#blind double date

Another Thursday night rolled around and you arrived at your usual spot, waving Foggy over as soon as he walked in.

“Hey, Y/N! How was your date last Friday?” Foggy asked, taking his place next to you.

“Not bad. Not great, but not bad,” you sighed.

“Yeah?”

“He was an okay guy, it’s just… I don’t know. Maybe my romance button is broken or needs resetting or something…” you shrugged, looking over this week’s recipe.

Foggy laughed and looked it over too.

“For what it’s worth, I get what you’re saying. My date last weekend wasn’t all that great either.”

As you started preparing your ingredients, you and Foggy lamented over your failed dates and complained about the state of your romantic lives. Sure, you could cut out the middleman and just date each other but you decided it might get awkward if things went wrong and you still had to come to this class every week. Also, you had become such great friends, the last thing you wanted to do was lose what you had.

“How about we set each other up with dates?” you suggested.

“Sounds good to me… got someone in mind?” he asked, turning down the heat on the cooking appliance.

“You know my friend Gracie?” you prompted, adding your ingredients to the mix.

“Is that the same Gracie that was caught topless sunbathing at what she thought was a nude beach?” he questioned.

“That’s the one,” you grinned.

During your time together, you had told Foggy many stories about your friend Gracie and her various antics.

“Heck yeah! Set that up!” he grinned back.

“What about you? Got someone in mind for me?”

“Sure do. You remember my friend Matt?”

“That’s your law firm partner, right?” you asked.

Foggy often spoke very highly of Matt, and had said a lot about him.

“Yep. How about him?” Foggy suggested.

“Sounds perfect,” you smiled.

“Great! So, I’ll set you up with Matt and you’ll set me up with Gracie.”

As you continued your cooking class, the pair of you discussed the best time for your blind double date.

…

The next night, you and Gracie went to the restaurant that you and Foggy agreed upon at the agreed time. Your friend asked you all sorts of questions while you waited for the two males to arrive.

“Y/N?”

You turned to see Foggy with another man standing behind him. The man was brunette with a little stubble and wearing red glasses. You thought he was quite handsome. Introductions were exchanged and the four of you sat down. From that first moment, Gracie and Foggy made an instant connection, chatting away about this and that but for you and Matt, things were a little different. Connecting with other adults never came easy to you and you had the feeling Matt was a little guarded.

“So, Y/N, Foggy tells me you’re a teacher,” he began, trying to strike up a conversation.

“That’s right. I mostly work with underprivileged kids and those that the school has more or less given up on. I can see these kids trying so hard but so many people have turned their backs on them because they can’t be bothered. I want to show them that there’s someone out there who does care…”

Matt smiled warmly.

“I know what you mean. Foggy and I take on cases for people that society have given up on. It’s like they think the problem will go away on its own rather than deal with it before it gets to breaking point.”

“Exactly!”

With the ice broken, you felt a little more at ease. For you, that was one of the more difficult parts of being set up with a complete stranger; making small talk until you found that connection. The pair of you continued discussing the similarities between your jobs while Foggy and Gracie continued to get along. So well along that they decided to ditch the pair of you to get a room. Feeling a little abandoned by your friend, you started feeling that uneasiness again.

“I get the feeling you want to go home?” Matt asked, picking up on something you were putting out there.

“It’s not that… It’s just… Every time I go on a date lately, I just… I don’t know. Maybe I’m not giving the guys a long enough chance. I mean, how well can you get to know a person over one dinner?”

Matt was silent for a few minutes.

“How about this… we go for a walk, spend a little more time with each other. If at the end of it, you don’t feel anything, you tell me to buzz off, no harm done…” You laughed a little at that. “But if you feel sparks… we can see where this goes,” he suggested.

“I’d really like that…”

…

After paying for your meals, you headed down the street. You held onto Matt’s arm partly as a guide, partly because it made you feel safe. As you walked, you got through all those basic “Getting to know you” questions that were common on a first date but not one did you feel awkward. At one point, you stopped to get some frozen yoghurt from a nice little shop nearby. You read the flavours out to Matt so he could make a decision and described the interior of the shop to him while you sat and ate. When you were finished, Matt walked you to your door.

