldn't help how he felt. "Look, Blaine, you're wonderful, you really are, but there are times when you're a bit too wonderful."
Blaine blinked. He was confused and anxious about what those words meant. "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is that I don't want to be the only one being treated in this relationship. I'm not saying that I don't appreciate you treating me. I do. I really do. But it makes me feel…I don't know…helpless to have you paying for everything all the time."
"You know that I don't mean for you to feel like that. I wanted to make you feel special since you are so special to me."
Blaine's gentle words and gaze made Kurt melt. "I know, and you did. Make me feel special, I mean, but I want to be able to treat you too."
Blaine put a hand over the one Kurt had on his lap. He understood what Kurt meant. They were equals and as such should share the money-spending responsibilities. "You could pay next time, ok?"
Kurt flushed. His heart pitter-pattered at the fact that there was a next time. He nodded. Blaine held his gaze with those captivating hazel eyes that held such warmth; a warmth that was reserved for Kurt only. Then he saw those eyes look down at his lips. A bolt of electricity passed through him. Kurt noticed how Blaine's mouth parted, and how his eyes searched his, and then he set the popcorn down on the floor. Blaine proceeded to lean over. Kurt's heart stopped in the most thrilling way.
Blaine pressed his lips to Kurt's. At first, it was a feather of a touch that tickled his mouth. Slowly, he pressed his lips more firmly on Kurt's. They were soft as Blaine had suspected. Just like the first time they kissed. Blaine smiled into the kiss. Kurt's breath smelt of mint, and his skin reeked of pomegranate.
By the time they pulled away, Kurt was out of breath. He opened his eyes to catch sight of a few people sitting a couple of rows in front of them. Some were staring. Whether it be in amazement or disgust, Kurt couldn't deduct. He looked down, blushing in embarrassment.
It wasn't long before the theater darkened. Everyone focused on the opening credits. As Kurt watched, Blaine threaded their fingers together. The light on the screen lit up Blaine's smiling face. Kurt smiled back, and squeezed his boyfriend's hand.
They couldn't ask for a better first date.
A/N: I know this was originally supposed to be a series of stories, but I'm up to my neck in stories right now. So I don't want to add another one on top of the stack. But not to worry. I'm going to apply what I was going to add into other stories, and there are many Klaine stories on the way. So stay tuned for those!
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