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ddejavvu · 1 year

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can I request dedicated boyfriend!hotch studying up on judaism with Reid in his lunch breaks so when Hanukkah comes around he starts surprising reader with his knowledge and he may or may not give Jack sort of a blended chrismukkah experience - this man would just try so hard to understand your culture like don’t even try to tell me he wouldn’t

I understand if you don’t want to write about Jewish holidays or don’t want to get them wrong but I saw you’re open to other requests so thought I’d give it a try

google was not nice to me in nailing down the correct english spellings of Hebrew words so if i should change anything please lmk!!

Jack is learning Hebrew. You're skeptical at first, because he's only seven, and you still get tongue-tied sometimes. But if you listen hard, he's kicking his legs back and forth against his car seat and reciting a blessing under his breath.

"What'cha saying back there, Jackers?" You peek at him from the rear view mirror, watching his eyes go wide in true kid fashion.

"Nothing!" It's the same way he says the word when he's trying to stuff a third, forbidden oreo into his mouth at bedtime, or when he's definitely not on Aaron's phone. It's a sweet thought, though, it really is, so you let it slide.

"Alright," You smile warmly at him, nodding, "Just thought I heard something."

You suspect it's Aaron's idea. Even more so when you come home to a ready-and-waiting menorah, two candles already set out.

"You're prepared," You tease Aaron, and he sends you a sly, slightly bashful smile. You press a kiss to his cheek in greeting that you know he'll reciprocate tenfold when you're alone, behaving civilly at least while his son is around.

"Okay Jack," You glance outside, winter nights coming faster than you're used to, "Do you wanna help light the candles?"

"Yes please!" He's just unlaced his shoes so when he comes sprinting over, he's wearing socks on the hardwood floor. You cringe, and Aaron stands straighter in an attempt to be able to catch him before he falls, but he reaches you without even slipping.

"Stand on the chair," You instruct, and he clamors up. You let him grab the first candle, keeping the shamash in your hands, "And put the candle into the first spot.

The menorah you'd bought has numbers on each space, but Jack's too eager to be helping out to notice them. He sticks the candle hastily in the third spot, and Aaron reaches for it.

"Right to left, buddy." He murmurs, and you stop dead from where you'd been going to adjust it yourself. He fixes it, only realizing that you're staring when he stands straight again.

"What?" He defends, "Reid taught me. He said you line them up from right to left but you light them from left to right. Is that not how you do it?"

"It is," You bite back a grin, "Just- nevermind, I'll say the blessings."

You'd been right. As soon as you start up, two other voices join you, and it takes all of your willpower not to stop dead in the middle of your sentence and kiss them both. Jack on the cheek, but Aaron definitely on the mouth.

Jack seems extra proud of his own mastery, and you can't say you aren't impressed yourself. His little voice barely trips up at all, and you can tell he's been practicing for a long time.

When you hand the candle to him, lit, he's especially careful in lighting the first one. When the flame transfers he lets out a breathy laugh, an exuberant sound full of giddiness, and you take the shamash from him with a grin of your own.

"Good job, buddy," You gush, leaning down to squeeze him in a hug, "Okay, are you ready for dinner? Dad made paaastaaa."

"And latkes," Aaron informs you, arms curling around your waist from behind as his lips hover by your ear, "They might not be the best pair in the world, but Jack wanted spaghetti tonight."

"No meatballs?" You raise an eyebrow.

"No meatballs." Aaron shakes his head, dropping a kiss to your cheek as Jack races to the table, "But we do have christmas cookies for dessert."

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babbushka · 3 years

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hey sweetie! Happy new year! yayyy im so excited for the new writings coming up! i've got a request that i think it will be pretty funny with biker kylo! ''its a fancy dress new years party, and person a is shook seeing peson b all dressed up for once''. i feel like they wouldnt go to a party with a lot of people but maybe she could ask him to dress nice? just for the two of them? like a date? smutty-ish? pretty please?

A/N: Hello my dear! Thank you so much for this request, I think it's so sweet and though it started out funny it turned sappy, lol. I hope you enjoy the little ficlet I've come up with. Wishing you a very sweet new year!!

1.2k, warnings for descriptions of food, mostly fluff!

