This ones for you and me [Farren]

[BLAINE CARTER]

YOU HAVE ALOT OF CROOKS TRYNA STEAL YOUR HEART
HOW TO L O V E
NEVER REALLY HAD L U C K , COULDN'T NEVER FIGURE OUT

Blaine looked in the mirror of the hotel room with a shocked expression. He actually believed that he looked, well, stunning, and it was even more shocking that he was wearing a suit right now. Only Farren would make me do this. He thought while he continued to look into the mirror. Blaine had an idea of why he'd made fancy dinner reservations for Farren, even if she went off and kissed Simon, known as Blaine's first enemy. That idea was, he loved her dearly, and even though she was a stupid b*tch for doing what she did, he wanted to show her that he loved her and always did listen to her dreams.

Instead of spending the night at Olivia's and getting high, he was brought to Ethan Campbell, known as Olivia's boyfriend. Blaine thought this was weird, but he was the only one that knew about this relationship, and Mr. Campbell knew how to dress in suits, so he needed his help. Help was an understatement though, this dude knew how to dress. Sucking in a breath, Blaine looked over the shiny watch on his wrist as it hit six fourty five. He knew it was time to go have this first experience of this "nice dinner" Farren always spoke about. Blaine thanked Olivia and Ethan, but then rolled his eyes at Olivia's teasing comment. Shut it Olivia. He snapped back before walking out the door.

This would just take some getting use to. He mumbled to himself as he walked up the stairs and opened the door now searching around for Farren, excited but nervous to see her expression. Babe? He called.

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[FARREN TAYLOR]

Before outfit: Use your imaginattttttiiiiooonnn. -magic rainbow unicorn dance-
After outfit: YAYYYY.


Farren wasn't going to lie, she had been anticipating this little surprise that she was supposed to be, well, surprised with since the minute he told her about it. She wasn't really sure what to expect really. THe first thought that ran through her mind was "Why the hell is he surprising me with something when I've been such a terrible girlfriend the past week?" THe thought kept running through her mind actually. What if it wasn't a good surprise? What if it was him telling her he found someone new who treated him better than she did? The thought made her stomach ache. Staring at the kitchen clock from where she sat at the couch, her teeth subconsciously pulled her bottom lip under them, a nervous habit. 6:59.

She was told he would be home by seven, and at that point she would know what he was keeping from her. Pushing the laptop away from her lap, she sat up and looked towards the door, hearing someone raddling the knob. 7:00. He was here. As he stepped inside, she practically jumped at the sight. SHe had seen him leave in his usual attire. You know, jeans, tshirt, that kinda thing. But, here he was, dressed to the nines in a tux. Her eyes widened a bit, and her eyebrows rose, looking him over. She'd never sen him dressed so formal; and in all honesty, it wasn't a bad sight. Not even in the slightest.

Standing up, she ran over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck to give him a quick peck before pulling away to get a good look at him closer up. "You look...Really, uh. Well, damn, Blaine! You are my prince charming after all! But why exactly are you dressed so nicely?" she asked, pulling him closer to her now by his tie so she could adjust it for him. It was a little off to the side. "Is this my surprise? You dressing all sexy? I like it." she said with a wink.

[BLAINE CARTER]

God this suit is bloody hot.. Blaine thought as he tried to fix his tie while Farren walked up to him. He let out a sigh when she took the tie from him then smiled brightly. You like it? I had to have help with the suit thought. He admitted with a shrug, but then his heart stopped and his eyes went wide when he realized what he'd just said. He didn't say the name of the person, but he didn't want to open up a conversation of him having to lie to Farren. Not on a night like this, but he couldn't tell her so, he really hoped she'd just leave it alone.

Trying to ignore what he'd just said, he wrapped his arms around Farren's waist with a grin. Dinner reservations were at eight thirty so, he couldn't play with her any longer, even though it was adorable when she put on that desperate pouty face and beg him in that cute little voice. Shrugging he leaned down and began gently placing pecks down her neck Well..I made dinner reservations at the Ritz. I want to take you on that huge dinner night you have always wanted, babe. We are meant to be there at eight thirty.. He was just counting down the seconds until she would squeal and run out of his arms to get ready.

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[FARREN TAYLOR]

She hadn't even really thought about his last sentence about how he had to get someone to help. In her mind, if she had thought it out, she would have come to the conclusion that he had planned this whole thing in advanced while she was away. Also, how could you srgue with someone that looked so dapper? She shrugged it off, letting him pull her by her waist then, admiring him.

