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Kurt's head was about to burst. He didn't know why he decided to step into this cafe. But by hell he did! He was ready to curse every power known to man. It was not just his head that was about to burst.
Kurt made a big mistake of drinking too much water in a plan to hydrate himself frequently. It would be a wise choice when he was at the comfort of his home or somewhere where he could trip and land in a restroom. Unfortunately, the nearest restroom to him was almost 300 metres aways. Perks of being stuck in a crowded Disneyland.
The second feasible option for Kurt was to look for restrooms in any of the shops or cafes. But a very few shops had that facility; the nearest one being the Jolly Holiday Bakery Cafe.
Just when Kurt thought everything would be fine once he entered the cafe and found the restroom,he was hit by a big iceberg of shock: He had to get the key from the staff and he could only do that if he had bought something. This cafe,being one of the best ones in the whole of Disneyland, was not helping with the never ending queue.
Kurt's eyes scanned through the length of the queue and his jaws almost dropped. If he stood in the queue at this pace, his bladder wouldn't make it. There was only one thing he could do now: beg the staff and promise that he would get something, if he could convince.
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Blaine had been waiting for a day off for a long time from his work to come here. Disneyland was one of his favourite places on the planet. It would have been better if he could have brought someone with him but his colleagues had their “plans”. His nephew loved Disneyland just like him but Cooper had gone on a vacation to Italy with his family.
Although Blaine could feel the high and euphoria of visiting Disneyland, going to all the rides out there, he had to make a stop at a point. And so he decided to stand in the never ending queue of his favourite bakery in the place to get his favourite Café Mocha and Matterhorn Macaroon.
Standing in the queue was as exhausting as walking around the place. Blaine scrolled through his Instagram as the line moved at its pace. Just when he was one person away from getting to place his order, he heard a loud commotion from the counter nearby.
“Sir, you need to place your order to get the bathroom keys,” said the short brunette barista at the counter in a high irritated pitch.
“How am I supposed to stand in line when I have an emergency?” shrieked the other guy who was dressed in a casual black striped t-shirt and black shorts that exposed his well toned legs. Blaine turned to see what was happening just like the crowd. The first look at the guy swept Blaine's feet like no other thing. He was not just hot and handsome; his face was red in heated conversation and his high toned voice was heavenly. His auburn hair was styled to a perfect coif and his skin was flawless, even in the mess of his sweat trailing down. Blaine couldn't help but notice the weird way he was standing.
“I'm sorry, Sir. It's our company policy. You get something or you don't get the keys,” said the other barista who had come in defence of the barista with her irritating voice.
Before Blaine could realise and analyse what was happening, he heard his voice loud and clear, addressing the stranger.
“What do you want,honey?”
The commotion stopped and the arguing duo turned towards Blaine. Blaine gulped as he realised it was his voice that came out. Blaine made a mental note to contemplate and to bang his head (literally?) against the wall for the words that came out of his mouth.
The stranger looked around and his bright blue eyes were very confused, just like other eyes around him.
“What do you want, honey?” He called again.
The stranger checked the back and side of him to confirm that he was not hallucinating. Or to confirm that Blaine was not crazy. Either way, the stranger pointed to himself while the other eyes were focused on Blaine.
“Yeah, you're my husband, right?”
Blaine was screaming inside hearing the horror of words he was uttering. What the hell did he ask a stranger? Blaine gave a quick nod indicating that the question was meant to the stranger and he was trying to ease his way.
The stranger nodded vigorously, seeming to be playing along with him.
“Yeah,yeah, yeah,” Kurt's words paced, clearing his throat, “One Mickey Mcflurry, please.”
The barista gave a sharp, suspicious eye at the stranger, and then shot a look at Blaine. She really wanted to believe it was true. That they were a couple for real and not a play-pretend stranger duo. She tried to look if either of them had their wedding band but in vain.
Kurt took a sigh of relief.
“There. I placed my order. Can I get the keys now?”
