Once Upon a New York Dream - A Klaine Fanfiction

Chapter Three - Intermission

As the first act's final song, 'My Own Best Friend' came to an end, Kurt's hand moved to his cheek to wipe the few tears that had fallen. Kurt wasn't one for showing his emotion often, but when it came to musicals he blubbered like a baby. There was something about going to see a  musical that made emotions higher than a kite on a windy day. From the moment the curtain went up to the moment it lowered, Kurt's heart was in his hands melting to each of the characters life stories. He may have seen this particular musical many times, but every time was a new experience, every time he saw something different that he hadn't noticed the last time. 

Kurt sat still for a few moments, his eyes still locked on the stage as he tried to take everything in. Only jolting back to reality when Blaine's hand accidentally brushed against his own, their little fingers touching for the first time all evening. The feeling of Blaine's warm skin against his making his heart pound even faster against his chest than before. His gaze moving from the now closed stage curtain to their hands against the arm rest. 

"Ice cream?" the brown eyed Warbler asked Kurt with a smile, as he began to rise from his chair. Clearly not having noticed their touching fingers as much as Kurt had. 

Kurt quickly nodded with a polite smile as he too stood up from his seat, "an ice cream sounds lovely. My treat?" He pulled out his wallet from his back pocket, ready for them to walk up to the counter to get their intermission ice creams. He didn't quite know the protocol when it came to two guys happening to meet at a theatre, should he pay? Should he let the younger handsome guy pay?

Blaine chuckled shaking his head, "Don't be silly, dummy. It's on me." Waiting for Kurt to walk out of his seat towards the aisle before he could follow. 

"Fine," Kurt exclaimed moving down the aisle towards the counter, looking behind him every now and again to make sure Blaine was still behind him. As they stood in the queue, Kurt ran his hand against his arm nervously before looking towards Blaine, "So, enjoying it so far Blaine? The gunshots in the 'Cell Block Tango' had me on the edge of my seat."

Blaine moved forward a little closer to Kurt as the queue moved, "It's a bit tight round here, sorry." He mumbled letting out a nervous chuckle before answering Kurt's question. "Yeah, it's amazing so far. You know, it was adorable seeing you from the corner of my eye get so excited and overcome by emotions, you're so adorable."

The red crimson blush appeared on Kurt's cheeks once more, his hand moving to his cheek to try and cover his obvious colouring. His teeth biting against his lip, as he gazed into the beautiful brown eyes of the male in front of him. "Adorable?" Kurt purred softly, "Nobody's ever said I'm adorable before." Obviously getting way too blown away by the Warbler's swift words. 

Blaine rested his hand against Kurt's shoulder, making Kurt anxiously shiver. He squeezed his shoulder comfortingly before sighing softly, melting the defensive walls that Kurt had built around him when Blaine shared the most captivating smile. "Well they should, how could I describe you in any other way. Y'know, Kurt. I'm glad you're the person I ended up sitting next to tonight, I'm always nervous about having to sit next to some annoying un-theatre educated person who sings throughout the whole show. But you. . ." Blaine paused for a moment deciding whether or not to complete his sentence, clearly not wanting to scare Kurt into oblivion, "you. . . are someone I've had my eye and heart on for a while now. I actually came to your green room after you won Sectionals with a bouquet of roses, but you'd already left."

"I. . . You. . ." Kurt began to say as he stepped slightly further forward towards the counter, "you came to my green room? With flowers? Me? I think you've got the wrong guy, I'm far from anything special, Blaine. I'm just a guy trying to get through his days without being ridiculed for wearing flamboyant clothing and hippo broaches. I don't think that's something you want in your life, sorry to disappoint you there."

Blaine rolled his eyes playfully, he knew Kurt would probably give him some long spiel about how he wasn't anything special, and why he shouldn't want anything to do with him. Blaine knew that all of that was just clearly his natural defence to not wanting to let himself get hurt. He moved his hand towards Kurt's, taking his hand in his, squeezing it tightly. "Kurt. . . shush, stop. Stop saying you're not special. I'm telling you that you are, okay?" 

Kurt really wasn't used to this kind of attention, he was used to being the single guy, the guy nobody noticed except when he sang his exceptionally brilliant songs, his falsetto blowing everyone away. "Blaine. . . you have no idea. You've been in my mind ever since we met, but you're you. You're this handsome legend of Dalton. And I'm me. I'm so far out of your league it's unreal, I'm a thousand steps below your league trust me."

They paused from talking for a moment as they reached the ice cream counter, they took it in turns to order their flavours before Blaine paid. Kurt flashed a smile towards Blaine, picking up his ice cream with his free hand, his other hand still being held by the young Warbler. "Thank you," Kurt said to Blaine before preceding to lead the pair back to their seats. As soon as they sat down, the pair remained closer than they'd been previously. Their hands still intertwined against the arm of their chairs. 

Blaine leaned in closer to Kurt, whispering softly, "You're so not out of my league, by the way, you're so in my league." Just as he finished his sentence the Entr'acte began to play, the auditorium lights dimming and the curtain began to raise. 

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