Then, the real surprise was mentioned, and her heart just melted. Her eyes bulged and all she could mutter was a gasp in awe. Even after everything that had happened, he was trying to give her what she wanted still. Gosh, God must love me or something because I don't remember doing anything to get this lucky. Then though, it hit her. She was just in a ratty old pair of jeans and one of his tshirts. Her hair wasn't even ready. Shit! An hour to get ready? Giggling subconsciously as she felt his lips graze down her neck, she gently pushed him away and let out a small shriek of excitement. "Blaine!..." she laughed, "You remembered." It was possibly the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for her. She was lucky. "But...I gotta go get ready!" she said, scurrying off to the bedroom and slamming the door behind her with a sigh.

Did she even have anything to wear? Opening their closet, she bit her lip while examining her side of it, filing through all of the girly little sundresses. He'd seen her in all of them. She needed something more special. He wowed her; she had to do something in return, right? After a moment of thought she had a bright idea. She had bought a dress a while back for some little party the sorority was having that she had planned on attending, but never did. Black tie affair. That'd be perfect. Opening a moving box, she found the dress and quickly threw it on the bed with a pair of heels before running to the bathroom to curl her hair and do her make up.

After that was finished, and everything had been put on, she looked herself in the mirror and sighed in delight. It would have to do. THough, she was nervous. She hadn't really been on a dinner date with Blaine yet. THey'd always gone to a chain resturaunt or stayed home. THis was sort of a big deal. Please like it, pleaaassseee like the dress.

Stepping out of the bedroom, she tiptoed towards Blaine and placed her hands over his eyes. "Im ready." she said before she giggled again. She was just so happy!

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[BLAINE CARTER]

While he let his lips linger on her neck, he was beginning to want to just stay home. It would be much more fun for Blaine and easier. He didn't know anything about fancy restraunts, how to order, or what to order. So, he knew once he got there he'd look stupid. Blaine, this isn't about you, this is about her..maybe she needs things like this so she won't go running of with Simon. More than half of the reason why he was doing this was to keep Farren happy, and the other reason was to figure out what he was doing so wrong to make her run to Simon like she had. He'd always said if a girl ever cheated on him he wouldn't feel guilty or wonder what he'd done. Well here he was, doing just that. Like a pansy.

Blaine laughed when she pushed him away, Oh, gee, thanks Farren. Love you too, baby. He shook his head and fell back onto the couch, not caring about the suit at this moment. I just set up dinner reservations, and my thanks is pushing me off of you? Pfft. Blaine nodded as if he was offended then took the tv remote and turned on the tv. His face was blank as he flipped through the channels, and surprisingly coming across the movie "The Godfather."

He was really into the movie at this point. So, when hands wrapped around his eyes, he jumped and was just about to get up and hit whatever had grabbed him. But they were soft, small hands that he knew, so instead he relaxed and grinned. Taking her hands from his eyes, he turned around and looked at her with wide eyes. Wow..You look beautiful. For a minute he stood there gazing at her, then he cleared his throat and lifted his arm to look at the time. 8:15. Shit. We have to go. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her out of the apartment and down to the car. When they pulled into the parking lot, Blaine got out and opened the door for Farren before heading inside and almost vomiting at the theme and scene. Carter. Table for two.

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[FARREN TAYLOR]

Farren had heard him talking while she was getting ready, him huffing and puffing because she didn't stay in his arms. When she walked out, and he turned around, she smiled and gave him a quick peck on his lips before saying "You've got all night to hold me baby. Don't get sore!" she teased letting her hand fall into his as e pulled her along the stairs and to his car.

Once at the restaurant, she too felt sort of intimidated. The place was so big, so....rich looking. Biting her lip nervously, she gripped onto Blaine's hand tighter as the host lead them to their table. Letting go, she sat down in her seat and looked over at her boyfriend, a warming smile on her face.  "I can't believe you did all this for me...I-I don't know what to say...I, it's wonderful." she said to him. She was still in awe at how considerate he was being when she should have been the one planning a surprise for him.

(Sorry it's bad )

[BLAINE CARTER]

As the man brought them back to their table, Blaine looked over each person on the way. Rich snobs. Some just gave off this feeling that if Blaine ever spoke to them, their attitude would be self-centered and judge mental of everything he did. It made him sick. This whole place made him sick. He sort of wanted to lean over the table and punch the man that over looked his outfit. Say something, mate. He said inside his head while he eyed the man.

Finally making it to the table, he felt a little bit better with not as much eyes on him, and Farren's presence just seemed to help out. Blaine shook his head at her comment. You've been wanting this, and even though this isn't my favorite place in the world, I wanted you to experience this with me.

