I don't own Glee or Disney or anything else subject to copyright that I have inadvertently mentioned in this chapter.
And I repeat my assertion from the previous chapter: I'm awful with technology, so more vague writing from me :)
Oh, and I'm not sure if you get Pringles in America...I went with them anyway. And Kurt's Pringle preferences are my own :D
I guess there's a slight spoiler for Marley and Me here, but everyone freakin' knows how that film ends. And no, I've not seen it.
Fifteen minutes after leaving the choir room, Kurt had established that there was nothing edible left for dinner and was knocking on Blaine's door, having given up on the idea of eating a proper meal all together. Blaine opened the door mid-kock and greeted Kurt with a quick hug.
"Hey, I missed you at dinner," he said as Kurt entered the room and sat down on Blaine's bed, shucking off his shoes as he did so.
"I told you, David wanted to meet me in the choir room," Kurt said, curling himself into a ball against the headboard. "Hi Cameron." He waved to Blaine's room mate, who was gathering a few things together in a bag.
"Aren't you going to join us?"
Blaine chuckled under his breath as Cameron shook his head. "No, I'm going to leave you two to it. Disney movies make me want to hurl, and I'm going home this weekend anyway." He gestured out of the window. "My dad's waiting for me."
Kurt just said, "Oh."
"OK, I'll see you guys on Monday," Cameron said, standing in the doorway. "Keep it PG, all right?"
Blaine blushed scarlet to the roots of his hair. "Bye Cameron, have a nice weekend," he said loudly, closing the door in his face.
"I'm sorry about him," Blaine said, turning to Kurt, who was also blushing and carefully studying his shoes. "What did David want, anyway?"
Kurt appreciated the attempt to change the subject. "Oh, nothing really," he said, "just some crazy plan he and Wes had concocted."
Blaine, who had been unplugging various leads and cables from his laptop, looked up sharply. They wouldn't...he thought; but he was interrupted by Kurt asking if he had any food.
"Yeah, I'm sure there's something in the drawer in my desk," Blaine said as he positioned his laptop at the end of his bed. Kurt jumped up and rummaged through the drawer. Two bags of popcorn landed on the pillow, and a packet of Redvines hit Blaine on the back of the head.
"What was tha...oh," he said, looking down at the packet, now lying on the floor. He picked it up. "You know me too well."
"I didn't mean to hit you," Kurt mumbled around a mouthful of marshmallows.
"I know you didn't," Blaine replied. "What did you have for dinner, anyway? I thought you didn't eat marshmallows?"
"I don't, and I didn't."
"You didn't have any dinner?" Blaine asked, looking concerned.
Kurt shook his head. "By the time I'd finished speaking with our dear Head Warbler and his minions, the only thing they had left was some shepherd's pie that looked like it had already been eaten and then thrown back up." Kurt wrinkled his nose, still chewing marshmallows; and Blaine matched his expression, shuddering slightly.
"I don't blame you for passing on that pne, but if you're going to stuff your face with junk food -"
"- then at least make it something substantial," Blaine finished, grinning at Kurt's outraged expression. He reached up to the shelf above his bed and pulled down a tube of Pringles.
"Here," he said, throwing it to Kurt. "Sour Cream and Chive, your favourite."
"You're an angel," Kurt said, beaming at Blaine as he opened the tube and popped one in his mouth. "Any other time, I would be worrying about what this was doing to my skin, but right now I'm so hungry I don't actually care."
Blaine gaped at him open-mouthed in mock wonder. "It's a miracle..."
"Shut up, you," Kurt said, swatting playfully at Blaine's arm.
How did I manage to do that? he thought, flushing slightly.
Blaine didn't seem to notice Kurt's discomfort. He just smiled and widened his eyes appeallingly. "Don't be mean. Just hurry up and pick a film," he said, settling himself on the bed, sitting upright with his back resting against the headboard and his legs stretched out in front of him.
Kurt sat down next to him in the same manner, so close that the sides of their bodies were pressed together. "What have you got for me?" he asked.
Don't think about how that sounds like an innuendo! he screamed inside his head.
"You know what films I've got." Blaine pulled a box full of DVDs out from under his bed. "Exactly the same ones that I had last weekend, and the weekend before that, and - well, you get the picture," he said, sounding calm and collected like always. On the inside, however, he was desperately threatening himself with violence should he say anything to make Kurt's question into an innuendo.
That would make him uncomfortable and then you'll get uncomfortable and you won't be able to ask him out, he told himself sternly as Kurt started to rifle through the DVDs in the box.
"Ummm..." Kurt hesitated, pressing a finger against his chin. "Aladdin, if that's all right. I was kind of hoping you'd have Mulan, I haven't seen that in ages."
"I have got Mulan," Blaine said, slotting the disc into the computer, "but my mom wanted to borrow it, she was going to lend it to my aunt for my cousin Katie's birthday party." He shrugged and lent back against the pillows.
"Oh, well, in that case, I think we can cope for now. It's for a good cause, after all," Kurt said as the film started to play.
They both say back against the headboard and watched, sharing the popcorn and munching their way through the tube of Pringles, fighting good naturedly over the last one before carefully splitting it in half and sharing it. They sang along with every song, word perfect; and spent so much time laughing at each other's impressions of the Genie that they missed huge chunks of the film, but they both knew the story so well it didn't really matter.
