Media: Fanfic
Title: Live for the Moment
Authors: arcofrainbows & 14thfairytale (AKA bowtiewearingowl)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None really.
Word Count: 3,500+ (10,600+ so far)
Warnings: None
A/N: This will be updated every Wednesday and is nine parts long. It will be updated on , Scarves and Coffee, and Livejournal.

Summary: Kurt is about to make a big life decision when he receives a mysterious text warning him not to proceed. He then find out he is getting dating advice from himself—ten years in the future. (AU)

Chapter Three: Have Some Coffee

Kurt woke up that morning with a warm arm clamped around his waist. He took a moment to collect himself, trying to remember what he'd done last night. His mind reeled through the break up and all the way up to hopping into bed with Andrew. No, wait, Andy?

He could feel Andy breathing against his back and slowly slipped out from under the guy's arm. Carefully Kurt padded across the hard wood floor and slipped through the curtain that acted as a door. Santana and Quinn were at the table, clutching coffee mugs and looking bleary.

"Walk of shame. I'm so proud of you." Santana replied with a smirk to her lips. "How was he?"

Kurt slipped into a seat and kept his voice low. "Honestly?" The girls nodded. "Wasn't that good. But it felt so nice sleeping with someone that wasn't Patrick." The three of them paused before busting out laughing.

Once they calmed down, wiping away tears from their eyes, Kurt leaned forward to grin at the girls. "So did either of you get lucky?"

Quinn's eyes immediately slipped to Santana who grinned haughtily to score a guy at that bar.

"She was awesome." Santana preened.

"She? Really? At a gay bar? I was certain that you two had been the only girls there."

With a shrug Santana said, "She got lost."

Kurt shook his head at the woman as Quinn sipped her tea daintily, obscuring her Cheshire grin. "So, where is your walk of shame?"

"She went home to feed her cat. I'm-" Her proud and haughty look faltered, "taking her out for brunch."

Kurt's eyes widened, "You're seeing her again?" Santana turned her gaze away. "Oh my God! You are! I can't believe it."

"Oh, don't start happy sacks-"

There was a thump into the bedroom and all three jumped. They'd forgotten that Andy was still in there. "Oh God, I've never had to get rid of a one night stand!"

Santana rolled her eyes, "Don't worry, he's probably going to show himself out, he doesn't want to deal with the awkward either." The curtain was drawn and Kurt waited for something to happen, hoping that Andy would just leave. Instead he watched the confused expressions on his roommates' faces until a hand slipped down his naked chest. He jumped violently. "Hey baby. I had a great time last night."

Kurt's cheeks colored, "I, um, did too." Looking up he saw a dopey expression on Andy's face. Out of the corner of his eye he watched Quinn's eyes widened.

"Nice boxers." She said, trying to remain stoic.

Kurt cringed as he realized what she meant. Little crabs dotted the white fabric in a horribly familiar pattern.

Andy's expression brightened, "Thanks! They're one of my favorite pairs. Whimsical, you know." Quinn nodded and glanced to Santana, who looked horrified. "I'm Andy."

Quinn nodded to him. "I'm Quinn, this is Santana."

"Nice to meet you. So, baby, I was thinking that we could go out to the museum and then maybe grab dinner?" Andy murmured in his ear, running his palm over the flat of Kurt's stomach.

Kurt flinched and stared wide-eyed at the girls, desperately trying to find a way out of this situation. "Oh, Andy, I'm not so sure that would be a good idea." He turned to look up at the other men. "I'm getting out of a bad relationship and I don't think I'm ready to get into another one. I'm sorry Andy."

Andy's expression was hard to read but he leaned back, dragging his hand back up. "I understand baby. Let me grab my stuff." Kurt nodded and waited until he was sure that Andy was in the room before letting his head fall down against the table. "Oh my God," he murmured.

Quinn slapped his arm, "Look alive, he's coming back."

They hurried out of their seats to follow him out the front door. Andy slipped into his clunky car that had looked a lot sleeker in the night time. He turned to call to Kurt as he left," You know my number. Call when you want to hook up again or go out."

Kurt leaned on the railing of the porch while Santana hoisted herself up to sit on there and watch the guy. He waved to Andy and grabbed his phone as the guy drove away. Once he was around the corner Santana chuckled darkly. "Well, that was entertaining. I'm going to go take a shower. If you need me, don't come and track me down."

Quinn watched her go back inside and turned back to Kurt, "So, you're now a single man and it's a weekend day. What is your plan?"