You had said to get there at sundown, and to dress nicely. Kylo didn’t know what the fuck that meant, dress nicely. He spends most of his days in stained and torn t-shirts and faded black jeans, what was nice? He couldn’t ride his bike in nice clothes, he’d burn the shit out of his legs right through any trousers he might have stored in the back of his closet -- all of this internal monologuing is why he’s late.

He’s not that late, not really, the sun only went down twenty minutes ago, but Kylo had had damn near a nervous fucking breakdown throwing his clothes everywhere, trying to figure out what he could wear that would be nice.

It’s the first Rosh Hashanah that you’re spending together, and he doesn’t want to blow it. You’re the woman he would take home to Ma, if he still spoke to his mother, he doesn’t want you to think he ain’t serious about this relationship that you’ve built together. He is serious, and that’s why he’s late.

He’s late, but he thinks he looks nice. He’s praying that he does, anyway.

To try and soothe some of your potential anger, he stops by the florist on his way to your apartment and picks up a big bouquet of your favorite flowers, and tries not to crush them on the drive over. Parking his motorcycle in the dedicated spot, he climbs the four story walk-up, and runs his free hand through his hair, before ringing your doorbell.

Not even a full second goes by, before you’re yanking the door open, and Kylo is about to brace himself for being yelled at, but when he sees your big grin, he lets out a sigh of relief.

“You made it!” Throwing your arms around his huge frame, you hug him tightly. If Kylo had been a smaller man, he would have been knocked backwards from the force of your embrace.

“Of course I made it, why the hell wouldn’t I? You told me to be here, so I’m here.” Kylo hugs you back, holds you tight and walks you backwards into your apartment enough that he can shut the door behind you.

Kylo doesn’t spend a lot of time at your apartment. It’s not because he doesn’t want to or anything, it’s just a little further out of his way than his own place. You both work close together, and his apartment is closer to work, so it always tends to just be the meeting place.

He likes your apartment though, it’s nice, cozy. It’s very you, which sounds stupid, but is something that always makes Kylo feel at ease. He likes the way you decorate, the way you so clearly have put your touch on everything -- it’s so different from his own approach that he has half a mind to be embarrassed. Maybe he should give you his keys and let you make that damn apartment feel more like a home, but then that would mean you’d never be allowed to leave.

“I thought maybe you couldn’t get the time off work.” You grin at him when he finally releases you.

“I’m my own boss, sweets, I make the schedule.” Lighting up a cigarette and puffing on it for a few seconds, Kylo winks at you, “Whole shop’s closed for the holidays.”

Crossing your arms in front of your chest and cocking your hip, you look him up and down, licking your lips and smirking, “That’s very impressive, you know Just like your outfit. I didn’t know you owned a suit.”

Kylo gives a sarcastic little spin on the heel of his boot, showing off the black ensemble that he had managed to dig out of his closet. It was just a jacket and trousers, with a tie that he had actually tied himself, not one of those bullshit clip ons. He’s got a white button down underneath, and he’s grateful for the way his hair covers the tips of his ears because you can’t stop lookin’ at him.

“Just the one.” Kylo blushes despite himself, still not used to the pleased scrutiny you often subject him to, he mutters, “Surprised it still fuckin’ fits.”

“It’s a little tight.” You whisper playfully, pinching at the shoulder seam where the fabric is struggling to contain him. He only huffs out a laugh, a big plume of smoke going with it.

“Alright alright. Where am I takin’ you?” He offers you the flowers, which you happily accept.

“Nowhere, come in.” Throwing the invitation over your shoulder, you walk into the kitchen to find a vase for the flowers.

Confused, Kylo frowns and follows you like the duckling he is, “What do you mean nowhere -- oh.”

In the formal dining room, Kylo is confronted with a long table completely covered in food. There’s so much food that he actually can’t see the tablecloth underneath all the serving platters -- gefilte fish, potato latkes, matzo ball soup, fennel and apple salad, roasted cauliflower and pomegranates, kugel, the biggest fucking brisket that Kylo has ever seen, and of course, an even bigger round braided challah taking center stage.

“Do you like it?” Nervously, you look at him from the kitchen, and Kylo snaps out of his reverie to make his way to you.

“Goddamn you are divine.” Kylo picks you up, kisses you all over your neck and cheeks, “It smells fuckin’ delicious, this can’t be all for me. It’s way too fuckin’ nice for me.”