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[FARREN TAYLOR]

It was weird having all eyes on them, though not surprising. They were just a couple of young adults, barely into adulthood in fact, sitting at the fanciest restaurant in town. They didn't fit in at all, and it seemed the other diners knew that already according to their upturned noses and silent whispers to the others at their table. Though she understood why, Farren still didn't like how annoying these people were being. Blaine and she deserved to be here just like the rest of them did. They should just mind their own business.

But after a few moments of receiving dirty looks from a few snits, Farren decided they weren't worth her time, nor were they worth Blaine's. She could tell by the look on his face that he was getting a little frazzled with all the disapproving looks, and to comfort him, she grasped his hand loosely across the table before giving it a little squeeze to let him know it was okay. Who cares. It was their night, not some haughty rich couple's. "God, you're the greatest boyfriend." she said in response, looking into his eyes as she did so. 

She still couldn't grasp the fact of why he would do this for her at such a nasty time in their relationship. Though, it had sort of blown over for the time being, she still thought the waters would be rough and there would be no going out on dates for awhile. Those things you had to earn, and Farren Taylor certainly hadn't in the last few weeks. Too curious to keep quiet about it any longer, she opened her mouth to ask softly "Blaine, About The Simon thing..." she trailed off, not
Really wanting to continue on until he talked first. Wow, does farren have some shitty timing or what?

[BLAINE CARTER]

As soon as he sat down at the table, he grabbed the menu and began flipping through trying to find out if they served real liquor or just wine, because he really needed a drink right now. Sucking in a breath he then let a slow huff out, and rose his voice loud enough so the waiter could hear him. "Hey!" he shouted, and when he got the guys attention, he waved him over then tilted his head to the side. "Please tell me you have scotch on the rocks." The man replied with a "yes sir" and just as he was about to ask for ID, Blaine narrowed his eyes even though he was twenty-one, he hated being asked for his ID for some reason. "Good. Bring one of those." Blaine said, then the guy nodded his head rapidly and ran off.

Blaine didn't know exactly was ticking him off about this place except the whole atmosphere, then it hit him. This looked like some kind of rich place, Simon was rich, and he would bring his plastic money and probably do this for Farren. Keep calm. Turning back to Farren, Blaine gave a smile then began rubbing his thumb back and forth over Farren's hand, until she mentioned the idiots name. He couldn't help but to lock his jaw, give a pissed off smile and look down before releasing her hand and looking back at the menu trying to keep his thoughts clear. "Yeah, what about that situation?"

[FARREN TAYLOR]

Farren could tell that dreaded kiss was still on Blaine's mind. His face looked so angry, as if he was about to burst at any second. Looking away from his eyes, she bit her lip, not letting go of his hand. She wanted to be near him. And who knew if she brought this up again how long she'd be able to. 

Looking back up, she checked his face again for any sign of anger at bringing it up. Oh yeah, he was pissed. Still. She understood why, but she still wished they could just forget it. God, why was she such a dumbass?

"Blaine, I....Are you still angry with me? I want to know. Because...This might sound strange, but I want you in my future, and we need to move passed this if that can happen. Do you want to talk about it?" she spilled, forgetting she was in a public resturaunt. People had heard and were now whispering to each other. Their eyes on them, once again. Rolling her eyes, Farren leaned over to whisper then "I didn't want to hurt you, and even though you seem to be over it, I can't help but feel you aren't..." 

[BLAINE CARTER]

He continued to stare at the menu, not even noticing his grip was getting tighter by the second, the menu practically began folding in his hands. Blaine was trying to hard to not just get up and leave, because god knew if he had to hear about or see Simon Chapman. He would. Lose. His. Mind. No one hated Simon like he did. No one. Not a single soul or spirit.

Blaine sucked in a deep breath, dragging his eyes up to look at Farren. “No. I’m not fucking over it. Is this what you wanted to hear tonight? That I’m not over you kissing…” Pausing, he locked his jaw then basically snarled the name in disgust. “Simon Chapman. My fucking enemy. I’d rather you kiss anybody but him. You know how much I hate him. I’ve never hated someone so much in my life, not even my dad, and he’s my father and I don’t even wanna be around him, but I can tolerate him.” Blaine shook his head. “But Simon, Farren? Why? Why would you do shit like that? If you wanted to find out if you really wanted to be with me, why not kiss some random dude that is hot in your class, not fucking Simon Chapman.”

He’d been wondering this for long. It was like she stabbed him in the back multiple times. Blaine now looked up at the man approaching the two, a nervous expression upon his face while he put down the scotch on the table. Blaine nodded and mumbled “Thank god.” while he picked up the drink and took a sip.

