Blaine forced down another sip of godawful coffee, feeling anxious. There was a lull in their conversation. A lull. This was a travesty. Everything had been going so well too. Right when he was getting to know Kurt—a lull. He hated lulls. He hated silence.

He had waited long enough to see Kurt again anyway. After asking Kurt out for coffee at an audition they had both attended, Kurt immediately accepted. Then Kurt backtracked, explaining he had forgotten he had to go to work early that day but that he would love to see Blaine another time. The best time to meet back up again was a whole week later.

They kept in contact, texting cute little flirty things whenever they could. But it wasn't the same. It wasn't what it could be. Blaine wanted to see Kurt with his own two eyes again. Hear his voice.

So Blaine had been waiting for this. Waiting for perfection. And a lull in their conversation did not fit into perfection.

“So. Kurt. How's your coffee?” Blaine asked, breaking the silence and looking up at Kurt through his eyelashes while tapping at his own Styrofoam cup.

“It's…” Kurt paused, looking thoughtful before heaving a sigh. “Honestly, it's the shittiest coffee I've had in my life,” he answered.

The two blinked at each other.

Then Blaine started laughing. Then Kurt started laughing with him.

“You know, there's this frozen yogurt place a few blocks from here,” Blaine mentioned.

“And it's frozen yogurt that is actually good at being frozen yogurt instead of this atrocity that claims to be coffee?” Kurt hummed out the question, shaking his nearly full cup.

“Oh, it's heavenly,” Blaine replied, speaking low in his throat, not noticing the way Kurt straightened in his seat at the tone of Blaine's voice.

“Really,” he whispered, staring for a bit too long and making to take a sip of coffee to cover before remembering the taste. He returned the cup to the table for giving Blaine a crooked smile. “Well, if it's that good, I can't pass it up.”

“Then, let's go.” Blaine grinned.

They didn't make it to the frozen yogurt shop. They didn't make it very far at all, really. Blaine didn't live very far from the horrible coffee shop, and, well, Blaine just kept talking more and more about music and performing and Broadway and people and the world and how chance meetings aren't always chance and isn't there just something romantic about autumn, Kurt? And Kurt kept agreeing with him. Blaine kept saying Kurt's name every chance he got. He felt ridiculous, but he also couldn't get enough of that name. It was simple. Nothing. A name. But it could hold so much more. A promise. A lifetime. And when he was able to say something that made Kurt throw his head back and laugh, his eyes shutting and true smile showing… Well, if Blaine wasn't already a goner, he sure was now. But Blaine wasn't the only one.

Blaine let Kurt do the talking, too. Something Kurt was very good at. At least, Kurt thought he was. But then he would catch Blaine looking at him, his mouth pulled up slightly, ever-smiling and his eyes wide and open as if he would believe anything Kurt told him. When he caught Blaine staring, Kurt would have to look away before completely losing his train of thought.

So, when Blaine mentioned, off-handedly, that they had passed his apartment, the two couldn't help themselves. Blaine's heartbeat started picking up and his mouth felt too dry when he spoke. Kurt's walking pace slowed and his side of the conversation dwindled as he fought with himself before finally letting himself have something for once.

“Hey, do you think it's too late to turn back?” he checked, softly.

Blaine frowned in confusion. “Turn back?”

“You said you lived back there. We could, I mean…” Kurt swallowed, avoiding Blaine's gaze as he hung on Kurt's every word. “Vinyl. You said you had a collection of Broadway vinyl.”

“I do,” Blaine answered slowly, his eyebrows raising a little in a silent question.

“I'd love to see them. If you'd be willing to show me,” he said a little breathlessly, staring at Blaine.

“You wanna see them, we'll see them,” Blaine answered simply, his mouth upturning in a smile. Something about it, the way he said it, so quick to please and happy. It made Kurt feel giddy.

So, Blaine started showing him the collection he had accumulated through the years, looking so young and animated when he discussed the albums. He kept making these little side comments, getting off-track about how his mom bought him this one or he got that one at a flea market and Kurt, this is the first one—the one that started it all, God! And the more Blaine opened up, the more Kurt started to think that Blaine felt right and familiar, so it happened. A kiss, that is.

“Sorry,” Kurt whispered, his fingertips brushing against the Carnival cover. “You were cute just now, and I wanted to kiss you. So I did,” he weakly explained, swallowing hard when he was finished, his throat suddenly dry.

Because Blaine's mouth felt wonderful. It felt right. Like home. Like his.

“Sorry.”

“You don't have to apologize, you know.” Blaine sat the record down to take Kurt's face in his hands and kiss him longer, really drawing it out, making Kurt's stomach twist.

“You feel so familiar,” he admitted to Blaine moments later, enough moments later that he was resting back against the couch, his palms pressed flat against Blaine's lower back.

“I think so, too,” Blaine agreed, smiling. Always smiling.

He continued smiling through kisses and laughing and stuttering out Kurt's name when he couldn't quite settle on what else to say. He was laughing so hard at himself, letting out a snort at his inability to remove his own shirt.

“I'm stuck,” Blaine mumbled into his mint green sweater like a child, making Kurt hum out laughter of his own.

“You know, this would be a lot easier on a bed.”

Kurt had never seen a person move faster in his life.

“Oh my God. Blaine. Blaine! Slow down!” Kurt spoke against Blaine's mouth, laughing when Blaine did everything but that. Blaine managed to navigate them through his apartment while refusing to detach his mouth from Kurt's. There was no way he was letting up now.

“I'm sorry. You don't”—Blaine kissed Kurt's neck and shut the door by pressing Kurt into it—“understand.”

“Understand what?” Kurt wondered, pushing Blaine back enough to look him in the eyes, his arms settling against Blaine's back. “How completely and utterly horny you are right now?” he joked.

“Yes, because—here's the real reason—I have been waiting for you so long.” Blaine grinned, fighting to remove his sweater as he spoke. He gave Kurt a thankful smile when he slowed him down, doing it for him.

Kurt smiled, letting Blaine lead him to his bed. “Oh really? I wasn't aware that a week was so long,” he murmured, imitating Blaine.

“No, no, longer than that. Through Jeremiah,”—Blaine placed a kiss to Kurt's neck—“and Nick”—he smiled when Kurt leaned into his mouth—“and Rachel—”

“Rachel?” Kurt twisted away from Blaine, looking incredibly amused by the clearly female name.

“That was a... a thing. Yeah. For a while.” Blaine blew air through his lips, rolling his eyes at his freshman year of college that had felt like ages ago but had only been two years. “But that doesnt matter! None of it matters because you... You are what Ive been waiting for.”

Kurt stared at Blaine, eyes trained on him as he spoke, and Blaine figured he had said the right thing when Kurt's mouth found his.

“Worth the wait?” Kurt asked.

“Definitely.” Blaine grinned. “I missed you. Is that weird? Missing someone you barely know?”

“Kind of, but the really weird thing is, I feel like I already know you,” Kurt whispered, looking thoughtful as he tried to drink in all of Blaine.

But Kurt knew that he needed to take this slow. Not fall fast and hard as he had before.

“Don't think this will get you out of getting me frozen yogurt,” Kurt said, gesturing at his lap full of Blaine.

“I'll buy you all the frozen yogurt you want,” Blaine mumbled into Kurt's neck.

“Mm,” Kurt laughed, “perfect.”