He doesn’t put you down yet, not yet, wanting to keep you in his tattooed arms forever and ever.

“Now you know why I told you to wear the suit.” You laugh, feeling silly that it’s just the two of you, but, “It’s a special occasion, I wanted to do it up right.”

“You did good, sweets.” Kylo nods, trying not to get too emotional. “Come sit real close to me and tell me all about it.”

The last time he had a big spread like this for a holiday was...damn, he can’t actually remember. When he was a kid, before he fucked off and ran away from home at fifteen. No one’s cooked for him in general in just as long, probably.

Kylo takes his suit jacket off because it really is too tight around the shoulders, and sits down at the head of the table, pulling you directly onto his lap, your pretty self snuggling right up against him even though there’s a perfectly good chair next to him. Kylo starts kissing your neck again, making you squirm and laugh from the way his teeth scrapes against your skin, but then Kylo pulls away abruptly.

“Wait -- there ain’t any fuckin’ fish heads, are there?” He asks, surveying the table for the traditional dish.

“No, those always creep me out.” You scrunch up your nose, and Kylo lets out a sigh of relief.

“Me too, I don’t like shit that’s still got its eyeballs in it.” He shudders dramatically, “Makes me feel bad.”

“I know what you mean, but rest assured this dinner is head-free.” You pat his cheek lovingly.

Kylo catches the hand and pulls it to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to your palm.

“Well... maybe for dessert?” He looks at you expectantly, and it takes you a second to pick up what he’s saying, but when you do, you roll your eyes and groan.

“You’re so annoying.” You say, really meaning I love you.

“Yeah.” He replies with a toothy grin, really replying I love you more.

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undyingskies · 3 years

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Hanukkah

request: yes

“hi!! would you be willing to write something with charlie where his girlfriend is jewish and someone made fun of her for it so he decides to go all out for the first night of hanukkah and buys his own menorah so he can make it the best for her bc even tho he isn’t jewish he wants to make her happy and enjoy her religion and heritage? sorry if that’s too specific and if you aren’t comfy doing that it’s totaly fine 🥺♥️”

A/N: I know the holidays are over, but due to the holidays I have gotten behind in my requests! I did my best to educate myself on Hanukkah and write a fic that respects the Jewish holiday! I hope everyone enjoys!

warnings: none

tagged: @mah-gah-lee, check her blog out! She is amazing and so are the fics that she writes!

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Normally you were always really excited about the holiday season and celebrating Hanukkah. Hanukkah was eight days of celebration, each night at sundown you and your family got together to light the candle on the menorah. It was always a time of celebration and love.

This year was a little different though, this was your first holiday season living with Charlie. In the past Charlie had come for a few days of Hanukkah with your family but he had never been around for the full eight days.

Charlie had always done his best to educate himself of the Jewish holiday, he wanted to learn everything about it that he could. He learned the reason behind the celebration, he wanted to learn about your heritage, he learned all the traditional foods, and even had your mom teach him how to make latke.

It was also nice, that you were able to celebrate the holiday with your family and not have to worry about splitting the day with Charlie’s family since they celebrate Christmas. Your first time every celebrating Christmas was actually with Charlie and his family. It was fun to see a new holiday celebration, but nothing compared to celebrating Hanukkah to you.

You were a little nervous for this year, as again this was the first year of living with Charlie and doing all eight days of Hanukkah together. You were originally really excited, you were going to buy your own Menorah for the first time ever. You were even going to host one night of Hanukkah at your shared apartment with your family. That was until you had read some comment a fan had made. They just mentioned the difference between your two holidays and had said something about you forcing Charlie to engage in Hanukkah. Which just was not true at all, but it still got to you.

Your excitement for the holiday just seemed to fade as the comment continued to ring through your head. The first day of Hanukkah was quickly approaching but you hadn’t started to decorate or buy your menorah yet. Charlie noticed your mood and was worried because you had not mentioned it or even told him why.

Today was the day that the two of you were supposed to go shopping for all the things you needed.

“Hey Y/N, you ready to go shopping today?” Charlie asked you walking from your room and into the living room.

“I don’t think I really want to go anymore Char...” you trail off, “it just seems like too much now.”

His face falls at your words, not understanding why your excitement isn’t evident anymore and the fact your dismissing shopping for your first menorah. Something that you were really excited for just days prior.

