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Our little sweetiepies on a blind date
“Boy! Quit dragging your feet! You’re going to be late,” Mercedes practically dragged Kurt down the New York sidewalk. It was the middle of the afternoon. Mercedes, against Kurt’s requests, had set Kurt up on a blind date and was dragging him to the coffee shop they agreed upon. Kurt had never been on a date. Living in Ohio and going to a slightly homophobic school, there were not a lot of opportunities for Kurt in the dating department. Now in New York, he still hadn’t been on a date or showed interest in anybody. That’s when Mercedes finally announced that Kurt was going to meet a guy named Blaine for a blind date.
“Pull my arm off why don’t you?” Kurt snapped in his diva voice. Mercedes rolled her arms and linked her arm around Kurt’s.
“Quit your bitching. You’re going to love Blaine. He is hot, smart, hot, loves broadway, hot, and he owns all previous issues of Vogue since he was in high school, did I mention hot?” Mercedes bragged. Kurt just gave a small smile as they reached the coffee shop. Mercedes was about to walk into the building when Kurt had yanked his arm from her grasp. “What the hell?”
“I don’t know about this Mercedes. I mean me on a blind date…maybe this wasn’t a good idea…” Kurt rambled. It wasn’t often he was nervous about a date but then again, this was his first ever blind date. Mercedes gave a warm smile and walked in front of Kurt.
“Don’t worry. I have been talking to him about you for a few weeks and he really wants to meet you. He hasn’t dated much either so you two are kind of going into this by chance.” Mercedes turned to the window and turned back to Kurt. “And he’s in there right now, want me to point him out?”
“I guess I don’t see the harm in that. So, where is he?” Kurt asked. Mercedes brought Kurt over to the window and pointed to the boy sitting at a round table reading a magazine. He was wearing a white sweater with a small straw hat. Mercedes looked at Kurt.
“You still think this wasn’t a good idea?” Mercedes gave Kurt a playful nudge.
“No,” Kurt answered immediately. Mercedes laughed as she gave Kurt a slight push to the front entrance of the shop. Kurt turned to Mercedes with a smile. “I owe you one,” Kurt said almost excitedly.
“Oh I know. Now, go in there and get your man. I want full details when you get home,” Mercedes waited for Kurt to walk into the shop before she left. Kurt turned to the window one last time to make sure that he was going to the right guy. Mercedes nodded and waved goodbye before she walked away. Kurt took a deep breath and walked a few more steps toward the man named Blaine who was reading the latest issue of Vogue magazine – Kurt would marry him right then and there just for that alone.
“Blaine?” The man looked up from his magazine and smiled. Kurt decided that he liked that smile, a lot.
“Yes. Kurt?” Blaine got up from his chair and held his hand out to the porcelain beauty. Kurt smiled and took the offering hand.
“The one and only,” Kurt responded. Okay, that sounded really lame. Blaine just laughed.
“It’s nice to finally meet you Kurt. Have a seat,” Blaine gestured to the empty chair. On the table was a white tulip. Kurt’s favorite flower. “I hope you like it. Mercedes said it was your favorite and I chose white because I read that it symbolizes something new…” Blaine looked at Kurt and his cheeks flushed, “I’m sorry that sounded really cheesy…”
“No! Not at all. Well, yes it did, but I liked it a lot. I love tulips, so thank you,” Kurt said setting the flower aside. Blaine smiled.
“I’m sorry, I’m a little nervous…” Blaine admitted.
“I am too. But I’m so glad Mercedes set us up. I’ve never done this before,” Kurt said without really meaning to admit the last part. Blaine folded his arms and looked at Kurt baffled.
“Wait, you’ve never been on a date before?” Kurt shook his head in response. Blaine sat up in his chair but never took his eyes away from the man before him. “I don’t believe that.”
“Why not?” Kurt asked a little put off. Blaine rested his head in his hand on the table.
“Have you seen yourself?” Kurt’s cheeks flushed. Nobody had ever said that to him before, in fact nobody had ever given him a real compliment before – other than Mercedes and some other girls. Blaine shifted in his seat. “I’m sorry, did I overstep any boundaries…”
“No, no, no you didn’t. It’s just…I’m not used to comments like that. I grew up in Ohio so it’s not exactly the ideal place for a fabulous gay man,” Kurt said somewhat jokingly. Blaine smiled excitedly.
“You’re from Lima right? I think that’s what Mercedes said. I’m from Westerville! So I know exactly what you mean,” Blaine responded.
“Westerville wasn’t far from us. We practically grew up next to each other,” Kurt said happily.
“And here we are in New York,” Blaine added. The two men sat in comfortable silence before Blaine got up from his chair. “Why don’t I get us some coffee and we can talk a little bit more?” Blaine offered. Kurt nodded and was about to reach for his wallet when Blaine stopped him. “You put that wallet away. Coffee is my treat. You can pay for lunch later,” Blaine said with a wink and left to go to the cashier. Kurt smiled as he looked back over at the white tulip. He could very well like this Blaine man and he had Mercedes to thank for that.
