“Daddy, where are you going?”“Daddy is going out to dinner with Blaine again.”“Mr. Florist? Why does he want to have dinner with you?”“We’re good friends, honey. You’ll stay here with Kayleigh. She’ll put you to bed and I’ll be home before you wake up. Okay, buddy?”“Okay, Daddy. I love you.”“I love you, too, kiddo.”
Their kiss goodnight might as well have been magical. Kurt wakes up early the next morning and swears his lips are still tingling from it. He reaches up to touch his lips, caress them to make sure he isn’t ill or feverish. Everything feels normal from the outside, but the buzzy feeling that rushed through him the night before is still there.
Since he woke up early and Gabe hasn’t arrived yet, he takes some time to reminisce about their date: Blaine’s smile reaching through his eyes every time he looked at Kurt; the conversation that just flowed all night; holding hands as they walked back to the subway station together.
He remembers answering Rachel’s questions hurriedly, ostensibly because he’d wanted to get home and put Gabe to bed. In actual fact, he had just wanted to be alone and float on the clouds of joy that his first date had brought to him.
Now they’ve had their first date, Kurt can’t wait to get to a second and third. It is not going to be possible to have an evening out with Blaine unless Kurt finds a different babysitter. He will have to ask around at work to see if anyone knows anyone.
The door opens and Gabriel peeks in. “Daddy! You’re awake early again!”
“Good morning, buddy! Come over here and cuddle with me.”
Gabriel walks quickly into the room and slides under the covers, snuggling up with Kurt. “So, did you have fun on your date with Mr. Florist?”
Kurt smiles at his son. “I really did, bud.”
“What did you do together?” Gabriel asks sweetly.
“We ate dinner and went for a walk.”
Gabe scoffs. “That sounds boring, Daddy! Didn’t you play games or watch cartoons or sing songs or anything fun?”
Kurt smirks. “Sorry, bud. I guess we’re just boring old guys.” Kurt wraps his arms around his little boy and blows raspberries into his shoulder as they giggle together.
Being a Tuesday, it’s a regular day of school and work. Kurt drops Gabriel off after breakfast and practically skips into his office. Waiting for him on his desk is a package from Ariston Floral. He opens it up to find the most stunning bouquet of pink orchids and white and red carnations. The card attached has only one letter.~B.
Kurt grabs his phone and quickly shoots off a text, thanking Blaine for his thoughtfulness. The smile doesn’t leave his face all day, despite the crazy workload that lands in his lap.
After work, he picks up Gabriel. Together, they decide to stop by Mr. Florist’s shop and say hello. Kurt is all smiles as he walks into the store and sees Blaine at the counter in the back. Blaine is looking down at the computer with the phone tucked into his ear, so he hasn’t noticed who entered the store. Gabe walks around the side of the store to look at the fresh bouquets in the coolers while Kurt hesitates, unsure if he should follow his son or go greet Blaine and tell him thank you in person.
Kurt decides to go after Gabriel, so he trails behind his son as he presses his nose into the glass on the cases, looking at the variety of flowers on display.
“Daddy, why are there so many different kinds of flowers?”
Kurt smiles. “I don’t know. What do you think?”
“Hmm. Well, each one means something, right? I guess someone thought we had so many things to say that we needed lots of different ways to say things?”
Another voice speaks up from behind them. “That’s good thinking, there, Gabe.”
“Mr. Florist! Hiya!” Gabe’s smile lights up the room. “You sent my daddy flowers!”
Blaine smiles back at Gabe. “That’s right, little man. I did.” Blaine looks up at Kurt. “Did you like them?”
“That’s why we’re here. I wanted to thank you in person.” Kurt reaches out to take Blaine’s hand. “It was a lovely surprise. You made my day. Thank you.”