As the credits began to roll across the screen, Kurt scooted forwards and took the DVD out of the laptop, slipping it back into the case and replacing it in the box. He turned back to Blaine, preparing to make some catty comment about how Princess Jasmine should really have stuck to turquoise, but found that Blaine was staring at him intently, a serious expression in his hazel eyes. Kurt felt his face flush and looked away, ducking his head and scrambling off of the bed, sending the empty tube of Pringles clattering to the floor.
"I'd, uh, better get going," Kurt said quickly. "They'll be doing room checks in a bit, and I'll get detention if I get written up again."
Blaine, who had crossed the room after Kurt, gripped his shoulders gently. "Kurt, it's only quarter to eight. Curfew's not for a couple of hours," he said. "What's the matter? I didn't scare you, did I? I'm really sorr-"
Kurt held up a hand to stop his apology. "No, it's not that. It's just, I was planning on asking you something important, but I got nervous and now I'm not sure if I can," he said all in a rush, as if the words were burning his mouth. "And now Wes and the others are going to be so disappointed, I told them I would ask you..." He trailed off, biting his lip.
Whilst Kurt had been speaking, several things had clicked together in Blaine's mind.
"What were you going to ask me?" he asked, to verify his theory.
Kurt lowered his gaze to the floor and mumbled something that Blaine didn't understand.
"Kurt, sweetie," (Sweetie? Where the hell did that come from?), "you're going to have to speak up, I can't hear you."
"I was...going to ask you if you wanted...wanted to go out with me tomorrow night," Kurt said in a slightly louder, but still barely audible, voice (don't read anything into the 'sweetie', he's just being nice!). "So, if you could just say no nice and quickly, I'll be going back to my own to, I don't know, cry and talk to Mercedes for a couple of hours or something."
Blaine felt his face break into a wide smile. "I'm not going to say no, silly," he said softly.
"You're not?" Kurt sounded hopeful, but he looked carefully impassive, trying not to betray any emotion.
"No, I'm not. We'll sort out details later, but first, I was wondering: did Wes and David persuade you to ask me out through the medium of PowerPoint presentations?"
Kurt looked shocked. "How did you know that?" he asked.
"They...did the same with me," Blaine said. "And, actually, I was going to ask you if you wanted to go out tomorrow night."
Kurt bit his lip to keep from smiling, but was unsuccessful. "Those two..."
"I know," Blaine said, shaking his head. "How they expected us not to realise, I don't know."
"For the record," said an amused-sounding voice from the doorway, "we knew you'd figure it out; but we also knew you wouldn't figure it out until you'd agreed to go out together, and then you'd both be too happy to be mad at us."
"You wanna bet?" Blaine asked, as he and Kurt turned to see Wes and David standing in the hall outside, peering round the door.
Kurt laid a placating hand on Blaine's arm. "We do kind of owe them," he murmured.
"Thank you, Kurt," David said, smiling.
"I guess," Blaine said a little petulantly, but Kurt could see that he was trying not to smile. "Thanks guys."
"You're welcome," they replied graciously. Well, David was gracious; Wes was knocking on the door opposite, grinning evilly.
Nick and Jeff opened the door and peered at Wes around it.
"Guess who has a date tomorrow night?" Wes asked them. Their faces immediately broke into wide smiles and they pushed past Wes, joining David in the doorway of Blaine's room.
"Did it work?" Jeff asked.
"Who asked who?" Nick wondered.
Blaine chuckled at their eager tones, and said, "Yes, it did, and Kurt asked me."
"Though Blaine was going to ask me," Kurt added. "We're going out tomorrow night."
"And guess who's going with them," Wes sing-songed.
Nick and Jeff shared a look, as did Kurt and Blaine.
"We're not doubling on a first date," they all said together, before bursting out laughing.
"But if you don't, how will we know if you actually go on the date or not?" Wes asked, folding his arms.
Blaine looked at Kurt and took his hand. "I don't think you need to worry about us," he said. "This has been along time coming -"
"Don't we know it," Wes muttered.
" -And I'm not backing out now," Blaine said, glaring at Wes.
Nick mimicked Blaine's movements, taking Jeff's hand in his own. "I've just realised what a good thing I've got here. I'm not letting him go anytime soon."
Kurt and Jeff smiled at each other, sharing a look that said 'we're so lucky to have those two'. Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand and left it at that; but Jeff leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to Nick's cheek, whispering "Thank you" in his ear.
Wes, watching these exchanges, wiped away a few tears. "David," he whispered, "I'm so proud. Aren't they sweet?"
David rolled his eyes. "Come on, proud mama," he said, waving goodbye to the other four and pulling Wes off down the hall.
Nick and Jeff said goodnight as well, disappearing back into their room, still holding hands; but Kurt and Blaine stayed where they were, watching David and Wes stumble down the hall together.
"You know," Kurt said thoughtfully, "I never would have pegged Wes as the emotional one."
Blaine chuckled and Kurt couldn't help smiling at the sound. "You should see him when he watches Marley and Me: complete. Wreck."
"Remind me to spend tomorrow organising a Warblers film night, so I can torture him with films about animals that die at the end."
"Whilst I completely approve of that plan," Blaine said, "I should point out that you won't have time tomorrow."
"And why would that be? Dinner won't last all day." Kurt couldn't conceal a smirk as he realised what Blaine was getting at.
"Oh, there are plenty of things we can do before that. Why don't I show you?" Blaine asked, pulling Kurt back into his room and closing the door with a click.
...And then they watch Cinderella or something. Not at all where your mind is going, no sir.
Because my mind wasn't going there too. No way ;)
Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this soupcon of insanity :)
Hugs and butterfly kisses,