“Sure. Sorry, sir,” the other barista apologised as she handed the keys. Kurt tried to sprint towards relieving his urgency but with the fact that he might pee in his pants if he did not move properly and embarrass himself, he walked in a funny manner.
Kurt’s head would have exploded along with his bladder, if it wasn’t for that stranger. He let his body do his business as he thought about the stranger. A young, charming man with a youthful look, dark curly hair ladened by his sweat and had a 24 carat gold of heart. Who was it? And why did he decide to help him? Was he still around with ‘his’ coffee cup or did he just wanted to order another in Kurt's name?
Kurt carefully washed his hands as he sighed in relief and looked into the mirror. He had to find a stranger to say his thank you.
Kurt paced back to the dining area and the line was longer than before. Wow! He really dodged a bullet. He scanned through the tables to find the stranger.
He walked through the array between dining tables and felt a little tug from a double seater one. Kurt turned to meet the stranger who was smiling shyly at him. Such a loving life saver smile. Blaine pulled Kurt into the seat beside him and Kurt sat with a thump.
“I'm so sorry for screwing things up for you,” the stranger whispered, “I know this was unethical and I am really sorry…”
“Whoa whoa whoa, calm down there buddy. Easy…” Kurt chuckled at the stranger rambling. He was adorable even when he was rambling.
“I should actually say thank you for saving me and my bladder,” Kurt commented sincerely and the stranger calmed down a little. “So Do you mind if I ask your name?”
“BLAINE”.
The annoyed barista called and the man beside Kurt got up. Oh, so his name was Blaine. Such a cute name Kurt thought.
Blaine came back carrying their order but this time Kurt noticed something. Something disappointing. His ring finger on the left side carried a shiny silver metal ring. A cheap one though. This could only mean a few options: either he was married or he was engaged.
Kurt's face fell grey watching the man sitting next to him. Kurt wouldn't have any chance with him even if they did talk even after getting out of the shop.
“My name is Blaine,” the stranger said, pushing Kurt's order towards him. Kurt accepted his drink with a small smile and sipped some. Kurt was noticing the nervousness in Blaine's face. Like he had committed some grievous crime. Kurt heard him clear his throat finally and move closer to him, finally touching his shoulder. Kurt felt a sudden spark of shock down his spine; an excitement, a fresh desperate want of getting to know him more. Blaine retrieved something from his pocket and pushed it gently towards Kurt. A ring. At Least that was what it looked like. Kurt's lips parted in surprise.
“Yeah, listen,” Blaine prompted suddenly, “I think I got us into a situation together. You see that barista right there?” Blaine whispered, eyeing towards that annoying barista who seemed to have been noticing them timely, “ I think she didn't buy our lie. I assume she is trying to find out if we are really a couple.”
Why did it seem like it made absolutely no sense as well as it made complete sense? Kurt didn't notice that bitchy barista watching them until now.
Blaine shook his shoulder to bring back his attention. “So, I know it sounds crazy, but..” Blaine put his left hand bearing the ring on the table and continued,” I thought we could start it with a fake ring? It's not a real ring though.. I just ..” Blaine came closer to Kurt's ear and whispered, “ I had just bought these mini keychains. Cheap lion king edition ones. And I thought I could use the ring for our rings.”
He pointed towards his own hand and waited for Kurt to say something. “It's fine if you don't wanna play along till we complete eating here. But…”
“I'm in,” Kurt said suddenly. Kurt decided to roll the dice till the board allowed him to play. He was in. He slipped the spare fake ring under the table and adjusted it to fit his finger. The ring sat on his hand like a new shiny wedding ring, shielding their pretty little lie.
“What should we do now?”
Blaine broke his cookie Into half and held it in his hand. “We should pretend to be passionate and crazy about each other. You know, to convince her.” Kurt didn't want to know what he was getting into. Was he being pranked? Was it a prank video?
