You forgot go say the magic word - CrissColfer please :)
"Seriously?"
"Yes, seriously," Darren laughs at the expression in Chris’ face, and leans against the counter.
Chris almost growls, then sighs, and then slumps into his chair with resignation.
"Really?" Darren asks with a surprised tone.
"Don’t push it," Chris grumbles. "I said okay, don’t make me change my mind, I’m pretty sure me going back to the office is the last thing you want me to do right now."
"That… yeah, that is definitely the opposite of what I want right now," Darren nods quickly, and he straightens his back. "Now that we have cleared that up, what would you like for dinner, sweetheart?"
Chris pauses and stares as Darren tugs an apron off a hook and wraps it around himself.
"You were actually serious about the cooking," Chris says in a deadpan tone, then blinks a few times like he’s not believing his own eyes.
"I was, yes," Darren laughs. "I believe the promise was to dine and wine you — wine optional, dining obligatory, including the part where you don’t lift a finger."
"That s what you said, but I thought you were going to order Chinese or something," Chris admits.
"Now how is that a proper dining experience?" Darren teases.
"I didn’t think that was your point," Chris says and shrugs.
"Tell me what I’m cooking and we can discuss what my point was," Darren says, a hint of impatience colouring his voice.
"Since you’re the one cooking, could you make your Mom’s chicken soup?" Chris asks. "It’s been too long since I had it."
"You forgot to say the magic word," Darren grins.
"Please?" Chris tries, confusion obvious in his expression.
"No, that’s not it," Darren replies with a laugh.
"Babe, you change the magic word every week, how am I supposed to… oh wait, no, I know," Chris grins when he remembers it coming up the night before. "But just for the record, this one is the most insane one of them so far."
"Just say it, or there will be no soup."
"I should remind you again that you not actually following through with your plan will just make me go back to working," Chris points out, and sounds a little smug.
"Ah, but that’s where you are wrong, young Padawan," Darren says and grins wide. "You will not go back until after dinner, it just won’t be your choice of meals. Now, what IS the magic word?"
"M’prec’s," Chris mumbles, and cringes.
"Excuse me? I didn’t catch that," Darren says, prompting Chris to speak more clearly.
"It’s technically two words, you know?" Chris says instead, the tips of his ears still burning.
"The longer you stall, the less likely you are to get the dinner you want," Darren says with a smug grin.
"Oh fine,” Chris says and then sighs with resignation. “I would really like your mother’s delicious chicken soup, my precious.”
He slumps in the chair and tries to not grind his teeth because of giving in to Darren’s ridiculous demand, much as he finds it endearingly nerdy.
"See, it wasn’t that hard," Darren says and still laughs when he ducks the balled up kitchen towel that Chris flings in his direction.
I think you missed your calling - CrissColfer or Klaine or both in one fic (?) please
(so I stuck with CC because that’s where inspiration went ;))
There’s nothing, absolutely nothing that would’ve prepared Darren for the sight that he arrived home to, after another one on the list of his escapes. He was about ready to crash on the couch, even the distance to the bedroom looking like an insurmountable feat. But when he turned the corner and his eyes fell on the occupants of the couch, his jaw dropped in shock.
What he wasn’t prepared for — and really, he should’ve suspected, since Chuck and Lucy weren’t in NYC where Darren just came back from — was the sight of Chris spread out on the ground, LEGO bricks strewn across the space between the couch and the TV, and Rosemary sitting cross-legged opposite Chris, nose buried in a booklet with what Darren assumed were instructions.
"Well aren’t you two a sight for sore eyes," he said when he finally came back to earth.
"Uncle Dardar!" Rosemary yelled, and she immediately scrambled off the floor and darted towards Darren.
He only just had the time to push his bag to the side, and noticed Chris’ slight wince at the volume level of her voice, then he was tackled strongly enough that he barely managed to stop himself from crashing to the ground.
"Rosemary, oh my beautiful Rosemary," he said with a laugh. "I didn’t expect to find you here."
"Mom and Dad are on a date,” she said with a shudder that only a six year old could manage in reaction to anything romantic. “Chris is helping me with the coolest things.”
"Is he now?" Darren said with a smirk. Then he glanced towards Chris, who was still spread on the ground but on his side, watching Darren and his niece.
"He’s really good at building, you know?” Rosemary said earnestly and slipped out of Darren’s arms, then pulled him towards the building project.
"That does look impressive," Darren said a moment later when Rosemary paused in her explanations of what they were building. "I think you missed your calling," he said, glancing to Chris.
There was no way the look from Chris could’ve been interpreted as anything but murderous at first. But then Rosemary continued showering praise on Chris’ abilities, and Darren didn’t miss the way Chris’ expression softened.
