"To be honest with you, I would say this is actually the best part of the night"

Kurt blushed to his roots at Blaine's statement, even though he knew it was true for himself, to hear Blaine echo his feelings was just amazing, making his heart flutter in his chest, like a butterfly trying to take flight. Deciding they would have plenty of time to discuss exactly what that statement meant, he changed the subject

"Well, Mr Anderson, I must admit that your opening was a resounding success, but I must admit, if you can't make me a traditional cup of Italian coffee, you will have already lost one very faithful customer"

"Challenge on, Mr Hummel, why don't you take a seat and I will go and prepare the best cup of coffee you have ever tasted."

Kurt raised his eyebrow at Blaine, smiling as he walked back to the kitchen and disappeared out of sight. Kurt took this as an opportunity to try and shake some of the anxiety out of himself, throwing his arms around like a madman, the adrenaline was certainly pumping through his veins.

"How is it, I always seem to walk in on you acting like a crazy man throwing your arms around?"

Crap, he didn't think about the possibility of Blaine coming back in, lowering his arms to a more socially acceptable height, he fought a blush again, biting his lip as he turned around to find a smirking Blaine in the doorway.

"Um, you see, the cool exterior you have seen before, that's not really me, I'm actually a completely socially awkward dork, so if you want to run away now, I don't blame you"

Kurt finished his little statement with a weak chuckle, trying to show that he didn't care what Blaine did, when in actual fact he was praying Blaine wouldn't run away screaming.

"Hmm, a socially awkward dork huh? Well, lucky for you that is just my type"

With that Blaine turned on his heel and went back into the kitchen, leaving Kurt, once again with his mouth open gawping at the place where Blaine was stood not two seconds before. Kurt regained some composure, deciding to take a seat at one of the many tables, one that didn't have any empty glasses or plates in it, and sat patiently waiting for Blaine.

A few minutes passed, Kurt checking his phone for something to do with his hands, he didn't know why he was so nervous, this was Blaine, adorable, neighbour Blaine, friend Blaine. Answering a few texts, although if you asked him later on what he had said, he wouldn't be able to tell you for all the money in the world. Blaine came back in, steaming mug in hand a few moments later.

"Here is your expertly made coffee, Monsieur Hummel" Blaine was adorably trying to do a french accent, as rubbish as it was, Kurt was grateful for it, it completely broke the tension of the room.

"Merci, ça sent incroyable" (Thank you, it smells amazing)

"Wow, you speak French huh? Way to make a guy feel inadequate!"

Blaine sat down opposite Kurt, crossing his legs one over another, and leaning over to stir some sugar into his coffee, licking the spoon and resting it on the table afterwards, totally distracting Kurt from responding to Blaine's obvious question.

"Guh, uh, um, yeah, I mean, no, I mean, yes, I do speak French, but I didn't mean to make you feel inadequate, you could never be inadequate, to me I mean"

Kurt nearly smacked himself with how lame he knew he sounded.

"Well, thanks, I appreciate it, now, why don't you tell me about your day, you pretty much saw mine"

They chatted for a while, Kurt filling him in on all the wacky customers of the day, Blaine laughing in all the right places, a look of pure adoration on his face. Neither was paying attention to what time it was, or how much time had passed since everyone had left after the opening.

"So, after the mix up with Cooper, you know I don't have a boyfriend, but what about you? Any secret hunks in your life?" Kurt couldn't help but notice the way Blaine's eyes lit up at the question, he was clearly interested in what Kurt had to say, waiting for his answer.

"No, no secret hunks hiding in my apartment, I'm afraid. Very much free and single, although not necessarily unhappy, I have some pretty good friends"

Kurt was pulling out the 101 of flirting, making sure he emphasized certain words and bit his lip, stretched his legs out every so often so Blaine could see just how long they were, he was under no illusion that these were one of his best features. The techniques did seem to be working, Blaine was staring at him with a love that could only be described as lust.

"That's good to know, wouldn't want some hidden bunny boiler now would we"

Kurt was sure by now that Blaine at least was attracted to him, whether he would want anything more than a quick kiss and a fumble remained to be seen, but of what he knew of him so far, he didn't seem like that kind of guy.

"Listen, Kurt, maybe I'm being a bit forward here, but I really like you, more than just a neighbour, and more than just a friend. I know I haven't necessarily got a lot to offer you, I work long hours and will more than likely stink of garlic and tomatoes half the time, but I can offer you some amazing italian coffee."

Kurt wasn't sure whether to scream, cry, laugh or what, so he ended up doing a really weird combination of all three, fully embarrassing himself in front of Blaine, yet again.

"Oh God, that was embarrassing, but I'm too happy right now to actually care"

Kurt reached across the table, taking a risk, but still, he just couldn't help it, Blaine's hand was lay there so innocently on the table. He grabbed it, running his thumb delicately over the surface of his knuckles.

"Blaine, listen, I have never really had, well this, before. I am terrified of screwing our friendship up, so if we do decide to make whatever this is, work, then I want to make sure we promise that no matter what happens, we will always remain friends, deal?"

Blaine looked at him over his facial expression difficult to read, Kurt's heart nearly stopped when Blaine stood up, he was terrified he had screwed everything up.