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Kurt snuck out of the dining room, running as silently as he could through the foyer and outside to the veranda, closing the door behind him. He skipped happily down the veranda stairs, running with uncontained joy towards his secret love.
“Blaine!” Kurt called, seeing his love near one of the many stone benches in the garden.
Blaine turned, hearing his name, and he hugged Kurt as though he hadn’t seen him in years. Kurt leaned in to kiss Blaine, only to be stopped.
“No, Kurt” Blaine said. “We mustn’t.”
“Why not silly?” Kurt asked.
“Because you’re so –“Blaine started.
“What?” Kurt pressed.
“Well you’re such a baby!” Blaine exclaimed.
“I’m sixteen. What’s such a baby about that?”
Blaine sat them down on the stone bench and began to sing.
You wait little boy on an empty stage
For fate to turn the light on
Your life little boy is an empty page
That men will want to write on.
Kurt leaned towards Blaine and sang.
To write on.
Blaine held up his finger to stop him.
You are sixteen going on seventeen
Baby, it's time to think
Blaine got up from the bench and circled around Kurt.
Better beware be canny and careful
Baby, you're on the brink
Blaine stopped in front of Kurt and sang straight to him.
You are sixteen going on seventeen
Fellows will fall in line
Eager young lads and roués and cads
Will offer you food and wine
Kurt smiled widely in happiness while Blaine made an invisible line of the ‘eager young lads’ that would offer Kurt food and wine.
Totally unprepared are you to face a world of men
Timid and shy and scared are you
Of things beyond your ken
Blaine hunched his shoulders, imitating a look of shyness.
You need someone older and wiser
Telling you what to do
I am seventeen going on eighteen
I'll take care of you.
Blaine saluted and smiled.
Kurt got off the bench and went to hug Blaine only to be stopped. Kurt silently huffed in annoyance, turned and started walking away. Blaine stopped Kurt with a hand on his shoulder, hoping to be hugged, only to be turned down with a simple handshake. Kurt circled around the bench and was stopped by Blaine’s hand on his shoulder again, this time accepting the invitation to sit together on the bench.
Blaine looked to the sky and felt rain. He immediately grabbed Kurt’s hand and ran towards the nearby gazebo. A rumble of thunder was heard and the deluge of rain began. Thankfully they both did not get wet from the sudden down pour. Blaine stood in the doorway of the gazebo, looking lost and hopeless since he now had no way of leaving. Kurt’s mind, however, was not on the rain.
I am sixteen going on seventeen
I know that I'm naïve
Kurt shrugged in that knowledge. He already knew that he was naïve.
Fellows I meet may tell me I'm sweet
And willingly I believe
Kurt twirled. Whether in innocence or naïveté was unknown to Blaine, but he smiled anyway.
I am sixteen going on seventeen
Innocent as a rose
Kurt blushed, sat down on the gazebo bench and crossed his legs.
Bachelor dandies drinkers of brandies
What do I know of those?
Kurt raised his hands in an exaggerated shrug and stood up. He walked around Blaine.
Totally unprepared am I
To face a world of men
Timid and shy and scared am I
Of things beyond my ken
Kurt walked the index and middle fingers of his right hand up Blaine’s left arm. Blaine flinched away. Kurt followed, jumping up on to the gazebo bench above and in front of Blaine.
I need someone older and wiser
Telling me what to do
Kurt smoothed back Blaine’s curly locks, almost massaging his head.
You are seventeen going on eighteen
I'll depend on you.
Kurt wrapped his arms around Blaine’s neck, stage falling. Blaine caught him and put Kurt upright again. Blaine then spun around and the two lovebirds joined arms.
Kurt walked then ran around the inside outer edge of the gazebo. They danced in the gazebo. Blaine brought Kurt back down to level ground by grabbing Kurt’s hand, faced him and slow danced with him, hop-skipping on to the bench many times. Letting go, they did dramatic ballet pirouettes on opposite sides of the gazebo. They gracefully fell back towards the middle of the gazebo and dramatically spun, grasping at each other’s waists, never wanting to let go.
Then they dazedly sat on the bench on opposite sides of the gazebo, breathing hard. They spun towards the middle gazebo once; twice. The third time they did this, Kurt started to fall back only to have Blaine grab him by his biceps and pull him in for a quick, but passionate, kiss. Blaine breathed and then took of, leaving Kurt standing in the middle of the gazebo in shock.
Coming to his senses, Kurt turned and walked out into the rain, squealing with delight at his first kiss.