"Bathroom!" Trent called back and poked his head into the hallway, "How was work?"

Blaine dropped his messenger bag at the door and made his way down the hallway, "It was awesome. I have a story for you." When he glanced into the bathroom, Trent was adjusting a bowtie around his neck. Blaine looked him up and down, "You look nice. Where are you going?"

"I have that showcase tonight, remember?" Trent was going to school for music, and Blaine always seemed to forget when he had a concert or a musical or whatever.

"Oh yeah," Blaine replied, smiling.

"Did you want to come?" Trent asked, glancing at him again

"Sure! It sounds fun."

Trent laughed a little at how excited Blaine sounded, "Alright, I know you're dying to tell me about your day, so what happened? Did you see nonfat mocha guy?"

Blaine grinned and had to contain himself from jumping up and down like a little girl, "Yes! And nonfat mocha guy has a name now."

"What is it?" Trent asked, humoring Blaine as he made his way down the hallway and to the living room so he could put his shoes on.

"Kurt," Blaine replied, smiling, "And he asked me for my name. And he used my phone charger."

"Wow, how romantic," Trent teased, tying his shoe.

"Oh shut up," Blaine said, sitting down next to him, "I know I'm acting like a little kid, but it's been a long time since I've been even remotely interested in someone."

"I know," Trent replied, "But I swear, if I see you cuddling with that phone charger, I'm staging an intervention."

Blaine rolled his eyes, "Whatever."

"But really," Trent said and looked at Blaine, suddenly serious "I'm glad you're interested in someone. But I just don't want to see you get hurt like the last time, okay? You don't even know if this guy is available."

Blaine sighed, "I know. I'll be careful." He couldn't stop his mind from drifting to the last person he dated. He had met Shawn when he first moved to New York, right after high school, and he had thought he was the one, until he found out (on Valentine's day of all days) that Shawn had a boyfriend and that he was cheating on that boyfriend with him. He shook the thought from his head, though. It was in the past, and that was exactly where it was going to stay.

"But other than that," Trent said, standing, "I'm glad you talked to nonfat mocha guy-"

"Kurt," Blaine interjected, standing as well.

"Right. I'm glad you talked to Kurt today."

Blaine smiled, "Thanks, Trent."

After their talk, Blaine changed into nicer clothes, and the two of them headed to Trent's showcase. As Blaine sat in the auditorium with other students, friends, and important people, he couldn't help but wonder what it would have been like if he had decided to go to college like Trent. When all of his friends at Dalton had been filling out applications for colleges and planning their lives, Blaine still wasn't even sure what he wanted to do with his life. He had spent most of his high school career excited to get out of Ohio, but the reality of graduating and starting his own life didn't really sink in until he saw all of his classmates getting excited about campus tours while he was just sitting at home.

It wasn't that Blaine didn't have ambition; not at all. He just didn't really know what he wanted to go to school for, and after hearing his older brother's horror stories about how much he hated it, he wasn't even sure if he wanted to go to college. He knew for sure that he wanted to pursue a career in music, but he was afraid to go to college for it because he didn't want it to make him lose his passion. So instead, while everyone was planning out their lives, he was working and saving money so he could move to a new city where he'd have more of a chance of making it in the music industry.

When Blaine had heard that Trent was going to school in New York and planned on getting his own apartment (which his parents were helping him pay for, of course) Blaine asked him if he would like a roommate, and the rest was history.

So, Blaine couldn't help but feel a little awkward sitting in the crowd of Trent's classmates, and he glanced around, trying to find at least one familiar face. His eyes finally landed on a small brunette girl, and his heart sped up a little bit when he realized where he recognized her from. She was Kurt's friend, Rachel, who had been in the coffee shop with him the other day. She seemed to feel his eyes on her, because she glanced up from a conversation she was having and looked around until they met Blaine's.

Her eyes flashed with recognition, and it almost looked like she was going to get up when the lights in the auditorium dimmed and a couple of people filtered onto the stage. When Trent was done singing and the showcase was coming to a close, Blaine stood to find his roommate in the sea of people. It took a few minutes before Blaine saw the back of his head and he made his way over to the group of people he was standing with. "You did great," He said, hugging him quickly and smiling.

"Thanks!" Trent replied, looking happy.

"So I saw someone I know," Blaine said, lowering his voice.

Trent's eyes widened, "Is it coffee shop guy?"

Blaine held back on correcting him on the name, "No, but it's his friend."

