When Blaine's alarm went off early on Friday morning, he groaned and turned over, wishing he hadn't taken a job at a coffee shop of all places, where he'd have to get up early for work. As much as he needed the money, he was starting to think that this just wasn't worth it, and it was only his third day. The only upside was that he hadn't been out late like he had been the past few days. He rolled out of bed and jumped in the shower, hoping the water would wake him up. Thankfully, it did, and he was out his apartment door and on his way to work at about 5:45, also thankful that it was only a fifteen minute walk there.

When Blaine had thought about where he'd be in three years during high school, he didn't see himself where he was now. But he wasn't complaining. Blaine loved living in New York, and he was thankful that he was able to live in such a beautiful city and play music, like he had always wanted to. He was also glad that he had made a few new friends since moving away from Ohio, along with keeping his friend and fellow Warbler, Trent, as a roommate since moving.

Blaine walked down the sidewalk, breathing in the crisp fall air, a messenger bag tossed over one shoulder and a thermos of his own coffee in his right hand, and hoped that work wouldn't be too busy. When he walked inside his coworker and friend, Melissa, was smiling brightly at him, "Good morning Blaine."

He smiled at her, "Good morning."

"Is this your first early morning shift?" She asked as she handed him his apron.

Blaine yawned as he set his things in the back room, "Yeah."

"Alright, well then I get to teach you how to open the store!" He couldn't help but wonder exactly how she was so perky, but just went along with it.

By eight, it was pretty busy, and Melissa had Blaine taking orders as she made drinks. For the most part, his morning was going by smoothly and he hoped that the next four hours of his shift would be just as easy. As he waited for someone to decide what to order, he noticed two people arguing toward the back of the line, and was immediately glad that they had caught his attention. One of them was a girl – a brunette who looked about his age, with straight across bangs and a bright yellow peacoat on.

It wasn't the girl that had caught his eye though, it was the boy she was arguing with. He was tall and slender and wearing a long brown sweater with some black skinny jeans and tall black boots. His hair was light brown and groomed perfectly, unlike Blaine who had just gotten out of the shower and let his curly hair dry however it wanted without so much as touching any gel. He instantly felt insecure just looking at this boy because he was completely immaculate, from his hair down to the toes of his boots. That, and he was undeniably cute.

Blaine hadn't noticed that the pair had stopped arguing as he had been staring and instead were waiting patiently in line. The girl seemed to feel his gaze, because she nudged the boy and then they were both looking his way, and the boy's eyes met his own. Blaine's heart seemed to stop for a second when their eyes met because God, his eyes. They were so blue and-

"Excuse me?" The person standing in front of him brought Blaine out of his daydream and he turned his head quickly to look at him, "I'm ready to order." Blaine took his order and the order of the person after him without glancing back at the end of the line again because he had definitely head the girl giggling, and he was positive that she was giggling because he had been starting, and couldn't risk looking up for fear that the boy was looking at him again.

Blaine took two more orders, and when he looked up to take his third, he jumped slightly because it was the pair he had been staring at standing in front of him. The boy smiled softly at him, "Hey new guy," When Blaine didn't say anything in return, he continued, "You are new, right?"

Blaine shook his head, feeling stupid for not responding, "Yeah. Yeah, I'm new. I started on Wednesday."

The boy smiled knowingly, "I figured. Well new guy, I'll get a grande nonfat mocha, and she'll get a grande white mocha."

"Anything else?" Blaine asked as he typed the order into the computer.

When he looked back up, the boy in front of him was grinning slightly, "Nope, that's it. Keep the change." He handed him a ten then walked to a table and sat down with the girl. Now, Blaine had met quite a few cute boys since he had moved to New York (hell, he even dated some of them) but this boy was definitely attractive. As he made their drinks, Blaine had to stop himself from staring in their direction.

"He was totally checking you out," Rachel whispered as her and Kurt sat down at their normal spot, making sure that the guy who had taken their order couldn't hear her.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Oh whatever. You always say that." Kurt was starting to get sick of Rachel trying to be his wingman everywhere they went.

"Maybe because it's true," Rachel said smiling, "But really, he was totally eyeing you."

"That's cool," Kurt replied, "Need I remind you that I have a boyfriend?"

Rachel shrugged, "I know. But it's not like your boyfriend would be able to do anything about a cute barista checking you out."

Kurt laughed, "Whatever Rachel." When he heard him call their coffee orders, he glanced at Rachel, who nodded in the direction of the counter, telling him to go get it. "Seriously?" He whispered harshly and when she didn't move, he stood and walked over to get their coffee. "Thanks, new guy," Kurt said, smiling at the curly haired boy behind the counter, who smiled in return. Okay, so he was pretty cute, but there was no way he was going to let Rachel know that he thought so, or he'd never hear the end of it.

