Kurt told Blaine his coffee order and stood there waiting, Blaine’s left hand still holding onto his right. He could feel Blaine’s callouses rubbing against his soft skin and for a moment he felt as if he could get use to the new sensation.

“Okay, we have our coffees.” Blaine announced, startling Kurt just slightly. “You okay?”

“I—yeah?” Kurt asked. “There’s an empty table in the back right corner. It’s always empty, always has been, but I’m not really sure because it’s just about the best seat in the house.” He finished with, slightly tugging on Blaine’s sleeve.

“Okay, let’s go.” Blaine said, chuckling.

When they had taken their seats and started silently sipping on their coffees, Kurt suddenly remembered that he was about to leave with his dad. Guilt suddenly coursed through him and he started frowning. He hung his head and had to push his dark shades up his nose so they wouldn’t fall off of his face. “Shit.”

“Wh—what’s wrong?” Blaine asked, reaching across the table to lightly touch Kurt’s hand that wasn’t holding his drink.

Kurt could feel heat rising to his face due to Blaine’s sign of affection. “I—uh, I just remembered that before you asked me to coffee, I was about to head home with my dad. I don’t know what got into me—I guess—do you think—oh never mind.” Kurt felt flustered and angry with himself. Embarrassed, too.

“Do I think what?”

Kurt hadn’t expected Blaine to ask him to further into his rambling. He felt even more embarrassed now; afraid Blaine was going to laugh in his face. “I was just wondering if you could maybe tell my dad that I’m having coffee with you… and that he can come get me later…” Kurt trailed off, scared of what Blaine might think of him. For a moment, he was glad he couldn’t see; he didn’t want to see the look on Blaine’s face.

Kurt wasn’t sure why he was so nervous. He wasn’t too sure why he cared so much about what Blaine thinks of him right now, they’ve barely had a real conversation, yet.

“Yeah, I’ll tell him. What’s his name? It won’t be hard finding him; this place is practically empty now.”

Shocked, Kurt sat there; mouth opened ready to speak, but closed it, then opened it again.

“Kurt?” Blaine pleaded.

“His names Burt.” Kurt finally managed to squeak out. He heard Blaine’s chair scratch against the floor. He breathed out a sigh of relief.

Why am I so nervous? Kurt thought to himself. He and Blaine have barely had a real conversation since they shook hands. But, Blaine has been so sweet to him,

and so affectionate, and Kurt was baffled. No one had ever shown him affection like that before, and he was stumped. Kurt didn’t even know what Blaine’s intentions are. He wasn’t sure if Santana had put him up to this, noticing how unhappy and lonely Kurt has been lately, or if Blaine just thinks he needs to be polite to Kurt because he’s blind. But, there was no denying the warmth he felt from Blaine’s littlest touch. Or the way he has to fight back a smile when he hears Blaine talk.

Kurt was pulled away from his thoughts when he heard footsteps approaching the table. He knew it was Blaine taking the seat across from him, and he smiled at him.

“So, what did my dad say?”

“Oh, he just said he’d be here to get you at nine… if that’s okay with you.” Blaine said, nerves taking him over.

He sat back down across from Kurt, perhaps the most beautiful person he’d ever seen, and looked down at his hands. Kurt nodded his head and said, “Perfectly fine. Did you find him easy enough?”

Chuckling, Blaine looked back to Kurt’s face. Kurt was smiling, and Blaine could see just a hint of his teeth. His face was slightly scrunched, too. “Mhm. Wasn’t too hard, he was the only person carrying a violin case.”

“Ah,” Kurt said, smiling a little more broadly.

They sat there for a few moments, unknowing of what they should speak about. Kurt shivered a little and grabbed for his coffee to try to warm himself up, but it had gone cold.

Blaine looked at Kurt and smiled, butterflies racing around in his stomach.

He stood up and shrugged off his jacket. Slowly, he walked around the round table, located in the corner of the shop, and draped it over Kurt’s slender shoulders. Blaine noticed Kurt stiffen slightly, but then relaxed. He stopped shivering immediately and Blaine’s heart melted at the slight smirk on Kurt’s lips.

“Thanks, but you didn’t have too,”

Blaine ducked his head, blushing and replied, “I know. But, you looked really cold, so.” He shrugged his shoulders, and then felt bad because he knew Kurt couldn’t see his actions.

He wasn’t sure what it was about Kurt, but he was intrigued by him all the same. The way his eyes scrunch when he smiles, the way his teeth are almost unseeing to everybody. The way he walks so carefully, but not full of fear—full of grace. The way he throws himself into his performances. Blaine laughed at himself silently because he had only seen Kurt preform once. Had barely had a solid conversation with him, and just met him not even twenty minutes ago.

His phone buzzed and he looked down at it. The name Cooper Anderson flashed on the screen with a tiny, closed, envelope indicating he had an unread message. He opened it and smiled.

How’s your date?? –Coop

Chuckling, Blaine replied back, but not before he stole a look Kurt’s way. Kurt was staring at Blaine, imagining what he looked like, and trying to hold back tears.

First off, it’s not a date. But, if it were, it’s going good. –B

Almost immediately, he received a text back.

Whatever, it’s a date. Have fun! –Coop

This time, Blaine couldn’t hide his laughter back as well as he had before. He saw Kurt’s eyebrows raise and a small smile tug at the corners of his lips.