“You’re very welcome,” replies Blaine. “Anytime.” Their eyes lock over their interwoven fingers; Kurt can’t see anything but Blaine and his lips. He wants to lean in and see if their second kiss might be as amazing as their first but before he gets past the first glimmer of a thought, he hears a little voice pop up.
“Mr. Florist, next time you take my daddy on a date, you need to be more fun.” Gabe looks sweetly innocent. Kurt is mortified.
Blaine pulls his hand out of Kurt’s as his eyebrows fly up. “Oh, really? What do you know about that, Gabriel?”
“Gabriel Evans Hummel.
What do you think you’re doing?” Kurt’s face is hot—he must look like a strawberry at this point.
“But Daddy, you said you just went on a walk. That’s boring! Next time you go out you should get to do something more fun, like playing at the park or singing songs!” Gabriel looks confused, as if he doesn’t understand what he did wrong, why his daddy sounds so angry.
Blaine bursts out laughing, taking Kurt’s hand again. “Don’t worry, Gabriel. If I’m lucky enough to get a second date with your daddy, I’ll make sure he isn’t bored.”
Kurt decides to invite Blaine out himself for their second date. This time, rather than try and connect after work, he decides to try out a babysitter and take Blaine to see Rachel in Les Mis
. She is usually able to get comp tickets at short notice, and she doesn’t fail him this time, either, scoring them row A in the Mezzanine—ridiculously good seats, and Kurt decides he doesn’t want to know how exactly that happened.
He picks Blaine up at the flower shop, again, but this time before closing. There is another person behind the counter as Blaine comes out of the back room dressed in a suit, carrying a small box.
Kurt wonders aloud, “What on earth is that?”
Blaine grins. “Just a little something I put together in the back.”
“Am I allowed to see it?”
“Close your eyes.”
Kurt quirks an eyebrow at Blaine for a second, but decides to acquiesce and closes his eyes. He feels hands pulling at his lapel and smells a
flower he’s not familiar with.
“You can open your eyes now.”
Kurt looks down at his lapel and sees
a sprig of lilies of the valley wrapped in their own leaf, attached to his lapel with a pin of two small leaves made of gold. Blaine is looking at him with a hopeful smile, one eyebrow raised, his head tipped slightly to the side. “Well?”
Kurt breathes in the lovely aroma and decides that dating a florist might just be the best thing ever.
“Thank you, Blaine. I love it.” Kurt glances at Blaine’s suit jacket. “Do you have one for yourself?”
“I do. Will you help me put it on?”
Kurt pins Blaine’s boutonniere to his lapel, takes his hand, and they leave together for their date.
“Kurt, that was amazing! I can’t believe we got such great seats on such short notice!”
Kurt smiles wryly at Blaine. “I know, right? Rachel can be the most annoying person on the planet, but sometimes she really comes through!”
Hand in hand, they start walking towards the subway. Blaine turns to Kurt and takes both of his hands. “Would you like to come back to my place for a little while?”
Kurt hesitates. He doesn’t know exactly what to expect here, since he’s had such a limited experience with dating. He really would like to spend time one on one, getting to know Blaine better, but not really getting to know
him, so to speak. Blaine seems to sense his hesitation. “I mean, for a cup of coffee, or maybe a drink. That’s all. I just want to talk to you more, get to know you better, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
Kurt swallows down his hesitation. “Sure. Why not?”
They walk hand-in-hand to the subway station, stay in close contact standing together on the train, and when they reach Blaine’s stop, Kurt realizes they aren’t too far away from his apartment, either. “I didn’t realize how close we live to each other. I’m just around the corner, over there.”
“Really? I’m surprised we haven’t run into each other before.”
“I’m not. My life is pretty much set up around Gabe’s routine,” Kurt explains. “We get up, get ready for the day and go to school, then I go to work. I pick him up; we go home. When we first moved out here, there were three adults sharing the rent on our two bedroom. Now it’s just me, with some child support help from Brittany. We don’t have a lot of extra money, or extra time for that matter.”