After Blaine admits to having recognized Kurt from the New Directions, their relationship rapidly moves from strangers getting to know each other, to Kurt finally just asking Blaine on an official date. Except then he has to wait a month before Blaine is back in New York and can do the date in person.
Luckily, the wait is worth it. Blaine somehow manages to get to New York the evening before their date is supposed to happen, and shows up at Kurt’s door unannounced with flowers, a picnic basket, and a bottle of wine.
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The world finds out about Kurt slowly at first. Fans on tumblr start to theorize about him within three months of him and Blaine becoming official. At first he sees himself mentioned in “I randomly met Blaine today!!!” posts as “he was with a guy, no idea who he was,” but then they get spotted by a fan walking back from a picnic holding hands and after a brief meltdown and a battle over whether or not he and Blaine are just friends, the fans start to refer to him as “the boyfriend.”
It’s really weird at first. He’s still on tumblr, and he’s still connected to fandom. Although he stopped reading fics, went back and deleted any photo of himself, and has started reblogging less Blaine related posts, he still has a lot of Blaine fans on his dash, and it’s odd to see people talking about him in conjunction with Blaine.
After the first few fandom explosions though, he at least has his dash perfected so that he barely sees any negative posts about himself. One time someone he follows runs into the two of them out to lunch and he has to pinch himself as a reminder to not bring up this fact.
Nothing compares however to the riot that happens when they attend the Met Gala together – and wow does Kurt love that he gets to invite Blaine to the star-studded event.
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Blaine does press photos and walks down the red carpet by himself, as Kurt is helping Anna run the event and needs to be inside making sure everything starts off smoothly. The theme of the evening is Kennedy era dress. The outfits are stunning, and when Blaine first “accidentally” bumps into him at the gala, Kurt feels as though he can’t breathe because Blaine looks gorgeous. He’d known this was the case seeing as how the suit Blaine is wearing is one of Kurt’s creations, but amidst a room full of good looking people in expensive clothing, Blaine still manages to stand out.
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The next morning, Kurt wakes up before Blaine. He rolls over, grabbing his phone to make sure there aren’t any important messages waiting for him. He wants to enjoy the day off with Blaine, but he knows that if he doesn’t check his phone now, his whole day will be consumed with some emergency that he was unable to ward off. So he settles back into the pillows more comfortably and checks his email before heading over to facebook to see if there are any pictures from the previous night.
He’s met with a message from Katie that just says “I think you might want to watch this,” and includes a link to an interview from the night before.
He clicks the link, turning the volume down on his phone so that it’s low enough for him to hear, but hopefully not wake Blaine up. At first, Kurt is confused as to why Katie thought he should watch this interview in particular, but then the interviewer says, “So tell me Blaine, who designed the suit you’re wearing tonight? I must say, you look quite debonair.”
“Oh!” Blaine lights up, glancing down at his tux and brushing some imaginary lint off a sleeve. “Kurt Hummel made it. It’s the first in his line that’s going to be released by Vogue next fall. I managed to persuade him to make me one for the Gala, boyfriend privileges and all,” he adds with a wink.
The interviewer blinks, a confused look crossing his face. “Boyfriend? I don’t believe I’ve heard about this boyfriend,” she says, leaning in hopefully. “How long have you two been together?”
Blaine grins and leans in closer as though telling her a secret. “We’ve been together for a little less than a year now, but it honestly feels like I’ve known him my whole life.”
“Awww, how’d you two meet?”
“That is a story for another night,” Blaine says pulling back with a smile. “I can however tell you that the line he’s working on is going to be huge. I’ve only seen the sketches and prototypes, but I know it’s going to blow people away.”
“Well, if it’s anywhere near as amazing as this suit, then I know the world is going to love it.”
The interview comes to a close, and Kurt puts his phone back on the nightstand, rolling over so that he’s practically on top of Blaine.
“Blaine,” he whispers. “Hey, Blaine,” he says a little louder, poking Blaine in the side when he doesn’t wake up. He switches tactics when Blaine’s only reaction is to shift a little. He kisses beneath his ear, moving slowly down his neck. Blaine finally startles awake when Kurt flicks his tongue over one of his nipples.
“Finally,” he says with a grin, resting his chin on Blaine’s chest.
Blaine groans, “You can’t just stop now that I’m awake.”
“Well seeing as how I was just trying to wake you up…”
Blaine pouts.
Kurt slides up the bed, scooting over so that he’s next to Blaine, but worms his foot between Blaine’s legs. “You didn’t tell me that you were going to officially tell the world about us last night.”
Any remaining sleepiness leaves Blaine’s body as he tenses up. “It just sort of happened, I wasn’t planning on doing it without talking to you first but then… well,” he sighs. “I should have told you.”