“Are you sure? You were so excited about it the other day, truthfully I was too.” He tells you. You scoff at his words, not believing him. You knew he wasn’t the one who made the comment but somehow in your head, you twisted convincing yourself it was true.

His eyebrows furrow together at your actions, really not understanding what was happening.

“Can you tell me what’s going on Y/N? Please? I really am just not understanding.” He asks you.

“It’s nothing Charlie, I just don’t want to do it. I’ll just go to my parents house this year. That way you don’t have to be bothered by it.” You confess to him.

“So I won’t be bothered by it? Why would I be bothered by it?” He’s a little frustrated at your words, he’s always done his best to show you he loves spending Hanukkah with you and your family.

“I just don’t want to force you to do it anymore, people were saying I was forcing you to celebrate this whole time and I don’t want to do that. So I am not going to this year.” You tell him, pushing yourself up from the couch, just wanting to go lay in bed and take a nap.

Charlie reaches out and grabs your arm before you can leave. He pulls you to him, so that your face to face.

“Y/N, you know that’s not true. You have never forced me to celebrate or do anything I didn’t want to do. You know I’ve loved learning about Hanukkah, I was excited to host a night here.” He tells you with a smile on his face, hoping that his words would make you feel better.

They don’t. You roll your eyes at him, not believing his words. You had gotten in your head about it too much. “Whatever Charlie, I just don’t feel like dealing with it okay.” You tell him, stepping away to go to your room.

Charlie sighs and lets you go. He does follow you to the room though. He watches you climb into bed and face the wall. He’s stumped by all of this, not knowing how to fix the situation.

That’s when it hits him, he’s got an idea that has got to make you feel better. He leans over to place a kiss on your forehead. “Okay baby. I’m going to go to the store, I’ll let your rest.” He says.

You turn to look at him with a small smile on your face. “Okay Char. I love you.” You tell him.

“I love you too.” He says on his way out of the room.

He’s got your mom on the phone the minute his foot is out the door. He’s going to fix this situation and put you back in the holiday mood.

He made his way through about 4 different stores, trying to get everything he needed to make it perfect.

You don’t know how long he was gone but sleep had overcome you just a few minutes after he left. The nap granting you some peace from your intrusive thoughts.

When Charlie had gotten home from the store, your apartment was dark. He went to your bedroom to see if you were awake or not, but he found you peacefully sleeping. Which was perfect for his plan.

He quickly and quietly set everything up the best he could, hoping that his plan would work. Once he was done, he made his way back into your room.

He sat next to you on your bed, rubbing your back gently hoping to pull you from your sleep. After a couple seconds you start moving about, slowly becoming conscious. You roll over to find Charlie smiling down at you.

“Hi,” He whispers, to which you whisper hi back.

You don’t miss the excited look on his face and how his eyes seem to be sparkling a little more than usual. He was up to something, you just knew it.

“Everything good there Char?” You ask him. Your spirits a little up due to the nap.

“Yes it is! Wanna come with me to the living room?” He asks you, reaching his hand out for you to grab. You smile up at him and grab his hand, letting him pull you from the bed and into the living room.

Once you reach your living area, you stop dead in your tracks. The sight of your living room brought tears to your eyes. In the middle of your coffee table, was a beautiful menorah. There was also a tin next to the menorah, with all the candles in it.

The table had little white lights draped all along the edges of the table, to light up the room. In the corner of the room, there was also a medium Christmas tree. All of the decorations on the tree were shades of silver and blue.

Your tears kept falling, you were so happy. Charlie speaks up after a few seconds of watching you admire your home for a little.

“So I called your mom and asked her what I should get to decorate. She told me about the menorah, you had been looking at to get, so I went and got it. I hope that’s okay.” Charlie says while moving to stand in front of you.

“I know you thought you were forcing me to celebrate Hanukkah with you, but I want you to know that it wasn’t true. I love celebrating the holiday with you and learning all about it.” He pauses for a second, “Also I know it may be cheesy but now that we live together I thought, I could incorporate both our holidays. The internet told me that blue and silver were the colors of the Israeli flag so I thought maybe by decorating the tree with those colors, was a nice way to combine the two.” He tells you.

You can’t believe how sweet he was. Only Charlie would try to set up your home with both of your holiday traditions and try to come up with a way to combine the two of them. He truly was the best and so thoughtful.