They reach Blaine’s building. He lets go of Kurt’s hand long enough to unlock the door and open it for him, then takes it back immediately as they walk up the stairs to Blaine’s fourth floor apartment.
Blaine opens his apartment door, motions for Kurt to go in, and follows in behind him. “Can I take your jacket?”
Kurt smiles shyly. “Thank you.”
After Blaine hangs Kurt’s jacket in the coat closet, he turns and, looking as nervous as Kurt feels, he asks, “Would you like a cup of coffee? Or maybe a glass of wine?”
“Maybe wine. Yes. Wine would be nice, thanks.” Kurt is hoping that a little bit of wine will help him shake his nerves enough to fall back into the easy conversation they had at dinner. Blaine disappears into the kitchen, so Kurt takes the opportunity to look around at the pictures on the walls and the books on the shelves. He sees pictures of Blaine with an older woman and two men, one with striking blue eyes, one with the same hazel eyes that caught Kurt’s attention the first time he saw Blaine at the shop. There are other pictures of the blue-eyed man with a beautiful brunette and two boys. As he continues around the room, he notices an eclectic collection of books and movies on the towering bookshelf next to the entertainment. Kurt reaches up and runs his fingers across the spines of the books, wondering what it is like to have time to read for pleasure. He smiles when he sees the Harry Potter series in both book and movie form.
Blaine returns with two empty wine glasses and an open bottle of white wine. “See anything interesting?” he asks with a smile.
“Harry Potter, Blaine? I didn’t realize you were such a fantasy fan.”
“Who doesn’t like Harry Potter, Kurt, seriously?” Blaine retorts, grinning. “Have you read them to Gabe yet?”
“Of course. I think he secretly hopes that an owl will bring him an invitation letter in a few years,” Kurt replies.
“My nephews are the same way. I suppose I could always say I bought them to have for them, but I grew up with Harry Potter, and I’d love them whether I had nephews or not.”
“So, you’re Uncle Blaine, then?” Asks Kurt.
“Yes. Cooper, my older brother, has Nathaniel and Justin.” Blaine reaches over and takes one of the pictures Kurt had been looking at off the wall. “This is Coop, his wife, Jenny, and the boys. They live out in Los Angeles, so I don’t get to see them nearly often enough.”
“What does he do for a living?” asks Kurt.
“He’s a production assistant for a documentary film maker. He had big dreams of taking Hollywood by storm when he was younger, but he wasn’t cut out to be an actor.”
“He certainly looks the part,” mused Kurt.
“Maybe,” replied Blaine, “but he was a terrible actor. He wouldn’t take direction from anyone.
He was over-dramatic, always pointing at everyone, and I don’t think he ever even tried to notice what the other people around him were doing. He’s much better off behind the scenes, and I know he makes better money.”
“What does his wife do?”
“Jenny? She is a lawyer, family law, actually,” replied Blaine. “She helps people adopt, settle divorces, deals with custody and guardianship, that sort of thing.”
“They have a beautiful family,” remarks Kurt.
“True,” replies Blaine, “but so do you.”
Kurt blushes. “Thank you. I like to think Gabe is pretty awesome, even though I didn’t have anything to do with making him.”
Blaine laughs. “Really? You may not have contributed any DNA, but believe me, Kurt, that boy is very much yours. He’s bold, beautiful, and so
sweet—all things he’s learned from you. The expression on his face when he questions something you say? The one with the eyebrow and the look? That’s totally you, too.”
Kurt looks down at the floor, then raises his eyes just enough to peek at Blaine through his eyelashes. “I’m glad you think so. He’s the best thing I’ve ever done.”
Blaine moves over to pour wine into the glasses and passes one to Kurt. They sit together on the couch, angled sideways, in order to sit face to face. Kurt relaxes into the cushions as he and Blaine look at each other over their wine glasses, and he decides there is nowhere on earth he’d rather be.