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if you love enough, you lie a lot

Who: Team Gay, French-speaking high fashion division (Franz & Kurt)
When: 11/14, 4PM onward.
Where: A French restaurant in the underground mall.
Summary: Some congratulations are in order for Kurt's engagement! Franz takes him out to dinner to talk about plans and get the scoop on the proposal. But he may be feigning just a teensy bit of his enthusiasm.
Warnings: Teenagers. Weddings. Alcohol. French food. Serious discussion of clothes.

[Franz is waiting at the bar. The crowd is rather sedate at this time of the day, which he likes. He can hear the piano across the room, and he's well into . As promised, he's dressed to the nines. It's unlikely that he'll get to buy anything quite as fine in the next few years to come, with how things are developing. He's determined to get some wear out of this outfit while he still can, which so matches his 5053 sensibilities while still remaining stylish and suitable for 2012. He's aware he's caught some looks at the bar, which he enjoys but does not entertain.

He's already in the doghouse with Daedalus for joking about ogling entertainment for Kurt's bachelor party. For someone who's apparently quite severely against the idea of getting married, Daedalus can be very sensitive at the mere suggestion Franz's thoughts might stray. It's probably for the best that the silent argument ballooning between them deflated like a collapsed souffle, heavy and limp with too many unspoken words. Franz's libido has a way of puncturing things he loves. It seems the vestiges of his traditional values and desires will work hard on the rest. Even though Franz and Daedalus both worked so hard at not bringing up their feelings on the subject of marriage - it just seems too stupidly painful, Franz knows Daedalus doesn't want to have to tell him no, and Franz doesn't want to have to make him tell him no - the tension was palpable last night. Daedalus might have ended relocating himself to the couch no matter what.

Franz eats the olive out of his martini and orders another, checking the clock on his book-shaped NV's readout. Kurt will be here any moment - time to shine, time to smile.

It's nice to plan a wedding for someone he cares about. He worries for Kurt and Blaine. On the surface, their love is like some kind of idyllic fairy tale, but it's fraught with the drama you only find in more complex books... the ones that usually end with several people dead or heartbroken. Still, who is Franz to question their happiness? At least they're on the same page about it. They both want the same thing. It must be nice to know that for certain.

There's no denying they deserve a wonderful wedding. They will be the most beautiful couple Siren's Port has ever seen.

Franz sees Kurt entering the restaurant, and Franz waves, quaffing his drink and sliding off the bar stool to greet him.]

Bonjour, mon ange!

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[Kurt is dressed demurely in a soft sweater that's just snug enough to show that he's put on a bit more weight--a good sign. He still has a ways to go, but his cheekbones aren't quite as sunken-looking as they had been and there's a brand new glow to them. He beams at Franz, leaning in immediately to give him an awkward, bony hug and a kiss on the cheek.]

Ugh, I haven't seen you in forever! You look fabulous, as per usual.

[Franz is rather more enthusiastic with his hug and friendly kiss, clapping Kurt gently on the back before withdrawing. .]

Thanks. This is probably the last designer outfit I'm going to buy until I start up my own law firm, so, I figured I ought to get some great use out of it!

[He does look at home in this place with its chandeliers and beautiful trappings. Sometimes Franz imagines what Kurt might look like, part of his world like the silly song, and he thinks he likes him better like this, in soft sweaters and with a smile on his face. It's a relief to see that he's been eating and putting on weight.]

I love your sweater. And look at you - you're practically walking on air! Want a drink, or should we get a table and start on that bottle of champagne?

Table, yes. That sounds lovely. And we can start discussing wedding plans right away.

[That, and he just really doesn't like bars. He grins as he takes Franz's hand, squeezing it happily. He hasn't been this happy in ages--honestly, he's never been this happy in the Port before. So this will be a new thing for Franz, won't it, seeing him like this?]

Have I told you lately that you're adorable?

[It's really impressive how happy Kurt is. Franz can't help but be infected by it, at least a little - planning will be fun, and he's pleased that Kurt trusts him with this in spite of the many differences they've had. Franz tells the bartender to send the bill to their table and quaffs his drink quickly.

Wedding plans right out the gate. Okay, he's glad he's been ordering doubles. He eats his olive and asks the server to take them to the table he reserved. They know him fairly well at this place, since he and Daedalus go now and then, and he always chats with perfect French. Once they're settled in, Franz orders champagne - an expensive import, but tonight is worth it. Somehow he doubts Daedalus will be in the mood to get romantic any time soon, anyway.]

Before you tell me what you want to do for the wedding, you have to tell me how he proposed! Don't leave anything out. I know I seem like I'm way too serious for it, but I actually really like that mushy stuff.

[He blushes at the compliment, since they're always sincere from Franz. When they get to the table he sits prim and ladylike as he always does, but he can't help from bouncing a little in his chair. It's gonna be a while before he can come down from this high.]