"Burn my sheets and then get dressed." He told her, glancing down at his phone and sending off a message.

To unknown: That was probably one of the most mortifying episodes of my life ever.

From unknown: Yes, but now it's over and you can have some coffee.

Quinn chuckled and hugged him tightly around the neck. "That sounds like a plan. I think I'm going to go back to bed because I didn't get much sleep seeing as I have the middle room and both of my roommates were having sex." Kurt's face blanched.

"Oh god, Quinn. I am so sorry!"

She shook her head. "It's no problem. I was able to put in my headphones and finish watching a few of my shows. But for now, I sleep." She kissed his cheek and went back into the house. Kurt looked down at his phone and leaned against the white post.

To unknown: I just had coffee.

From unknown: Not now, later. Tonight, at that place Blaine told you to try out. Right now you have work to do.

To unknown: You are so strange sometimes.

From unknown: You're preaching to the choir.

Kurt went back inside the house and returned to his room to survey the damage. The bed was mussed of course and sheets thrown everywhere. It made him cringe slightly but he set to work getting rid of the evidence of the night earlier. Once his room was clean again he turned to his paperwork and his own designs.

It felt nice to work. He missed it and it was so nice to focus on anything other than love, sex, relationships, and future selves.

He worked for hours even though it felt like a few minutes. Quinn woke up around two in the afternoon and Santana slipped out a little before that with her blonde. At five his phone went off.

From unknown: Don't forget, you have a coffee date.

To unknown: With whom?

From unknown: With destiny. Now put on a proper pair of jeans and get going.

Kurt sighed at his phone and moved to his closet. He was starting to worry about his sanity since he was taking cues from his future self. He did as he was told and put on an actual outfit and did his hair and everything else before slipping out into the living room.

Quinn was settled on the couch looking at her computer with a deep scowl on her face. "Want to get coffee with me?" He asked, leaning over the back.

She sighed and looked up at him tiredly. "I wish. Could you bring me back something strong with a lot of caffeine? That would be amazing. I need it to help me figure out how a kid could think that Napoleon Bonaparte is our current president."

He kissed the top of her head. "Got it, will do. See you in a little bit. Don't think too hard." Kurt patted her shoulder and left the room. He walked to the coffee shop seeing as it wasn't too far away from his place with the girls. The clear twilight air helped him think and breath and it felt wonderful.

When he got there the sounds of a guy playing piano and the scents of coffee filled his nose. His eyes scanned the room and immediately stopped on a dark haired head that looked incredibly familiar. He hurried forward and got close enough to ask, "Blaine?"

Blaine was seated at an angle so his legs were stretched out in front of him and he was sipping his coffee daintily. The man jumped at the sound of his name and turned to look at Kurt. Almost immediately Blaine's face broke out into a smile, "Hey! Kurt right?" Kurt nodded and pointed to the chair next to him before sitting down. "How did your night at the bar go?"

Kurt shrugged, "Eh. Okay, I guess. I can't believe you remember that."

"Well, the way your friend asked me about a good bar to visit was definitely one to remember." Blaine replied with a brilliant smile.

Kurt's head fell back against the chair and he curled his knees up to his chest, "I don't know if I really should talk about this. I mean, we really only officially met yesterday. Wouldn't it be really weird?"

A small smile quirked Blaine's lips up, "Well, let's pretend that we've known each other for years."

"Why don't we try talking first?" Kurt decided that since he had Blaine there, what better reason to get to know the guy that he'd been obsessing over from afar? "So, you're a student? Or what?"

Blaine sighed and rolled his head toward Kurt, "I am a student of music. Teaching, I think. I don't know if education is really how I want to go, but I guess that's where I am now, especially since it's my last year. And you? You obviously work somewhere fashionable since I see you all dressed up whenever you walk by the store."

Kurt's eyes widened. "You've seen me?"

"Of course. It's hard to miss you. You pull focus. So, are you a fashion designer? A student?" He leaned forward to sit close to Kurt and he was suddenly very aware of how well Blaine's lashes surrounded his eyes and accentuated them.

Kurt couldn't remember the last time that someone had ever been that focused on him. "I'm an assistant, but I'm desperately working on becoming a designer."

"Really? Are you any good?"

"I'd hope so!" Kurt replied haughtily. "I'll have to show you some time."

Blaine's lips quirked up into a grin. "I'd love that."

Kurt took the second to think and sip his coffee. He realized then that he really liked Blaine. He was sweet and cute and kind of suave in his own sort of way, but the gel needed to go. "Tell me, were you planning on meeting here when you told me to come by at this time?"