[FARREN TAYLOR]

Farren jumped a little as Blaine started getting angry, his voice rising. Didn't he know they were at the nicest restaurant in town? Biting the inside of her cheek to keep her from saying anything while he ranted, she listened intently, each word making her suppressed guilt become more and more recognized, once again. 

If only she knew how to show him how sorry she was, how she knew that what she did was possibly the single dumbest thing in the world. But she didn't know how. All she did was sit there, letting a few stray tears fall from her eye, landing on her cheek which she wiped off rather quickly.

All of it was coming out. He was hurt, and even though Farren had known that, she hadn't expected it to hurt this bad. But, he was right about all of it. She could've kissed someone else. She knew Simon was his worst enemy. She knew everything she did that night was stupid. She just didn't know how much it would affect their relationship. 

The brunette huffed and grabbed the menu from Blaine, snatching it from his clutching hands and replacing it with her own hands. "Blaine...stop. I think we need to go somewhere private and talk about this." she whispered, trying to calm him down by speaking calmly back. 

Standing up, she grabbed his hand and pulled him from his chair, leading him to one of the empty reserved ballrooms and shutting the door behind them. "I'm sorry. Okay? Kissing some random guy wouldn't have done anything. Of course I wouldn't have felt anything, there's too much going on here with us to feel anything with a random guy. But Simon was...is my best friend. We have chemistry...nothing like ours, but chemistry nonetheless. I was scared Blaine. I needed to know. And I'll never do it again! I promise!" she said, turning away from him to wipe the mascara from her eyes. Stop crying

Turning back, she sighed, frustrated. "What else do you want me to say? Do you want me to tell you to go kiss some girl? To make it even? Because I don't care what you want to do. Whatever makes you happy. Anything."

[BLAINE CARTER]

It wasn’t like he was going to admit that her touch felt so much better than that plastic menu. Even though she had stabbed him in the back, and kissed his enemy. Farren still had that power over him. Her touch at the right times could make him snap out of it. He remembered when he would roll his eyes at happy couples, or say that they were sick, but now he knew. He KNEW. How it felt to be in love, sometimes he hated it but most of the time he loved it.

Blaine clenched his teeth which made him shut up, and then he got up and took one more sip from the glass before following her back to the ballroom where he immediately reached for his tie and loosened it then unbuttoned the one button that held the suit jacket together starting to regret even making these stupid reservations for the tow of them. He should have known it wouldn’t go well.

As Blaine listened to Farren, his eyes went from anger filled to sadness. He really hated seeing her like this. He hated seeing them like this. Him dwelling on the past wasn’t going to fix any of these things, that was for sure, so he knew he had to get over it, there was just one thing he could never ever do. That was, ever be calm while he knew Simon’s presence was anywhere near him. Hopefully Farren would understand this.

Dammit. He was starting to get tears from watching her cry, plus the fact that he was still hurting that she could do this, but time to get over it. Taking a step forward, Blaine cupped Farren’s face with his large hands and kissed her forehead softly as he backed her up one step for her back to meet the wall. He let his forehead sit against hers before leaning his head down a bit more and pressing his lips softly to hers. Trying to show her how much he loved her in that gentle kiss and touch before pulling back and looking her in the eyes “Listen to me. I don’t want to kiss another girl, I don’t want to make love with another girl, I don’t want another girl in my future, okay?” He said before kissing her chin “You make me happy.”

[FARREN TAYLOR]

Farren was scared of what he was going to say. Though she had said she wouldn't mind if he went off and kissed another girl to make things even, she really didn't want that to happen. She couldn't sit there, thinking of Him and some other girl making out. It bothered her. It wasn't really the kissing, it was more of the doubt in the question of "what if he kissed a girl and fell in love with her?" That question haunted her as she thought this over. Avoiding his eyes, she wiped another tear as she waited for his reaction.

In her mind, she saw him getting angry with her, maybe storming out of the restaurant. She thought he would yell at her for being stupid, but he didn't. As she was pressed up against the wall, she let out a shocked gasp and felt her heart jump. What was this?

As their lips met, she sighed, smiling as they kissed as well. That was more like it. That was how they were supposed to be. When he pulled away, she sort of pouted a little, not wanting him to stop kissing her because it'd been awhile since he had kissed her so softly. But, when he began talking, she was glad he had because what he said made her feel all warm and fuzzy. Closing her eyes in complete contentment, she smiled before looking back up at him. He was perfect, and she was in love, and none of this even mattered anymore. Wrapping her arms tightly around his waist, she looked up at him, her cheeks flushed. "You make me happy too, happier than I ever have been...And I don't want anyone else. I know that." she said quietly, pressing her lips to his more passionately. I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, and I don't care who knows it