Blaine sat at the local coffee shop, anxiously waiting for his mystery date to arrive. He had reluctantly given in to Santana's pleas for him to start dating again, but now he thought about just leaving, for he had a gut feeling this wouldn't go as planned. His chequered past left little to be desired, seeing as how he'd never been particularly good when it came to his relationships with other men. He didn't see how this situation would be any different. To no avail he'd already downed three cups of coffee in his attempt to calm his frazzled nerves.

"I really wish I wasn't gay right now..." Blaine muttered under his breath, taking another sip of his coffee that was growing increasingly cold in the duration of his wait. Why had Santana thought this would work? He supposed it was her last ditch attempt to get him to put himself out there for someone before he gave up altogether. He shook his head in contempt, closed his eyes and rubbed his hands over his face. He sighed heavily, instantly regretting his decision to stay, for doom loomed over his head in their impending date. But no more than a second later, he felt a hand gently touch his shoulder, jolting him back to reality.

"Blaine?"

A soft, melodic, perfect voice.

He slowly lifted his head, bracing himself for whatever was to come. But the instant he looked up, his feelings of worry and doubt flew out the window, for this person was clearly not what he expected. He gazed at him, entranced, wondering how someone could be so gorgeous. Coiffed hair, lakewater blue green eyes, a cute button turned up nose and pale skin.

He silently thanked Santana for this one.

The young man extended his hand, which Blaine gladly took as he smiled nervously. "My name’s Kurt."

Kurt gave him a reassuring smile that was all lips and no teeth and made his nose crinkle in its affect. It was the most adorable thing Blaine had yet to see and they weren’t even five minutes in. There was something about Kurt that he couldn’t quite put his finger on but whatever it was, it had the butterflies in his stomach doing backflips.

Now that's just too easy.

Blaine laughed lightly, motioning for Kurt to sit down. "Kurt, huh?" Blaine said, as Kurt shook his head yes in response. "You aren't exactly what I pictured."
Kurt cocked his head in adorable confusion. "In a good or bad way?"

"Definitely good."

Kurt grinned back at him, accepting the coffee Blaine held out to him and offered his thanks in return. "Generally on blind dates I'll just leave my car idling at the curb."

"Smart. Or better yet, have a friend call your cell like fifteen minutes into the date. If the guy's a zero, just pretend there's been a terrible accident and make your excuse to go the hospital."

Kurt giggled, another irresistibly adorable thing he'd done to make Blaine gaze at him dreamily, resting his chin in his palm as he listened to him talk. He may have been biased though, because everything about Kurt was adorable. "Wow, that's not obvious at all."

Blaine shrugged nonchalantly and took another sip of his coffee admiring Kurt from where he sat across from him. Kurt dressed simply that day; dark wash jeans that hugged in all the right places, a white dress shirt with a navy vest draped over it and a matching tie, his ensemble complete with a dark scarf. "You know, I almost didn't text you."

"Yeah? Why not?"

"Fix up by my angsty, lesbian best friend?" Blaine replied, raising one triangular eyebrow at Kurt over his lid. "Hardly an incentive to take a chance on her word."

"Well, for what it's worth, I'm glad you decided to give it a try," Kurt flashed him a genuine smile across the table. He furrowed his brow in contemplation as a thought came to him. "Wait, you're definitely not straight, right?"

“I am definitely gay,” Blaine raised an eyebrow again. "Why?"

"It just so happens that I've been set up with a straight guy before. I just want to make sure this isn't one of those times, because I'd be seriously disappointed if it was."

Blaine’s grin was so wide, he thought it might jump off of his face if it got any bigger, happily surprised and pleased that Kurt seemed to be taking a liking to him. Kurt was... well, he was certainly mesmerizing. "Well, I'd only be straight if men turned into women, and I don’t mean in a transsexual way... Or, for that matter, cross dressing."

Kurt scoffed, his eyes widening at Blaine's comments. "I gather you're not a fan of the fashion industry and those who work in it, am I right? Especially those who gravitate more towards women’s clothing."

Blaine groaned inwardly. "Not particularly. I have a certain fashion taste and I’ve never really felt the need to wear anything that isn’t for my gender. I mean, I've been gay for a very long time, but I have not and will not ever dress up in drag. If I wanted to be with someone who cross dressed, I'd be with a woman. Simple as that," he continued as Kurt listened in awe. "I'm a little picky, I guess, when it comes to who I date."

Kurt was beginning to become uncomfortable with everything that was coming out of Blaine’s mouth, and he had to work hard to control his rising temper. "Have you ever even dated someone who didn’t have the fashion sense of someone from the fifties? You know someone who wasn’t so fond of bowties and pants that don’t go past bare ankles?" Kurt questioned defensively, crossing his arms over his chest.

Blaine glanced down at his outfit he picked out, frowning, and noticed how Kurt had bristled at his past words, and Blaine suddenly got the feeling he'd said something wrong. "I suppose I’m just used to being with someone that dresses a certain way?"

"I see."

"Well, I have had, like, three medium drips so I might be having a teensy case of caffeine rage at the moment," Blaine smiled at Kurt weakly, hoping that was enough to save him from demise.

Kurt scoffed again, leaned back in his chair, and attempted to control his anger. There was much Blaine didn't know about him yet, and he was continuously making an ass out of himself. Little did he know, it was at Kurt's expense.

Kurt pretended to glance down at his pocket where his phone was located and pulled it out. "Hospital calling."

Blaine’s brows drooped in confusion. Was Kurt trying to be funny? "I didn't hear it ring."

"It's on vibrate."

Blaine laughed at what he assumed was Kurt's humor over their jokes earlier, and not an attempt to worm his way out of this disastrous date. Kurt's eyes widened in fake dramatic shock. "What? There's been an accident?" Kurt hung up the phone and turned to Blaine, pursing his lips into a small, polite smile. "Sorry, I have to go."

Blaine’s eyes grew impossibly wide in surprise as Kurt stood to go. He caught Kurt's arm gently, stopping him briefly. "I'm sorry, did I - did I offend you?"

"You take care," Kurt replied, giving Blaine another small smile and walked away, leaving behind a bemused Blaine.

What the hell was that?