Oh, yes-- Well... Oh gosh, you're going to think it's so lame. It was kind of lame, but Blaine is lame and I love that about him. [Giggle.]

So he just pulled me over to his piano, right? He said he had a song he wanted to practice, and he wanted my feedback. [He gestures animatedly as he talks.] And at first I seriously thought that was what he meant, and then I heard the lyrics and I just-- I didn't want to jump to any conclusions, but then he came and got down on one knee and...

[His hands cup his face happily.] It was the sweetest thing. Nothing like I ever imagined, of course--I always thought we'd be on a gondola in Venice or in front of the Eiffel Tower--but it was perfect. Perfect.

Venice? The Eiffel Tower...? [Franz mutters, looking a bit confused for a long moment. In 5053, Venice is a memory underwater and the Eiffel Tower is currently considered a bit of a joke compared to all of the architecture that dwarfs it, so much so that they're building a new one to scale with the rest of it. He's back to grinning, though, seeing how Kurt is happy enough to float away.]

You're right. That's disgusting. And so... him. So both of you. You're so lucky. [Franz is trying desperately to keep the words I'm jealous from falling from his lips, because even if it's a typical thing to say in a situation like this, such thoughts won't do any good if entertained.

He calls the server over for champagne.] This definitely deserves a toast. Maybe three.

Just not too much.

[He holds up his glass though once it's poured, eyes twinkling.]

To the most fabulous wedding ever?

To the most fabulous couple ever. [Franz clinks their glasses. It's a romantic moment, though not in that way, with the piano and the happiness and the tiny bubbles rising up through gold. He's smiling. His face is a bit sore from it.]

A tes amour.

[And he drinks. He's good at that part.]

[He has some too, but just a little. He's too excited to tell Franz his idea that he can't put it off for any longer; he'll burst at the seams.]

So-- Christmas! A Christmas wedding. That's my idea. Isn't it great? [He clasps his hands together excitedly.]

[Franz seems to drink to make up for Kurt's lack of drinking. Well, if it's more for him, it's more for him.] ...You want to wait till next year? I was under the impression you wanted this wedding as soon as possible.

[Franz laughs. Actually, he's being sarcastic, but... well, he can't entirely let go of his habit of communicating love with snark.]

Unless you meant... you want to have a wedding at one of those 24-hour-drive-through chapels in the underground mall, because that's going to be just about the only place that hasn't been booked since September for parties and events.

[His face falls a bit.]

Oh gosh, you're right. I'm--ugh, I'm so used to Ohio. Are you sure there's nothing we can do? I suppose it'll be all right so long as it's around the holidays. I have so many ideas!

[Franz sighs a little, and attends his drink. That eager look is so difficult to say no to.] I'll see what event bookings look like, though I don't know what your budget's like, either. Or we could just do a ceremony at the courthouse. Or maybe something at one of the chapels here in the mall. I've heard some of them are really nice.

Don't tell me. You have a red velvet gown all planned.

[He teases, shaking his head.] Bows everywhere, and a twinkling tree... maybe Ella Fitzgerald herself will be Pulled by the Core and we can talk her into singing 'Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas' and there won't be a dry eye in the house.

[Oh lord. His shoulders hunch up and he blushes to the roots of his impeccably-styled hair because of course that's how he wants it to go, Franz.]

U-um, well, I-- I suppose I do sort of have rather unrealistic expectations for how I want it to go. Do you think it's silly? Oh, who am I kidding, of course you do.

It's silly on a couple different fronts. I can't say I'd understand why a show-stopper like you would want to let anything, let alone the birth of the savior, take away from the attention of your big day. And if you are dead set on having a big pageant of a wedding, why you're trying to put it together in a little over a month.

Why not wait till the spring, when the weather's nice and more flowers are in season? People are a lot more lukewarm about Easter and the vernal equinox.

[Franz moves to refill Kurt's glass, pausing when he notices there's not really any reason on. He chuckles why he fills his own glass.]

Drink up, it's expensive and I'll be even more in the doghouse with Dae if he finds out I bought such an expensive bottle just for me.

I know, I know. I'm rushing it, and I know people are going to be busy, and it is true that I'd like our wedding anniversary to be separate from Christmas so Blaine has no excuse to lump my gifts together, but...

[He takes a sip of his drink as a way to stall himself, then sighs.]

I'm just scared to wait, I suppose.

Edited 2012-12-06 06:58 (UTC)

Scared to wait? Why? You guys have been living together and all that, so...

[Franz's eyes go wide, and he leans forward, speaking in a stage whisper.]

...You're not pregnant are you?

[It's his hope that Kurt will laugh.]

[SNORT. He does laugh, almost spitting out his drink.]

Franz! We're in public!