"Where?" Trent asked, looking around.

Blaine laughed, "You're almost as excited as me."

"Well what if I know her?" He asked, still glancing around.

Blaine scanned the room before he saw her again and pointed her out, "There."

"Rachel?" Trent asked, looking at Blaine then back at her, "I know her. I have classes with her." He grabbed Blaine's hand, "Let's go say hi."

"Woah, why would we do that?" Blaine questioned, pulling away.

"Because maybe her friend is with her," Trent insisted, pulling him along.

Rachel grinned when she saw the pair approaching and stopped talking to the girl next to her to hug Trent, "You did great!"

He smiled, "Thanks, Rachel. How are you?"

"Great!" She replied, then glanced at Blaine, "How are you two?"

"Good," Trent replied, "This is Blaine."

Rachel shook his hand, "I believe I got coffee from you the other day, didn't I?" There wasn't any question in her voice.

Blaine smiled back, "I believe you did."

"Well it's nice to officially meet you, Blaine," She said smiling, "We should probably get to know eachother since Kurt and I come in there all the time." The way she smiled when she said the last bit said that she knew something that he didn't, but Blaine tried not to overanalyze it.

The three of them talked for a little bit before someone started calling Trent's name and they parted. "What if Kurt goes to school with you too?" Blaine whispered to Trent, as they got ready to leave.

"I don't know why you're whispering," Trent replied, "But if he does, I don't know him. I don't know a Kurt." Blaine sighed in defeat and Trent nudged him, "Hey, at least you got to meet Rachel. Now maybe it will be easier for you to figure out if coffee shop boy is available."

When Rachel walked in the door that night, she was dying to tell Kurt about who she had met. "Kurt, are you home?" She called as she kicked off her shoes.

"Hold on," Kurt called back in a half whisper, from somewhere down the hall. Rachel made a cup of tea, then sat down on the couch and turned on the TV as she waited for Kurt. "Turn it down a little," Kurt whispered, when he finally emerged from his room, "Hayden is asleep in my room."

Rachel smiled at him and turned the volume down a little, "Guess who I met tonight."

"I don't know, who?" Kurt asked, looking from the TV to her.

"Your cute barista," She said, grinning.

"That's nice," Kurt said, heart speeding up a little bit at the thought of Rachel talking to him. What if she had said something stupid? Kurt mentally kicked himself for even worrying about it and reminded himself that he had only talked to the guy a whole two times and therefore shouldn't be freaking out. Kurt swallowed hard, "But like I said, he's not my cute barista."

"But he is cute," Rachel pressed, "And really sweet."

Kurt rolled his eyes, "That's nice."

"His name is Blaine," She said, still grinning.

"I know," Kurt replied before thinking about it. His hand slapped over his mouth after he spoke. He had purposely not told Rachel about meeting him because he knew that she was going to give him hell about it. Now he knew that it would be even worse because he had been hiding it from her.

"Oh really? How did you know?" Rachel asked, leaning forward, grinning.

"I got coffee earlier," Kurt replied nonchalantly.

"So you introduced yourself to him?" She pressed, smiling wider.

"Sure," Kurt replied, waving his hand dismissively.

"He's totally your cute barista now," Rachel teased.

"Oh shut up," Kurt replied quickly, "He is not. I was just being polite."

"Hey I'm not saying that it's a bad thing," She said, shrugging.

"I have a boyfriend, Rachel," He insisted, annoyed, though he felt like he was reminding himself more than he was reminding her. For some reason, he found it a little hard not to think about him.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. You keep telling me that," She joked back.

Kurt sighed, "That's because you don't seem to understand why we shouldn't be having this conversation. I have a boyfriend who I love and care about, and even though this Blaine guy is cute, he's just a guy who works at a coffee shop, and I would never cheat on Hayden."

"Woah, this just got serious," Rachel replied, throwing her hands up in defense, "I wasn't saying that you would ever cheat on him, I was just giving you crap. I'm sorry."

Kurt shook his head, "No, it's okay. I overreacted a little bit. I just don't want you thinking that I would ever be that kind of person."

Rachel smiled and hugged him close, "I know you're not, Kurt." When they pulled apart, she was grinning again, "He is some pretty nice eye candy though, isn't he?"

Kurt laughed and swatted her away playfully, glad that the two of them never argued for long, "Oh shut up."

"You know it's true," She replied, still grinning wide.