“So… here we are… What’s the verdict?” Matt grinned.

“Hm, I don’t know… usually the goodnight kiss makes the final cut,” you playfully teased.

“Shall we?” he asked.

Smiling, you gently pressed your lips to his. Matt’s hands made their way to your cheeks, his thumbs stroking your skin. This is what you had built up in your head; a great date ending with the perfect kiss. His hands didn’t roam, his breath was fresh and you could feel butterflies in your stomach. This is everything you were looking for. As you pulled away, you had a dreamy smile on your face.

“So… is this the part you tell me to buzz off?”

You laughed and playfully punched his chest.

“No. That… that was a really good kiss,” you breathed.

“Do you want to see where this goes?” he asked.

“I do, Matt… I really do…”

After saying your goodbyes, Matt waited to make sure you were safe inside before heading off.

…

“So that’s why I need you to come with me, Kurt!”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah, so you can, you know, kick me to get me to shut up if I go on too long, or go on a tangent that has nothing to do with a first date, like, like, if I start talking about all my issues and--”

“Chandler, breathe.”

Chandler takes a deep breath before gasping. “See?! That’s why I need you!”

Kurt looks up from his needlework. “And what do I get from this?”

“Free dinner?”

“Chandler.”

“You won’t be a third-wheel, I promise, Dave says--”

“Oh, it’s already Dave.”

Chandler manages a decent glare to throw in Kurt’s direction. “Yes, Kurt, it’s already Dave. From the pics Tiff’ send me, I know that the guy is my man to a T.”

Kurt chuckles. “Ah, young love.”

Chandler crouches next to Kurt to look up at him, eyes wide and begging. “So you’ll come?”

His voice is soft, and not affecting any kind of accent--Chandler at his most sincere is Chandler at his most lethal.

Kurt sighs.

---

“Fine.”

“Blainers, you’re the best.”

---

“Yeah, yeah, but you’ll owe me.”

“All the coffees and cheesecakes, I promise, Kurt. Thank you so much!”

---

“Dave, relax.”

“I am relaxed. Cool as a cucumber. Zen as a Buddhist monk.”

“Your bouncing knee making the glasses shake begs to differ.”

Dave stops bouncing his knee at least, but he starts fidgeting with his napkin. Blaine reaches over to cover his hands. 

“Dave, I promise, it’s going to be just fine. Worst comes to worst, it will be a bad first date and we’ll just… you and I, we’ll go get a drink and laugh about it. You’ll; Be; Fine.”

Dave gives him a crooked smile. “I’m lucky you’re my friend.”

“I know.”

“Fuck you.”

“Such a weird way of thanking me, Karofsky.”

“Such a weird friendship anyway, Anderson.”

They look at each other and start snickering like teenagers.

Dave sighs, looking up. And then he freezes.

“He’s here. Oh my God, he looks even better than on the picture Tiff sent me!”

Blaine follows his line of sight and he, too, freezes on the spot.

Because coming toward them, walking down the stairs, are two men, but one, in particular, catches Blaine’s eyes.

So tall, and built like a swimmer, oh goodness, deep, blue eyes.

Please don’t be Chandler.

Not that the other guy is not cute, he’s just… Not Blaine’s type.

Not as much as the tall one.

“Which one is Chandler?” Blaine whispers as they stand to welcome their dates, Blaine supposes (and hopes).

“The one with the béret,” Dave says, voice soft and dreamy-like.

Blaine sighs in relief before straightening up.

“Excuse us,” Blaine’s Dream man says, “are we late?”

“Right on time,” Blaine replies while Dave is too busy making lovesick eyes at Chandler who is not doing any better. Blaine rolls his eyes before offering his hand forward. “I’m Blaine.”

Dream Man smiles crookedly at him. “Kurt.”