[He pulls himself together, though, smiling and shaking his head. A shrug, and he looks down into his glass thoughtfully.] It's just the constant fear of being sent home, I think. One of us, or...both of us. Either way it wouldn't be--ideal.

[Oh lordy. He needs more alcohol now. He takes a deeper drink, inviting the buzz.]

Really? You're worried about being sent home to the place that isn't inhabited by horrifying monsters and creeping death half the day?

[Franz doesn't understand at all.]

I mean, I get worrying about being separated, but you two have your whole lives ahead of you back home, right? And probably at least a few years before you tie the knot, huh?

Unless... something happened to one of you.

[And this is where Kurt goes sort of quiet, biting his lip. Yeah, it's time for more champagne. He reaches for it and refills his glass.]

[Oh this is what we're doing now? Hit Franz up too. Help a gaybrother out.]

...Tell me what's going on, and don't lie, because you know I'll know.

[He gives Franz a healthy pour then tips some back, and soon enough he's tipsy enough to talk about this. He's a lightweight, after all.]

So you know the last time Blaine and I went home? We were gone for about a weekend, if I recall.

Just spit it out. Did one of you...

[His voice cracks a little, and he has to swallow his worry.]

Did one of you die or something?

Oh, no-- No, no. It was nothing like that.

A lot of good things happened, actually. The Glee club won Nationals, and I graduated from high school, and I moved to New York and got this amazing internship...

[...]

And, um, Blaine cheated on me.

[Well, that's an emotional rollercoaster than lands in a puddle of mud. Franz slaps his hands down on the table.]

He cheated on you? I'm gonna kill him when I see him next. I'm serious. I'm going to break his fucking nose, I cannot believe that...!

Oh, oh no, there's no need for that!

[He waves his hands, speaking rather shrilly, though he's touched by Franz getting so indignant on his behalf.]

I-- I mean, I already. You know. I kind of slapped him. We worked it out, it's okay. I mean, here. We worked it out here.

Back home, not so much.

Edited 2012-12-07 07:08 (UTC)

I think there's a need for that. He disrespected you, and what you two have. As a gentleman, I can't allow the company I keep to behave that way. It's unacceptable.

And I will slap him for real.

[Franz nearly drains his glass with the power of his vitriol, and taking several breaths to calm his fuming.]

...Kurt, why do you want to marry someone who cheated on you? Why haven't you kicked him to the curb like garbage?

[That is a very good question, and Kurt thinks carefully before answering it.]

I... I don't know. It's so different here. Back home, I didn't even want to speak to him anymore. I was so angry and betrayed. I wanted nothing to do with him.

But here? It seems so...inconsequential. Don't get me wrong, if he cheats on me here we're done. But back home, we were just silly teenagers. He was still in high school, for god's sake. And here it's like we've aged so much in such a short time that all the problems we had back home are so trivial in comparison.

...Is it really inconsequential, though? You two may have grown up, but he still has the same DNA, the same basic brain. How can you trust it won't happen again? How do you know, that when faced with a similar situation, he won't betray you?

[Franz sighs, and frowns a little at his already-empty glass.]

Are you sure you're not just rushing into this because you're trying to prove your love or something? Like things might lose their shine or you might let all those hurt feelings sink in a little if you don't do it right here, right now?

Edited 2012-12-07 07:33 (UTC)

I'm not, I promise. I've thought this through. I-- I know it sounds totally awful, believe me, but after everything we've been through...

[He sighs again, wishing he hadn't brought it up. What a way to kill an evening.]

I trust him. I don't know why, but I do. He's unpredictable, he's emotional, he's passionate-- He's volatile, even... But I love him. I won't ever love anyone else the way I love him.

But. If it makes you feel any better, we can postpone it just a little longer. Just to be absolutely, 100% sure, okay?

[Franz winces at those words: I trust him. I don't know why, but I do. It's so familiar that it sends him reeling, and he tries to remember how many drinks he's had so far today versus food, because he's dizzy. He covers his face.]

You're gonna get hurt.

[He whispers.]

Please, don't be so stupid...!

[It's not the same situation, of course. It's different. But that wide-eyed innocence, that faith in others? It's deadly.]

Hey...

[He touches Franz's arm gently.]

It's gonna be okay. I'll be okay. I've made it this far, haven't I?

[Franz takes a deep breath, in through the nose and out through the mouth, to try and quell the wrongness in his head.]

I should know better than to tell you to be careful.

[He smiles a little.]

It wouldn't be the same if you didn't. I really do appreciate it when you've got my back, despite what an obstinate little brat I can be.

[That earns a small smile.] I am going to slap your fiance, just so you know. I'll try not to break his nose in case you want to do engagement pictures or whatever.

I don't want to take away your dream of a Christmas wedding, I just want it to be really great, you know?

Even if you're marrying a cheating moron.

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