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sirenspull_logs2012-04-29 10:27 pm
showbizpanache) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-04-29 10:27 pm
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We're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away
Who: KLAINE. They're Klaine again ohmygodyay
When: Sunday evening.
Where: SOME SHMANCY RESTAURANT and then we'll see.
Summary: Klaine's first date since their disastrous breakup and all the shenanigans that followed. Kurt is nervous. Blaine is...Blaine.
Warnings: Angst...fluff...maybe more...I'll add if necessary.
Kurt didn't have time to fret about the ring or about what his future would be with Blaine at all--the anxiety that had set in was enough to obliterate just about everything else in his head, honestly, swelling up like a lead balloon he was dragging everywhere. A first date. He thought he was done with firsts like that--done with a lot of things, actually, but life had different plans.
He'd been so happy to have Blaine in his life again that he'd put aside his own impatience, his own desire for something bigger, something permanent. Franz's warnings had been enough to stall those feelings for a while, but they came back almost instantly, pressing up under that lead balloon until he was weighted down by the girth of his own thoughts.
It all seemed to convert into some mad, nervous energy that Sunday evening when he got ready for what he'd dubbed their 'second first date', dressing and styling himself impeccably as if meeting Blaine for the first time. It was sort of exciting, to rewind like this, even if that insistence was still there in the back of Kurt's mind, ever-present.
He made it to the restaurant early and sat at their table with a Chardonnay, trying not to look as conflicted as he felt.
When: Sunday evening.
Where: SOME SHMANCY RESTAURANT and then we'll see.
Summary: Klaine's first date since their disastrous breakup and all the shenanigans that followed. Kurt is nervous. Blaine is...Blaine.
Warnings: Angst...fluff...maybe more...I'll add if necessary.
Kurt didn't have time to fret about the ring or about what his future would be with Blaine at all--the anxiety that had set in was enough to obliterate just about everything else in his head, honestly, swelling up like a lead balloon he was dragging everywhere. A first date. He thought he was done with firsts like that--done with a lot of things, actually, but life had different plans.
He'd been so happy to have Blaine in his life again that he'd put aside his own impatience, his own desire for something bigger, something permanent. Franz's warnings had been enough to stall those feelings for a while, but they came back almost instantly, pressing up under that lead balloon until he was weighted down by the girth of his own thoughts.
It all seemed to convert into some mad, nervous energy that Sunday evening when he got ready for what he'd dubbed their 'second first date', dressing and styling himself impeccably as if meeting Blaine for the first time. It was sort of exciting, to rewind like this, even if that insistence was still there in the back of Kurt's mind, ever-present.
He made it to the restaurant early and sat at their table with a Chardonnay, trying not to look as conflicted as he felt.