It was noon when Blaine was finally off of work. He went to grab his things out of the back room, where Melissa was sitting, taking her break and texting someone. As much as he was going to regret it, he wanted to ask her something. "Melissa?"

She looked up from her phone and smiled at him, "Yes?"

Blaine looked down at his feet, "You know those two people that I helped earlier?"

"Wow, that's really specific, Blaine, which ones?" She joked, setting her phone down and looking at him.

He sighed, "The two right at the end of our rush this morning? There was a brunette girl and a boy…"

"The guy who kept calling you New Guy?" Melissa asked, smiling at the thought.

Blaine laughed a little, "Yeah, them. Do you know them?"

She shrugged, "I don't know them, but they're regulars. The girl's name is Rachel. I think she goes to school around here. I don't remember the guy's name though."

"Oh," Blaine replied, not bothering to hide his disappointment. Though he wasn't sure what knowing the guy's name was going to do for him. He was just curious.

Melissa's eyes widened, "Oh my god, you totally think he's cute, don't you?"

"Well, I-"

"I could talk to him for you, if you want," Melissa cut him off, getting excited.

Blaine laughed, "No, it's fine. That would probably creep him out. Plus I doubt he even-"

"Oh, he's totally gay, if that's what you were about to say," She said, cutting him off again.

Blaine rolled his eyes, "It's fine, Mel. I was just curious is all."

Blaine was about to walk out of the back room when she spoke up again, "You know, if you want to know his name, you can always ask for it when he gives you his order…"

Blaine laughed again, "Thanks Melissa. I'll see you later."

As Blaine walked home, he couldn't help but want to kick himself for acting the way he did around that guy. He had never lost his cool around an attractive guy before, and he decided that the only reason he had was due to lack of sleep and the fact that it caught him off guard.

"How was work?" Trent asked when Blaine opened the door to their apartment. He was sitting on the couch reading, but looked up when Blaine walked in.

"Ugh, long," Blaine groaned, "I need a beer."

"Blaine, it's noon," Trent interjected, "And besides, you've only been twenty-one for a few months now. You're too young to be 'needing' a beer."

Blaine rolled his eyes at his comment, "Oh whatever. Are you hungry?"

"Already got food," He replied, "I got you a sandwich. It's in the fridge."

Blaine grinned, "Thank you!" He opened the fridge, grabbed the sandwich and a beer, and sat down at the table. He couldn't help but want to bring up the 'nonfat mocha' guy to Trent, and decided to as he swallowed a bite of his sandwich, "So there's a cute regular that comes into my work."

Trent chuckled, "Oh really?"

"Yup!" Blaine replied cheerfully, feeling much better having got some food and alcohol in him, "He gets a nonfat mocha, and he's basically perfect."

"And does nonfat mocha guy have a name?" He asked, chuckling a bit and shutting his book.

"Nope," Blaine replied, taking a drink, "Well, yeah. I mean, of course he does. I just don't know it yet."

Trent couldn't help but laugh as he stood up to get himself a beer, "You're such a puppy sometimes, Anderson."

Blaine laughed too, "Well that book seemed boring, so I figured I'd tell you about my day."

"Hmm… And are we going to talk to nonfat mocha guy?"

Blaine shrugged, "I don't know. We'll see."

Trent rolled his eyes, "Please don't tell me you're always going to be this weird when you get up early. Because if so, you're quitting that job."

Blaine pretended to gasp dramatically, "I can't quit now! I don't even know the cute guy's name yet!"

"I'm really glad I have you around, or I'd have no entertainment." He commented, taking a drink of his beer.

Blaine grinned in return and continued, "He kept calling me 'New Guy'. Do you think he was flirting with me?"

"Maybe," Trent mused, leaning on the counter and taking a sip of his beer, "Or, you know, he was pointing out the fact that you're new."

Blaine shook his head, "I dunno. Maybe you'll have to come to work with me some day so you can tell me, because Melissa was no help."

"I think I'll have to pass," Trent replied, "As fun as going to work with you sounds, I think you can figure this out on your own."

Blaine shrugged, "Your loss."

"How do you even know if he's gay?" Trent asked, crossing the room to sit back down, and Blaine followed him, "I don't really think that ordering a nonfat mocha necessarily tells you anything about his sexuality."

"Melissa said he was," Blaine replied simply, sitting down on the couch with him.

Trent laughed, "And when do you work again?"

"Sunday afternoon," Blaine said, smiling.

"Well, let me know if you see nonfat mocha guy, okay?"

Blaine laughed, "Oh trust me, I will."

Though Blaine was treating the situation like a joke, he really was quite interested in his mystery customer. He had been single for a while, and for all he knew, this new guy could be a good prospect boyfriend. He had to admit that he was excited to see him again.