Blaine mulled over the question. "You know, I didn't really plan on it but hey, happy coincidence." He laughed brightly and then gestured around the room. "So, what do you think? Pretty place huh?"

"Really pretty. I can't believe I've never been here before." Kurt sighed, picking at the cookie that Blaine pushed his way.

"It's only going to be this pretty for another ten or so minutes though."

Kurt's eyebrows rose. "And why is that?"

Blaine only grinned. "You'll see. So, now that we've gotten to know one another, tell me about your evening."

Kurt's eyebrows narrowed, "Well, aren't you the pushy type." Blaine waggled his eyebrows at him and Kurt couldn't help but laugh before continuing. "Well, I met a guy-"

"Oh. And?"

"Then he turned creepy and wouldn't leave. He also had crabs on his boxers."

Blaine's triangular eyebrows shot straight up, "Crabs?"

Kurt leaned forward, "Y'know, like the little red ones with the claws? He called it whimsical." He cringed. "My ex had the same pair. I think that's a warning." Blaine laughed brightly and the sound made Kurt's own expression turn up into a smile until a thought hit him. "You don't judge me for the one night stand, do you?"

Blaine shrugged and continued to smile. "Not for me to judge." Kurt sighed, his shoulders slumping. "And I completely understand what you're going through. Happened to me with my ex but honestly, school and work don't give me enough time to really focus on anything more than a quick rebound sex one time."

"That… and watching the Barista." Kurt added, nodding to the guy behind the counter. "He's cute."

"He's also straight and taken. But he makes one hell of a medium drip. Want one?" Blaine tipped his cup towards the counter. "My treat for your newfound singleness." He grinned at Kurt cheerfully. "And don't say no. Maybe I can even convince you to share a cookie with me? They're organic."

Kurt was smiling so hard that his cheeks hurt and he could only force himself to nod quickly. Blaine got up and moved to the counter, leaning over it in a way that really brought attention to his ass—which was really nice. God, did breaking up turn him into a sex maniac or what?

Blaine returned a moment later and handed Kurt a coffee cup. "Piping hot and tasty. Also, a cookie."

"Great! Thank you," Kurt said, taking the cup and plate. He set it between them and took the second while Blaine was sipping his coffee to take in Blaine's hard jaw line and sloping nose. He looked absolutely attractive. Kurt couldn't ever believe that some guy had given him up.

Blaine looked over at Kurt and nodded, "What do you think?"

"It's wonderful. Thank you."

"No problem."

He paused before sitting straighter and leaning toward Kurt. "So, I have been trying to figure this out. You may look the part of a New Yorker but you don't seem to have the accent quite yet. Where are you from? No, wait, let me guess. Um, California?"

Kurt shook his head. "A lot more east. Think obscure."

"Crap, um, obscure? Wyoming? No, you're not a cowboy. Wisconsin? Probably not. Tennessee? Oh wait! Ohio?"

"Ding ding ding!"

Blaine's eyes widened, "Ohio? Really? You're kidding."

Kurt tilted his head to the side. "Why? Don't tell me that you're from Ohio or something?" Blaine had dissolved into giggles and instead settled for nodding through his laughter. "You're kidding! Where?"

"Westerville. I graduated from Dalton academy." Blaine said, finally calming down. "You?"

"McKinley in Lima. Small world, huh?" Kurt asked, leaning forward. Blaine looked on the verge of replying when the doors to the front flew open and an influx of kids came in. "Wow! This place got very crowded very fast." He called, trying to get close enough so that Blaine could hear him.

A blush spread over his cheeks as Blaine brought his mouth close to Kurt's ear. "This is what I was saying earlier about it only being pretty for another ten minutes. Wanna get out of here?" Kurt pulled back and grinned, nodding. He followed Blaine out into the cool air, taking in the busy New York street. They fell in side by side, walking down the sidewalk. "They're college freshmen from the Pratt Institute. Apparently it's a group of friends that come in together after studying together."

"You're pretty knowledgeable about them huh?" Kurt shoved his hands into his pocket and watched Blaine walk next to him. It was strange seeing the guy out of his work clothes and standing beside him. He hadn't realized that Blaine was that short until they were actually walking and Blaine wasn't standing up straight.

Blaine shrugged and chuckled. "One of the girls tried to hit on me. She looked incredibly put out when I told her I wasn't straight."

"Does that happen to you a lot?" Kurt asked, "Being mistaken for straight?"

