You Were The Song

Of Blind Dates and the Paparazzi

Blaine didn’t know what he was expecting, exactly. Rachel was just so unpredictable. His date could be any type of guy. Knowing Rach, he’d probably be some carbon copy of Kurt...

No. This date was not about remembering his one true love that had just recently come back into his life after being completely invisible for a whole year after they had decided to break up. This was about him finally being able to rid himself of this creepy stalker kid who wouldn’t stop following him around. And this fake date was going to make that happen. With a large amount of luck, of course.

Aaron had texted Blaine the details of their “date” about thirty milliseconds after he had left Blaine’s dressing room (but seriously, how did he even get Blaine’s cell phone number? Blaine certainly didn’t remember giving it to him), so Blaine knew just where to go. It was a cute little restaurant in the city that Blaine vaguely remembered eating at a couple times before... once with Kurt while Blaine was helping him set up his dorm. But that was a year ago, Blaine scolded himself. None of that matters anymore.

He approached the lady at the counter a little nervously.

“Um, hi. I think I have reservation for Harrison?”

The teenage waitress’ jaw dropped open.

“Oh. My. God. You’re Blaine Anderson! Aaron told me you were his date, but I didn’t believe him. Oh my God.”

“I’m not his date!” Blaine said quickly. Being Aaron’s date was probably the last on his list of things he wanted to be, right next to garbage man. “I’m actually... um... meeting my boyfriend here to, um... yeah.”

“Oh... Oh, okay. Well, Aaron is already here so... you can just follow me,” the waitress said awkwardly. Blaine nodded and followed the girl through the restaurant, ignoring the stares he was getting from pretty much everybody in the building.

“Blaine! You made it! Where is your boyfriend?”

Blaine closed his eyes and groaned quietly at the sight of Aaron, dressed in...what the hell was he wearing? Blaine couldn’t even bring himself to explain it. It was a cross between everything and nothing.

Blaine took the seat across from Aaron and gave the waitress a friendly smile to dismiss her.

“He should be here soon. I told him to meet us here.”

"Oh, look! You’re new stylist is here. That’s weird." Aaron said, pointing somewhere over Blaine's shoulder. Blaine froze.

“Blaine.”

He slowly turned his head. He knew that voice. How could he not know that voice? It couldn’t be Kurt. Oh, please, not Kurt. Rachel. Rachel would call Kurt. Ugh, Blaine was going it kill Rachel if it was...

Hazel met blue, and Blaine was lost.

“Kurt.”

Kurt's almost panicked gaze darted between Blaine and Aaron. He gave a forced smile at Aaron and spoke in a calm voice.

"Hi, you must be Aaron. I remember you from earlier today. Anyway, I hope you don't mind, but I need to have a quick word with Blaine. We'll be right back."

"Oh, alright..." Aaron managed, clearly confused. Not as confused as Blaine, of course. His eyes were wide in terror for what was more than likely to come. So he just sat there, staring up at Kurt like he had five heads or something.

"Come on, Blaine."                      

Kurt led Blaine out towards the back of the restaurant. He opened the heavy back door and the two headed out into the back alleyways of the city. It was snowing lightly. If Blaine had been thinking properly, he might have noted that it was actually the first snow of the season. But his mind was on Kurt and only Kurt. He watched Kurt, who was practically fuming, his cheeks flushed red and his eyebrows creased. Blaine watched the snowflakes fall gracefully onto Kurt's well-kept hair, promptly melting and sending water droplets down onto his scalp. Blaine noticed the way Kurt reached up and pushed the droplets away, then as he gripped his hair in frustration, messing it up in the process. Very unlike the Kurt Blaine had known a year earlier.