“What’s so funny?”

“Oh nothing, really.” Blaine said, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

“I don’t believe you,” Kurt insisted, lifting his eyebrows again. Blaine smiled.

“I was just texting my brother. That’s all.”

Kurt nodded his head and Blaine felt sorry for him. Not being able to see must be horrible and sitting here with someone who can see must be even harder. “Hey, so tell me about yourself.” Blaine murmured.

The violinists’ face perked up a little and he smiled, his eyes scrunching up. Blaine let out a sigh of relief, knowing that Kurt’s happy. “Anything specific you want to know?”

Blaine shook his head, and then said, “Nope. Just whatever you feel comfortable telling me.”

Kurt let out a deep breath and told his story. “Well, my mother passed away when I was eight; so ten years ago. Me and my dad have a close relationship, and he means the world to me. I’m a senior and I occasionally sing with my schools glee club, but I’m in band with the other violinists. I write poetry, too, but not as much as I use too.” He trailed off, and used his index finger to draw little shapes on the table. “Parlez-moi de vous-même, Blaine.”

Blaine was pretty sure his mouth was hanging wide open. The most beautiful violinist was sitting in front of Blaine, speaking French. “I—uh—okay, um—“ He sputtered, looking around to see if anyone else noticed how nervous he was. He released a breath and started again, “I’m from Westerville, but me and my parents had many complications, so I moved here with my brother, Cooper. I’m supposed to be a junior, but I graduated early, and next fall I’m going to NYU to study Literature and Music. Like you, I write poetry, mostly lyrics, though, and I speak French and Italian.”

Again, Kurt’s eyebrows lifted and he smiled. Blaine felt something swell inside of him and he all of a sudden had a huge lump lodged in his throat. It was a smile of happiness for someone else, but a smile of sorrow, all the same.

“C—can I?” Blaine asked, reaching across the table and lightly grabbing the edge of Kurt’s black glasses.

Kurt gulped and he said, “Yes.”

He wrapped his fingers around the shades and pulled them off of Kurt’s pale, soft face. Kurt had his eyes closed and Blaine frowned slightly, but perked up when he saw them flutter open. Kurt’s eyes were a breathtaking blue, with swirls of green and brown and hazel mixed together by his pupil. If Blaine could sit there for hours and drown himself in the beautifulness that is Kurt, he would. No one can possibly be this perfect, can they? Blaine thought to himself as his rested a hand on Kurt’s face.

Kurt’s breath hitched and Blaine pulled away. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Kurt whispered. He grabbed the glasses and placed them back on his face.

They fell into a comfortable silence when Kurt’s phone started buzzing. He fished it out of his pocket and hit answer and said, “Hello?” into the receiver. He then looked over to Blaine’s general direction and said, “Sorry!”

“It’s fine.” Blaine replied.

He sat there messing with his now empty coffee cup while Kurt conversed with his father. “Okay, dad bye.” Kurt finished with his phone and put it back in its respective pocket. “My dad’s here.”

“Oh—ow!” Blaine whimpered slightly. He had jumped up so fast to help Kurt out of his seat, he hit his hip right against the table.

“Are you okay?” Kurt asked, pushing his seat back and standing up. He started shrugging Blaine’s jacket off his shoulders, but Blaine stopped him.

“Keep it for now. I don’t need it; I’ve got a sweater on. The shirt you’re wearing is possibly the thinnest thing around for miles.” Kurt chuckled and slipped the jacket on fully, warmth enveloping him. “Better?” Blaine asked once he saw the smile that had formed on Kurt’s face.

Kurt nodded and grabbed his cane. Blaine slipped his hand into Kurt’s once more and walked him outside where his father was waiting for him.

“I had a good time,” Blaine said.

“Yeah. Me too,” Kurt breathed. “We should do this again.”

After exchanging phone numbers, Kurt followed Burt to the car and hopped in. He smiled down at his phone even though he couldn’t see it.

Burt climbed into the drivers’ side of the vehicle and revved the engine. It started immediately and Kurt jumped slightly. He felt jumpy, and happy, and he still had a few butterflies flitting around in his stomach. “So, I guess tonight went good?” Burt grumbled as he pulled out of the Lima Bean and started driving for home.

“More like fantastic. I preformed what will most likely be my best performance ever, and I met a guy that makes me feel super happy.” Kurt squealed. His face reddened because he’s never really talked about his love life with his father, no matter how close they are. He’s always known Burt was never comfortable talking about it, and he respected that. But, it felt good saying that in his father’s presence.

“Well, Kurt, I’m happy you’re happy.”

After that, they sat in silence for the rest of the ten minute drive back to their home on Douglas Lane. Kurt remembered the light yellow color of the house, and the dark green trim along the outside. He remembered the flower garden him and his mother planted so long ago, that he still kept alive as a tradition. He sighed as memories of his mother flooded his mind. Keep strong, Kurt. He reminded himself. They finally arrived at their quant house, and he unbuckled and with Burt’s assistants, made it into the house without having to use his cane.

“Thanks dad, I got it from here. I love you.” He said, giving his dad a hug.

“Love you too, kiddo.”

Kurt, having to use his cane, made his way to his bedroom, still trying to piece together what Blaine looks like.