Crossing one leg in front of another as he walked Blaine bobbled his head back and forth, "Sometimes. But that's with people I don't know. I, um," He scratched his head and laughed, "had this weird thing where I attempted to be straight for a week and then realized I was 100% gay. Now people who know me can't help but see this flashing neon sign above my head that says 'gay gay gay'."

"I thought I was the only one." Kurt replied, dancing around so he was walking backward, facing Blaine. "Good to know."

Blaine stopped under a lamp light, grinning from ear to ear to Kurt. "You know, I'm glad you came to the coffee shop tonight."

"I'm glad too. I mean, I see you almost every day on my way to work and it's amazing that we've only just met." Kurt replied, leaning his shoulder against the post. He tilted his head against the metal and found that he couldn't stop smiling at the other guy. He was sweet and cute and Kurt felt great around him.

It took him a moment to realize that Blaine was grinning back and ducked his head. "So, I had a nice time."

"I did too. But my place was a block that way." Blaine jerked his thumb behind his shoulder back the way they'd come. "I probably should go back. My roommate is probably looking to be fed."

Kurt's eyebrows lifted. "Your roommate?"

"Yeah. He's, um, demanding and obsessed with fish and I'm apparently the only one who can prepare his food the way he likes."

Kurt felt his heart sink. "Oh, so you live with someone?" Was roommate codename for 'boyfriend'? He forced himself to not start freaking out.

Blaine chuckled and swung a little closer. "Well, if I can speak in confidence, roommate is codename for my," he leaned closer and whispered, "cat."

Kurt's eyebrows shot up, "Oh, cat?" Giggles bubbled up in his chest. "You're a cat person? I didn't even see a speck of hair on your shirt."

"I go through at least three lint rollers per week. Anyway, I really should go, as much as I'd love to continue to stay out all night chatting with you. Maybe… would it be too weird for me to ask for your number?" Kurt noticed as he asked that, his nose crinkled up and his eyes squinted. Before Blaine could even take another breath Kurt's hand was out, waiting for Blaine's phone. He programmed his number in and handed it back.

"So, call me or text me when you get the chance and I'll put you in my phone." Kurt offered with a grin. "Okay?"

Blaine pocketed his phone. "That sounds great. Talk to you later." His hand reached up to squeeze Kurt's shoulder.

"Night." Kurt murmured, watching as Blaine turned to go back the opposite direction. He caught himself staring at Blaine's walk and forced himself to continue down the street. His phone went off in his pocket and he pulled it out.

From 1-718-555-8942: I hope you get home safe? Blaine

Kurt grinned and texted back.

To Blaine: You too, okay?

He was walking up the stairs to his home when he got a picture message of a small brick apartment with a light in the window silhouetting a cat's figure.

From Blaine: Told you my roommate would be waiting for me to get home.

Kurt opened the door and slipped in, leaning his back against the closed door. He grinned at his phone and was about to reply when he heard a throat clearing in the doorway. "And where have you been young man. I didn't think that coffee could take almost two hours to drink." Quinn's voice said, clear in the darkness.

Tucking his phone away quickly Kurt pushed off the door, "Would it make you feel any better if I was having coffee with a cute guy?"

"Who?" Quinn asked, rushing forward to grab his shoulders.

"Blaine. Who is plum crazy about organic food."

In the shadows Kurt saw Quinn's eyebrows shoot up, "Whole foods guy? How was it?"

"Simple. Nice. Fun. He's sweet." Kurt tried to contain his giddiness.

"Are you seeing him again?" She asked, linking arms. Kurt only shrugged.

"I hope so. But right now he's just the awesome guy that I had coffee with. And now I'm tired."

Quinn nodded and kissed his temple. "Sounds good. Love you. Sleep well, okay?" He nodded and slipped off to his room as his phone buzzed.

From unknown: Don't forget to tell Blaine you got home safe and sound. If you don't he may stay up worrying all night long.

To unknown: What makes you think that?

From unknown: Just a hunch. Get some rest, as I recall the big proposal meeting is tomorrow and you really don't want to be late.

Before he could put his phone away Kurt made sure to send off one last text message.

To Blaine: As it turns out one half of my roommate set was waiting up for me too. Gotta love living with a school teacher. I'm off to dreamland for some beauty rest before my meeting tomorrow.

As he was crawling into his sheets he received one more message and fell asleep clutching his phone and grinning from ear to ear.

From Blaine: You'll knock 'em dead, whoever they are. Night :)