The feeling of the barista's eyes floating on them made Kurt's skin burn. They had to create this stupid fantasy to fuel that bitch's eyes. Blaine seemed to easily get into the character.
“Okay.”
Kurt accepted the half and smiled. Well this was getting interesting. Blaine placed his hand open on the table, expecting Kurt to take it. The barista turned one more time and Kurt's hand fell automatically into Blaine’s. Blaine bit his lips and squeezed his hand.
Blaine’s hand felt soft with little callous humps near the finger tips. Holding Blaine’s hand gave a sense of familiarity and comfort yet uncertainty. Kurt glanced at Blaine’s side profile while he was leisurely sipping his drink. Blaine seemed to be blushing with his perfectly chiselled cheek bone popping up. Or he was drinking a scalding drink. Either way he was taking Kurt’s breath and it was intoxicating.
They played off each other very well and every minute they were spending together, they were getting comfortable with each other. They didn’t have to pretend much with their lovey-dovey eyes and sweet blushes and shy smiles. Each of them were living their own fantasies in the entanglement of their hands.
Kurt leant in after a good fifteen minute “bonding” and Blaine felt an excited shiver travelling down his spine. Wow!
“Ï think I have an idea to get us out of that barista’s sight and out of this shop.”
Intriguing! Kurt was taking some steps now.
“I want us to kiss now. Straight. Lip-to-lip. You know, just to convince as a couple…”
By this point, They were using “to convince as a couple” to spend more moments with each other and for their own good.
“What?”
“Just trust me in this. She would be uncomfortable watching us kissing and we can escape then.” Seemed fair.
Blaine breathed an okay and turned towards Kurt for the stunt. The golden hazel eyes were staring directly into greyish blue ones which kept changing their colours every now and then. This was happening. This was the wildest dream which you would want to pinch yourself to confirm.
Kurt slid his hands gently over Blaine’s cheek and they were slowly closing the gap. One blink of agreement from both sides and they seal their lips. Their lips fit perfectly over each other and were moving together in sync. It was like two long lost puzzle pieces finding each other. They went in for a longer kiss, drinking into each other, moving in a perfect rhythm.
They broke the kiss, gasping for air. They took a quick turn towards the barista, who was moving inside now, clearly uncomfortable by what she saw.
“Come on, let’s get out,”Blaine managed to tell in a gasp and tugged Kurt’s hand. Kurt nodded and they walked together out the door, just like a couple.
They came out of the shop and stood near the entrance, glancing at each other and giving their brains a moment of air and thoughts. What just happened?
A sudden bout of laughter burst like a volcano and both of them continued laughing till their stomachs hurt, at the insanity that happened inside. They were more convincing than a real couple. They were, trust them.
“Oh my god, that was INSANE. I haven’t done anything like this before,”Blaine commented after his laughs almost subsided.
“Me too. How crazy was that barista?”
“I don’t know. She went crazy, that’s for sure.”
Another bout of laughter that sounded like music to each other. And then almost one minute of glancing at each other, focussing on the perfect features and the little droplet at the tip of their eyes.
“That kiss was incredible,”Kurt breathed.
“Yeah… yeah.” Blaine rubbed the back of his neck, grinning shyly at the thought of the kiss.
A sudden dip of awkwardness rubbed the two. They wanted to ask each other out. Was it weird? Should they do it?
“How much for the drink?”
“Oh no, I don’t charge for the Mcflurry,”Blaine chuckled, “But assuming that you came alone here, do you… want to… you know… come with me for the rest of the day? I have a special spot reserved for the parade this evening.”
“Really?”
Kurt was sold. What could top the best parts of his day than getting a surprise “emergency husband” and a parade date with him?
“Yeah, I’m not lying.”
“Sure. I would love to.”
They smiled at each other and started walking towards the events for the rest of the day.
“What’s your name by the way?”
“Kurt.”
And they walked. Holding each other’s hand. Together. Towards their own wildest dreams.