Kurt got ready bright and early in the morning. Shower, skin care, dress – grey button up, purple jeans–no, light blue jeans, grey chukkas, black coat?- No again, cream jacket, light colors were fitting for a pleasant morning/afternoon – and style hair. It was over an hour of a drive to get to Blaine’s so after his first cup(and a half) of coffee he went ahead and left with a quick explanation to his parents in the kitchen as to why he was going anywhere without eating first.
He was a little nervous, admittedly, which was completely his own fault. He needed to stop calling Blaine his crush in his head. Brunch alone with your best friend was a lot simpler than brunch with your crush who was cooking for you. Yikes. He shook his head clear with Madonna in the car. There was a bounce in his step when he arrived and made his way up to the front door. He smiled brightly when the door was opened. “Thank you sir,” He said lightly as he slid off his jacket.
“You’re welcome, sir,” Blaine broadly grinned adding an elegant dip into a polite bow made playful by the undying twinkle in his eyes. He carefully took the jacket and hung it in a nearby coat closet knowing how picky Kurt could be with how his clothes were handled depending on their price tags, labels, fabrics and whatever other combination of requirements factored into their care. Best not to make any mistakes until he figured out what that method was, yeah? “I see you made it okay? Hope the drive wasn’t that horrible. Come on. Let me show you around. Past–you know–the entrance. As nice as it is,” his thumb jutted over his shoulder in the direction of the hallway, “The food’s that way.”
Like it was the most natural thing in the world to do by now–he took Kurt’s hand smoothing his thumb over the knuckles he could reach and lead him out of the wide open foyer with it’s beams of sunlight coming through the stained glass above the door and surrounding the windows down the hall littered with family portraits. “Bathroom’s there and–,” the amber light in the hall became more natural until it was sunlight beaming in through large windows. “The kitchen,” Kurt’s hand was released from his gentle hold and he wriggled his fingers towards a row of bleached wood counterstools. “Have a seat. Everything’s about done. Can I get you anything to drink? Coffee? Orange juice? Then fill me in on if you got any sleep. Which you better have.”
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