“I just wanted you to know that even though we have different holidays and traditions, that we’re both in this together.”

A small smile graces both yours and Charlie’s lips as he says that. You can’t help but throw your arms around his shoulders and pull him in for a bone crushing hug. Tears still leaving your eyes.

“It’s perfect Charlie.” You whisper in his ear. You pull back from him, so you could be face to face.

Charlie leans in for a sweet kiss after a few seconds of eye contact. Your boy really was the best. After a few seconds of your lips moving together, you pull apart.

“Also I bought all the ingredients to make latke! I figured we could make it together!” He tells you. “After all we have two days before the first day of Hanukkah and we’re hosting that night!” You smile up at his words.

“Well we better get a start then!” You tell him, pulling him into the kitchen.

You end the night baking with the love of your life and telling him about all your childhood stories of Hanukkah. Nothing could get better than that.

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lady-divine-writes · 5 years

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Klaine Advent Drabble: “Sweeter than Honey” (Rated NC17)

Summary: At their wedding, Kurt and Blaine recount for Blaine's grandmother how they first met ... but they might be fudging some of the details. (1459 words)

Notes: Written for the Klaine Advent Drabble 2018 prompt 'latke', but there are a couple of others in there as well.

Read on AO3.

Blaine takes a step out of the music store and squints at the white light assaulting his eyes. The sun sure is bright. Was it that bright when he got here? He can’t remember.

He checks the time on his watch.

12:15.

Okay. That explains it. He’s pretty sure he got here when the store opened.

That’s a record, he thinks as he heads for his car. I was only in there what? Two hours this time? But it’s his day off. It’s not as if there’s anywhere he’s supposed to be right now, no one but his cat relying on him at home. He might just hang out at the mall and make a day of it - roam the shops he used to when he was in high school, maybe stop at the food court for something edible on a stick.

Cinnamon apple soft pretzel?

Yes, please!

He hasn’t indulged in any retail therapy in ages, this morning’s foray excluded. It might be nice, reliving his teenage years.

It might also be immensely pathetic, especially if he runs into anyone he knows ... like a student. The seniors get half-day privileges on Thursdays. And considering everyone in the world has a cell phone with a camera these days, that pic would spread across campus like Nutella.

Welp. There’s that plan shot down.

Back to finding his car he goes.

The parking lot is blessedly empty for a Thursday afternoon, cars parked in patches further up but very little along the fringes. There is one vehicle within walking distance of his - a large, black SUV with an agitated man circling round it, peeking inside and huffing curses under his breath. Blaine doesn’t know this man from Adam, but he looks as if his day is about to be ruined by whatever’s going on with his vehicle. From where Blaine is standing, it doesn’t look broken into, and none of the tires seem flat. He’d most likely be fine if Blaine went on his way, but he has a compulsion to help him.

Blaine’s day has been good so far. He should spread the love.

Blaine approaches, assuming the man is the vehicle’s owner and not a potential thief. Blaine thinks he can accurately interpret the face he’s making. It’s the face of a man who’s locked his keys in his car. If so, maybe Blaine can help.

But he keeps one hand in his pocket, palming his can of pepper spray, just to be on the safe side.

Though the man pacing back and forth with his slim fitting slacks, tailored jacket, and chiseled cheekbones looks so much like a model, Blaine would probably hand over his wallet with barely a threat and then thank him for taking it.

“Hey? Are you alright?”

“Uh …” Blaine watches the man pause, searching for a face to match the voice, and Blaine gives him a little wave. When the man sees him coming, he smiles for a second, but that frustrated expression returns way too quickly. Too bad, Blaine thinks. He has an incredible smile. “Yeah. I guess I’m …” The man peers in through the tinted windows of his SUV, glaring at something inside, then suddenly jumps almost a mile high. “Uh, no. No, I don’t think I am, to be honest.”

“Is there something I can help you with?”

“I don’t know.” The man puts both hands to his temples and starts massaging. “Are you, by ay chance, allergic to bees?”

“Bees? Did you say … bees?” Blaine chuckles, but the man doesn’t chuckle back.

He looks as serious as a heart attack.

“Yes,” the man replies, gesturing to his SUV. “Bees.”

