Here is the second chapter. I'm even less pleased with this one then with the last one. But I was getting ideas for another fic and just had to get this down before I completely abandoned it. I'm not going to delay the inevitable, you see the title of the chapter, and you know what song I've picked. If you haven't heard Darren's version of this song yet then lucky you; you are still able to get pregnant because your ovaries are still intact. Anyways enjoy.
- "I'm taking you out to dinner."
Those words always sent Kurt in a frenzy. It meant that he had to look perfect. It wasn't a hard thing for him, but it took an awful lot of time. And he didn't have much time to get ready. Blaine had told him, two minutes ago, after they had finished watching The Notebook. He had muttered that he had to go freshen up and, tangling himself out of Blaine's arms, had sprinted upstairs in an attempt to accomplish what he usually had two hours for in five minutes.
After about seven minutes, Kurt deemed himself acceptable to society, and made his way downstairs. Blaine was lounging on the couch, his eyes closed, unaware of Kurt's presence. Kurt smirked and sneaked silently to the head of the couch. He leaned down and pressed his lips gently to Blaine's. Blaine's eyes snapped open and he smiled into the kiss. Kurt pulled back and Blaine sat up, pulling himself off the couch. He held out his hand.
- "You ready?" Kurt nodded and took Blaine's hand.
Blaine opened the door to the small restaurant and the scent of heaven wafted to Kurt. He had never been in here. It was small and cozy, with tables close together. Kurt glanced at the food on one customers plate and his mouth began to water. The server spotted the pair and she smiled widely.
- "Blaine!" she said excited. He smiled at her and they hugged. Kurt looked at the exchange confused.
- "Hi Mia, this is my boyfriend Kurt. Kurt, this is my cousin Mia." Kurt held out his hand and Mia shook it.
- "I'll go tell dad that you guys are here." she said turning away. Then she quickly turned back, remembering. "Oh just take a seat anywhere." Blaine nodded to her and lead Kurt to a seat by the window. They had barely sat down when a large man came to the table.
- "Blaine, my boy!" he boomed.
- "Hi Uncle Brian!" Blaine said happily. "This is my boyfriend Kurt." He said waving his hand towards Kurt. Blaine's uncle turned to Kurt and took his hand.
- "You're a lucky boy Kurt. Welcome to the family." Kurt just smiled baffled. He had never gotten this kind of reception from Blaine's parents or even Cooper. This was completely new to him. Blaine ordered for the both of them, without even looking at the menu. His uncle left and they were alone.
- "Care to explain?" asked Kurt.
- "This is my uncle's family restaurant." said Blaine gesturing around the restaurant. "I worked here for a bit during the summer."
- "It's beautiful." said Kurt taking Blaine's hand.
- "That was the most delicious thing that I have ever tasted in my life!" exclaimed Kurt after they had finished eating.
- "Of course. You can't beat Anderson family cooking." Blaine said smiling. Mia came to clear the table.
- "Hey Blaine, we have a guitar. Would you please play for us?" Blaine sighed.
- "Again?"
- "It's Anderson family tradition. You don't have a choice." Blaine just raised his hands in defeat and beckoned for the guitar. Mia brought it to him and he pushed his chair from the table to make some room. He tuned the guitar, and the room quited. He began to sing.
puorte o cazone cu' un stemma arreto
'na cuppulella cu' a visiera aizata
passe scampanianno pe' Tuleto
comme a' nu guappo pe' te fa guarda !
Kurt just sat there in complete shock. He had never heard Blaine speak Italian. He knew that Blaine could of course, but had never asked him to show him. Kurt never realized how incredibly hot it would be.
Tu vuo' fa l'americano !
" mmericano! "mmericano! siente a me, chi t'ho fa fa ?
tu vuoi vivere alla moda
ma si bive " Whisky and soda"
p? te sente' e disturb?
tu abballe'o" Rocco Roll"
tu giochi al "basebal"
ma'e solde pe' camel chi te li d? ?
la borsetta di mamm? ! tu vou' fa l'americano "
mmericano, "mmericano!"
ma si nato in Italy !
siente a me non ce st? niente a fa
okay, napolitan !
tu vuo' fa l'american !
tu vuo' fa l'american !
comme te po' capi chi te vo bene
si tu le parle 'mmiezzo americano ?
quanno se fa l'amore sotto' a luna
comme te vene' capa e di : "i love you"?
With the last words, Blaine looked straight at Kurt and smirked. And that's when Kurt realized. This was Blaine getting back at him for the cheerleading in French thing! He was trying to seduce Kurt with his Italian. And, my God, was it working!
Tu vuo' fa l'americano !
" mmericano! "mmericano!
siente a me, chi t'ho fa fa ?
tu vuoi vivere alla moda
ma si bive " Whisky and soda"
p? te sente' e disturb?
tu abballe'o" Rocco Roll"
tu giochi al "basebal"
ma'e solde pe' camel
chi te li d? ?
la borsetta di mamm? !
tu vou' fa l'americano
" mmericano, "mmericano!"
ma si nato in Italy !
siente a me non ce st? niente a fa
okay, napolitan !
tu vuo' fa l'american !
tu vuo' fa l'american !
The song ended and the small crowd cheered. Blaine did a little bow of his head. He turned to Kurt with a questioning look on his face. Without missing a beat, Kurt grabbed Blaine by the collar and pulled him to the direction that was hopefully the bathroom. Kurt luckily found it without causing too much of a fuss and he pulled Blaine in, closing the door behind him. He pushed Blaine against the door and began attacking his neck.
- "You are a horrible person." growled Kurt.
- "I have no idea what you're talking about." said Blaine. Kurt stopped what he was doing to look Blaine right in the eye.
- "Oh really. So you vow to get revenge on me for the french and then just randomly happen to have an opportunity to seduce me with Italian?" Blaine looked down a bit guilty.
- "Ok maybe I sort of planned it." Kurt looked at him annoyed. "You have to admit that you liked it though." Kurt looked at him, disbelief and longing passing his face at the same time. He attached his lips to Blaine's.
- "I hate you." he mumbled.
- "No you don't." said Blaine. Kurt could do nothing but nod faintly. He was after all, otherwise occupied.