Blaine turned the page in the scrapbook and looked at the wrapper of sugar with the logo of their favorite campus coffee shop on it…

The days following the infamous audition were tiresome. Blaine did what he could to make sure he wouldn't run into Kurt. He saw him daily - talking to someone in hallways, eating in a campus canteen or walking to class. Blaine turned around and left every time, feeling stupid for thinking that Kurt might have taken an interest in him. If he saw Kurt, Kurt must see him too, right? He never came to Blaine, though, so he was probably just being polite when he agreed on coffee with Blaine.

A week later, Blaine decided it was time to forget the stupid crush on Kurt Hummel he'd had since he started at NYADA, and move on. The decision came during Cassandra July's morning class, when she once again reminded all of her students how useless they were. Blaine knew he was a good dancer. She didn't pick on him as often as on other students but sometimes she let him have it pretty bad just so he wouldn't think too much of himself. The choreography they were practising was hard but doable. If Blaine wasn't preoccupied with Kurt, he would have managed...and he wouldn't have been scolded like a child by his teacher. No Kurt from now on, Blaine told himself and planned on keeping this resolution, but faith had something different in for him.

He was the last to leave the room, earning few words of disgust from Cassandra on his way out. His head was dropped down and he didn't really look where he was going until someone's boots came into his way of vision. He raised his eyes and there he was - Kurt, in all his glory, with two coffee to go mugs in his hands.

"Hi! You need to watch where you are going. You almost spilled your coffee on me." Kurt told him with a big smile.

"What?"

"It's impossible to track you down." Kurt shook his head disbelievingly and nudged Blaine's shoulder to get him to move. "I had to bribe the lady at the dean's office to let me see your schedule. How was Cassandra? Crazy as always?"

Blaine nodded as Kurt led them through hallways out to the courtyard. He turned left and crossed the lawn, heading to the bench behind the big tree. Blaine wordlessly followed him. They sat down and Kurt handed him his coffee.

"A medium drip. How did you know?" Blaine asked, amazed, when he got his usual coffee order from Kurt.

"The girl you often flirt with in the coffee shop has a shift today. I asked her."

"I do not flirt with Clara!"

"You so do! You actually fooled me into thinking that you were straight last year when I watched the two of you!"

"You watched me talking to a barista in the coffee shop?"

"I watch you, period." Kurt admitted. "As I said, you are hard to track down. I've been trying to approach you since you came here."

"Why?"

"First of all, you are extremely talented and you seem to be a genuinely nice person so I want to add you into my small circle of friends. You are also gorgeous. You can't blame a guy for looking."

"Didn't you have a boyfriend when I started here?"

"I did," Kurt grinned. "He caught me staring at you a few times and we got into a fight. He was bit of a drama queen. One of the reasons we broke up eventually...Anyway, here is my phone. Put your number in it. I don't want to play stalker anymore."

Blaine took Kurt's phone and typed his number in it, biting his lips nervously. Did Kurt really just asked for his number? Well, asked wasn't probably the proper term. He practically ordered Blaine to give it to him. What for? Because Kurt wanted to be a friend? Or maybe something more? Blaine was internally squealing like a schoolgirl but he stayed calm on the outside. He returned the phone back to his owner and fidgeted with his coffee.

"It's gonna get cold." Kurt pointed on his mug and observed Blaine closely. "Did Clara lie to me? It's not your coffee order?"

"No, it is my coffee order."

"Then why aren't you drinking? You wanted to go for a coffee with me and right now I'm the only one drinking coffee...Oh god! You didn't mean it, did you? You were just being nice so I wouldn't feel like such an asshole after Santana didn't allow you to audition…"

"What?"

"You know, you can't offer a coffee date and then change your mind without telling the person first. It's not nice."

"I didn't change my mind…" Blaine spoke softly. It wasn't utterly the truth but Kurt didn't need to know that. "I meant it."

"Then what's wrong?"

"I-I can't drink coffee without any sugar...It's disgusting."

"Oh shit! I'm sorry." Kurt put his mug on the bench and reached for his bag, retrieving five packets of cane sugar. "Here. Clara said that you use three but I took more, just in case."

"Thank you. Three is enough." Blaine said shyly but took all the sugar from Kurt's hand, putting the two remaining into his pocket.

"I don't really have much time. My class starts in fifteen minutes but I'd really love to see you again. Dinner? Saturday? I'll call you and we can talk details."

"I can't on Saturday. It's Star Wars marathon and it's kind of a thing for me and my roommate. Friday?"

"Star Wars? Ok, I'm gonna overlook the fact that you like that nonsense but only because you're really cute." Kurt smirked at him teasingly.

"I'm gonna overlook that you just called Star Wars 'nonsense' but only because YOU are cute." Blaine responded, earning a laugh from Kurt.

"Very well then. So when are these cute boys gonna meet for dinner? I can't on Friday. My band has a gig at 17's Bar. Sunday?"

"Sunday sounds good. Can I come to your gig on Friday?"

"Sure. I'll reserve you a seat."

"Thanks."

"I really have to go." Kurt stood up and threw his mug into a trash can. "It was nice. Next time I'll stick around for little longer. I promise."

"Can I walk you to the class? I'm free for another hour."

"Okay. I have Basics of Scene and Costume Design. It's in building D."

"Wow. I wouldn't even think about signing up for that course. I have Survey of Arts Management as an elective this semester. It's very interesting and not too stressful."

"I was an intern for Vogue dot com two years ago. I like designing. It's not stressful at all for me."

"NO WAY! I love Vogue!"

"I'll tell you all about it on Sunday."

"Can't wait."

"Me neither."