Blaine steps forward, cautiously creeping towards the vehicle, unsure what could possibly be going on within. Did a bee get in his SUV and he can’t risk getting stung because he’s allergic? This seems like a bit of an over-reaction if that’s the case, but who is Blaine to judge? Allergies can definitely be lethal.

He hears a low buzzing, like the hum of powerlines a distance away. He gets nose up to the window, but jumps back himself when a dozen bees ram the glass. He braves a second look and that’s when he sees the bees – hundreds of them covering the rear bench seat.

“Oh my … oh my God! What’s going on in there?”

“I don’t know. I was picking up some latkes for a friend of mine. She’s super pregnant and having cravings.”

“That’s very kind of you,” Blaine says, but the man frowns.

“She’s my stepbrother’s wife. He’s away for the week. I need to feed her constantly because she’s eating me out of house and home! Thankfully, her favorite restaurant was willing to make me eight dozen at a moment’s notice, with a bucket of honey applesauce to go with them …”

Blaine’s stomach growls, reminding him that he’d changed his mind about going to the food court and how that was a mistake. “That sounds good.”

“Doesn’t it? Unfortunately, I wouldn’t know. The bees got to them before I could get them home!”

“Did you leave a window open?” Blaine walks around the SUV, inspecting the windows and doors for a point of entry, but they seem to be shut tight.

“I must have. But I can’t figure out where.”

“Did you call the fire department? Or the police?”

The man takes Blaine’s elbow and tugs him over to the driver’s side. Before Blaine gets to the window, he can plainly see a cell phone resting on the seat.

“Oh. I see,” Blaine says, shaking his head. God, this is awful! He’s glad he decided to stop and help. “Well, Mr. …?”

“Hummel,” the man says, sticking out a hand. “Kurt Hummel.”

“My name’s Blaine. And I’m not allergic to bees, but I don’t think I’m qualified to wrangle hundreds of bees out of an SUV.”

“Oh. No. You’re … you’re probably right,” Kurt says, looking even more defeated than he had before. “I wouldn’t want you to get hurt. Not over latkes.”

“But,” Blaine continues, “I have my cell phone with me. I can call 9-1-1.”

“Could you?”

“Yup. And maybe, if you’re not too busy, I could buy you some coffee? You know, while we wait for someone to come by and evict your bees.”

Kurt looks at Blaine, at his warm and honest smile, and that incredible smile from before returns. “I’d like that.”

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“So, you boys met over latkes?”

“Well, technically, bees. But latkes, too,” Kurt says, reaching across the table to put a hand on Blaine’s, covering his new husband’s wedding band with his own. “I know it must sound corny to you, Mrs. Anderson …”

“It’s so sweet!” Blaine’s grandmother coos, moving her hand to cover the both of theirs. “Considering some of the distasteful ways young people meet nowadays - at night clubs and on the Internet - it’s nice to know that honest-to-God meet cutes still exist.”

“Kurt’s a hopeless romantic,” Blaine explains, giving his husband a kiss on the cheek, “so I lucked out.”

“You’re darned right!” Blaine’s grandmother gives their hands a squeeze. “That’s a story you’re going to be able to tell to your children … and your grandchildren … with no shame.”

Kurt turns to Blaine and smiles. “That’s what we’re hoping.”

The music in the hall transitions from the handful of fast-paced rock songs Blaine and Kurt decided to sit out to a slower Celine Dion number.

“Ah! Finally! Mr. Ander-Hummel,” Blaine says, “since this is one of the songs you picked specifically for us to dance to, would you like to join me on the dance floor?”

“I would.” Kurt winks at the older woman beaming at the two young man as they rise out of their seats and head for the dance floor. Other couples clear a path so husband and husband can have the center spotlight. Kurt puts a hand on Blaine’s shoulder, and Blaine wraps an arm around Kurt’s waist. They move together on the next down beat as polite applause travels around the room.

“You know, the speed in which you just lied to my grandmother is impressive,” Blaine whispers so only Kurt can hear. “Should I be frightened?”

“You should be grateful. Unless you wanted to tell a 96 year-old-woman with a pace maker that her grandson met his husband in the glory hole of a gay nightclub.” Kurt shakes his head, but he can’t help grinning. “In retrospect, we should have planned ahead. We knew this question might come up. No one really knows how we met.”

“We’d better remember that story then,” Blaine agrees, resting his head on Kurt’s shoulder. “It might come in handy later.”

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