Kurt kisses him softly on the lips, “Yes you should have. Or at least told me last night after the interview happened.”
“I didn’t want to distract you from all of your hard work!” Blaine insists, kissing his forehead. “The gala was spectacular, by the way.”
“Your flattery won’t get you out of this conversation Anderson,” Kurt says with a laugh.
“Mmmm, I think it might,” he replies, leaning down to kiss Kurt, pushing him back into the pillows with the force of it.
“That’s kissing, not flattery,” Kurt giggles, pushing him away gently. “We can go back to that in a minute, I just want to know what this means for us going forward.”
“Well,” Blaine starts, bringing Kurt’s hand up to his lips while he pauses to think. “It means that we’re going to have to stay together forever now.”
Kurt raises an eyebrow, trying to quell the butterflies in his stomach because it is too early and they’ve talked about the future and marriage before, but it still makes him giddy. It’s also not the practical answer he was looking for.
“There’ll be some extra paparazzi and press attention for a little while, but we’ll smile our way through it,” Blaine finally supplies. They’ve talked about this before, so Kurt knows the spiel, and Blaine knows he knows it. “The fans pretty much knew already, so they should settle down-“
“Blaine, speaking as someone who was once a very active member of your online fandom, your fans never settle down. Especially about your personal life. But I was really thinking more about our professional realms? We haven’t really discussed that before. Are we – what are we doing?”
“I have plans to talk about your line whenever I get asked about you if that’s alright,” Blaine says, tangling their fingers together.
“As long as – I’m just about to really launch my career from an audience standpoint. I don’t want people thinking that I’m riding your coattails or only paying attention to me because of you. Are you alright with me straying from talking about you?”
“Whatever you want – as long as I can go back to kissing you now.”
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Three Months Later
“I feel very honored to introduce Blaine Anderson and Kurt Hummel in their first joint TV interview. They’re here today to hangout and talk about the Love For All duets album being released this week to help fund scholarships for GLBT+ youth. Welcome,” Ellen says, smiling at the two of them who are sitting across from her.
“Thank you for having us,” Blaine says.
“It’s a dream come true to be here,” Kurt adds.
“Well that’s very sweet of you to say,” Ellen says with a smile before diving into the interview. “I was planning to start this conversation off differently, but I heard from a crew member that the two of you met because of my show. So I need to know, is that true?”
Kurt blushes while Blaine smirks next to him. Ellen glances between them before raising an eyebrow. “I’ll take that as a yes. Either of you want to explain to me how that happened? I need to know what my chances of getting a wedding invite are.”
They both laugh before Blaine steps in. “We met the day that my interview with you aired last year. I had to stop by Vogue and –” Kurt hides his face in Blaine’s shoulder, causing Blaine to pause and kiss the top of his head. “I may have caught him rewatching part of it at work and had to stop in to say hi.”
Kurt lifts his head up to face the audience. “He came in, said hi, asked me to dinner, and then when I had to say no, I showed him to my bosses office. He came back afterwards though.”
“I brought Chinese food and didn’t tell him that I remembered him from when our high school glee clubs had competed.”
“You two met in high school?” Ellen interjects.
“We would probably have gotten married years ago if we had met in high school,” Blaine says. “We saw each other perform during a competition, and, well, you guys will understand the magic that is Kurt’s voice in a few minutes. He stood out and I remembered him.”
“He held out until our third not-technically-a-date to tell me,” Kurt chimes in.
“You didn’t tell me either!” Blaine protests with a laugh.
“Yes, well,” Kurt says, resettling himself on the couch primly. “You were the famous superstar, I was the fan that you stumbled on and decided to befriend, trust, and start dating. I had the disadvantage.”
They both glare at each other for a moment before bursting into laughter. “Well,” Ellen cuts in, beaming at their smiling faces. “It’s time for a commercial break, but when we come back, these love birds are going to talk to us about their upcoming projects and then sing for us, so stay tuned!”
How can you not know every Glee cast and crew member pet by name. It's a requirement for every Glee fan to have list with the name of every past, present and future pet on their fridge! Tsktsktsk bad bad fan ;p
Oh no! I'ma cry, I feel so bad! I'm such a terrible fan!
Now I'm gonna go and do some extensive research into the Glee pets, and I'm gonna make an encyclopedia and than I'm gonna publish it so that no one ever makes this terrible mistake again.
I’m German and I never heard of it or saw it in the grocery store. Must be a local thing that got recognized in other countries and has now the status as typical German *shrugs*
Same here. But well... there are a lot of liquors that are only typical for a certain region. Since it's originally from Düsseldorf, I guess it's still very popular there at least.
