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Casual Refinement

Jacket: Borrelli, thrifted $50

Sweater: Banana Republic merino v-neck, clearance $20

Shirt: Gitman Bros., thrifted $3

Pocket Square: Kent Wang, gift

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Best scarf of the season, we sold out but Drake’s still has some

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Definitely less.

Merry Christmas.

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Kurt's noise of surprise was muffled by Blaine's kiss. He grabbed at Blaine's shirt to pull him closer and eagerly kissed back until they were both breathless. "What was that for?" he asked with a smile, cheeks flushed.

Dinner || Klaine

Blaine chuckled as he pulled away and sat back into his seat. “Where is this place I’m STARVING.” He moaned. He let out a sigh and pulled Kurt’s hand into his lap. “But I like it when you drive…I get to find new ways to distract you.”

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No, because I can't take you seriously dressed like that.

Merry Christmas.

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I don't know whether to laugh or cry.

Merry Christmas.

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Kurt coughed to cover up a laugh and continued driving when the light turned green. "Stop whining or I'll kick you out onto the pavement to fend for yourself," he retorted. Kurt drove a little further down the street, still hand in hand with Blaine, until he needed to pull over and park. "See? that wasn't too far."

Dinner || Klaine

Blaine chuckled as he pulled away and sat back into his seat. “Where is this place I’m STARVING.” He moaned. He let out a sigh and pulled Kurt’s hand into his lap. “But I like it when you drive…I get to find new ways to distract you.”

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Kurt gripped the steering wheel tightly and took a deep breath. "You're the worst," he grumbled, half-heartedly protesting. Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand, much harder than usual, in retaliation. "This is why I never drive."

Dinner || Klaine

“Oh, you’re smooth,” Kurt replied, biting down on his lip to try and stop himself from laughing. He rested his hand on top of Blaine’s and laced their fingers together, quietly thankful for the long, straight road they were driving down. “How are you doing, anyway?”

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"Good," Kurt repeated softly, smiling. He squeezed Blaine's hand in return. "You're literally the worst passenger ever because you're distracting even when you're not doing anything."

Dinner || Klaine

“Oh, you’re smooth,” Kurt replied, biting down on his lip to try and stop himself from laughing. He rested his hand on top of Blaine’s and laced their fingers together, quietly thankful for the long, straight road they were driving down. “How are you doing, anyway?”

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"Oh, you're smooth," Kurt replied, biting down on his lip to try and stop himself from laughing. He rested his hand on top of Blaine's and laced their fingers together, quietly thankful for the long, straight road they were driving down. "How are you doing, anyway?"

Dinner || Klaine

Blaine smiled back at Kurt and shrugged his shoulders. “I constantly pinch myself when we are together. But if this is a dream, I never ever ever want to wake up.” Blaine leaned over and pressed a kiss to Kurt’s lips. 

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"I promise this isn't a dream," Kurt mumbled against Blaine's lips. He gave Blaine another short kiss and then pulled back, smiling. Kurt pulled out of the parking space and onto the main road, idly driving to the restaurant he'd decided on. "I hope you like where we're going. It's not fancy, but the food is great."

Dinner || Klaine

Blaine smiled back at Kurt and shrugged his shoulders. “I constantly pinch myself when we are together. But if this is a dream, I never ever ever want to wake up.” Blaine leaned over and pressed a kiss to Kurt’s lips. 

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Kurt grinned and leaned over to press a kiss to the corner of Blaine's mouth. "You're sweet." He started the car but didn't move, a smile still on his face. "Sometimes I'm convinced you can't be real."

Dinner || Klaine

“Hey,” Blaine called slightly affronted. “These are my date pants.” He said pouting. Blaine laced his fingers with Kurt’s and hummed happily. “Hows all your studying going?” He asked as they walked down the hallway.

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Kurt led them out of the main doors and into the car park. "You'll have to perform for me sometime. I'd love to hear some of your songs." He unlocked the car and then opened the passenger door for Blaine, giving him a small bow.

Dinner || Klaine

“Hey,” Blaine called slightly affronted. “These are my date pants.” He said pouting. Blaine laced his fingers with Kurt’s and hummed happily. “Hows all your studying going?” He asked as they walked down the hallway.

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"No talk of studying is allowed. We're only allowed to talk about fun stuff," Kurt said, nudging Blaine's shoulder with his own. "And don't pout at me. I love your pants but you look like a kicked puppy."

Dinner || Klaine

Kurt quickly swapped shirts and checked his phone again. He pocketed his phone and lazily looked for his car keys and wallet, knowing he had plenty of time to spare. There was a buzz from his pocket, probably another text from Blaine, so he meandered out of his room and down the hallway. Kurt knocked on Blaine’s door and waited patiently for a reply.

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"Hey Mr. Grumpy Pants," Kurt replied. He smiled as he took in Blaine's ruffled appearance and gently smoothed a stray curl back into place. Kurt kissed Blaine's cheek and then took his hand. "Ready to go?"

Dinner || Klaine

Kurt quickly swapped shirts and checked his phone again. He pocketed his phone and lazily looked for his car keys and wallet, knowing he had plenty of time to spare. There was a buzz from his pocket, probably another text from Blaine, so he meandered out of his room and down the hallway. Kurt knocked on Blaine’s door and waited patiently for a reply.

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Dinner || Klaine

Kurt quickly swapped shirts and checked his phone again. He pocketed his phone and lazily looked for his car keys and wallet, knowing he had plenty of time to spare. There was a buzz from his pocket, probably another text from Blaine, so he meandered out of his room and down the hallway. Kurt knocked on Blaine's door and waited patiently for a reply.

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TEXTY TEXT || Klaine

Blaine: Does that mean I can wear sweatpants?

Kurt: Nope. I'm requesting jeans at a minimum.

Blaine: Fine...but I'm staying in the top half of my study clothes...a white t and a sweatshirt.

Kurt: I suppose that's presentable.

Blaine: Good now let me know when my chariot arrives.

Kurt: Drop the attitude, Anderson. I'll be outside your door in a minute.