Blaine Anderson put the phone down on the only coffee place round his area that delivers. It was freezing outside and the only thing that could get him through the day was his regular order of a medium drip that he ordered once a week. Blaine rubbed his hands together and turned to face the class.

"So who wants to sing a song?" Blaine called out to his class of babbling 5 year olds.

Immediately a chorus of 'ME!' and 'I DO!' filled the room, causing a smile to wipe briefly over Blaine's face. He wandered over to his wall-cupboard and pulled out the guitar he stowed in there. It was battered through love from both him and the children.

"Everybody into a circle" Blaine told the class and they followed his instructions immediately with noise levels rising beyond excitement; neglected colouring sheets lay upon the tables. Blaine sat cross-legged in the space the children had left him on the dirty carpet, yet he did not seem to mind, and he lifted his guitar unto his lap.

"Would anybody like to choose a song?" Blaine asked his class. Instantly, a few hands shot up. Blaine turned to his left where a petite, blonde girl had her arm stretched so far into the air, wafting it everywhere, that it if Blaine didn't pick her straight away, the boy next to her would be off for a week.

"Chelsea!" Blaine stammered. "What song would you like us to sing?"

The girl pondered for a moment then a smile appeared upon her lips, "Mr Anderson, can we sing 'The Big Blue Sea'."

Her song choice was met with chatter of apporval from her classmates and she smiled smugly.

Blaine narrowed his eyebrows and smirked. "Are you sure?" he questioned.

"YES!" The class shouted at him.

He raised his hands in a mock-whimper."Okay, don't hurt me!" His comment was met with laughter. He began strumming his guitar after a moment of quiet.

"In the big blue sea, in the big blue sea.."

The class joined in as the words came to them. This was by far their favourite. When they had to count, each one of them held out their fingers to join in. When the ships sailed, they sailed. If the people and fish swam, they swam. Blaine was hesitant to play his last note. The kids brought him a happiness he couldn't explain.

Blaine expected his class to call out for another one, but they all had their heads turned towards the window. He followed their gaze to see a man standing in the dead centre of the playground. was unrealistically attractive. He had a very set look about him. His hair stood tall and everything about him screamed that he was a very determinedly proud person. He wore a long black coat, which ws very suave -Blaine had to admit. He looked no older than mid-twenties. The man seemed to be looking for something.. or someone.

Blaine noticed a cup of coffee in his .His coffee order. They usually delivered it at the main building; but Blaine had heard that The Lima Bean had recruited some new staff lately.

Blaine sighed. He'd have to go outside in the cold now to retrieve his coffee. He picked up his grey jacket, which was slung skillfully over his desk chair, and turned to the class.

"Continue with your colouring and I'll give a prize for the best one. I just have to go talk to this man."

He stepped into the cold and cleared his voice. "..Excuse me?"

The man fluttered round to face him and relief swept unto his face. "Thank god, its freezing and I could use some directions. I'm looking for a Mr B. Anderson?"

"That'd be me!" Blaine couldn't help but smile at him. He was, in all truth,adorable. "But usually I don't get to meet with the coffee slave that brings my order."

He had a tendency to joke around strangers. Especially attractive strangers. He had already self-admitted it was not one of his most favourited qualities.

"I'm new to the slavery business," the man shot back. "So where does a slave usually take a coffee here?" He asked.

Blaine smiled at the unexpected return of humour and turned to the main building. "There."

The man's eyes slid to the buliding which had an oversized sign reading "MAIN BUILDING". He was unable to control the red that flushed his cheeks.

"Oh…"

Blaine laughed through natural instinct and the man seemed to laugh off his awkward nature too.

"It happens to the best of us." Blaine grinned.

The man smiled distantly at Blaine before speaking. "I know this is a long shot, but you wouldn't fancy getting coffee with me later, Mr B. Anderson?"

"Blaine." He confirmed, pretending to ponder for a moment; although he wanted to scream yes. "I suppose I can fit it into my busy schedule…"

Kurt let out a squeal before clamping his hands to his mouth. The two men smiled at their idiocy.

"Is that a yes?" The man gave a hopeful look.

"Yes.. erm.." Blaine didn't even know this man's name. He blushed at his rude behaviour.

The man tapped a badge Blaine hadn't noticed before and grinned. The badge read "KURT".

"Kurt…" Blaine tried out the name. "Apologies for my rude behaviour."

"It happens to the best of us." He muttered as they exchanged a smile.

"I finish at half three," Blaine told him. "Meet you there about four?"

"Deal" Kurt confirmed.

Blaine smiled at him and went to walk off.

"Oh and Blaine?"

Blaine swivelled round, losing his footing as if he were drunk off of Kurt's presence.

"Coffee?"

Blaine looked down at his coffee order and laughed, shaking his head. He hoped his new friend would not see the light flush of red slowly swamping his face. He returned to Kurt and embarassingly took the cup.

"Don't bother bringing the cup to the main building next time…" Blaine smiled as he turned and walked away. He later wondered how much of a miracle it was he didn't skip. His head was full of toxins and it was amazing. Plus skipping was the best means of travel.

Just before Blaine went back through the door into his class, he heard a voice call out. "IT HAPPENS TO THE BEST OF US!"

Blaine let out a sigh and smile and turned to see Kurt pointing at his hand, which was held in drinking position; then Kurt pointed at him. Picking up on the gesture, Blaine looked down to his coffee to see a number sprawled over the side of the container. At the bottom, it was signed '-Slave xo'.

He wasn't sure what 'it' could be defined as, but he wanted to at least be taken into consideration as being 'the best of us'. That brought him to question the definition of 'us' too.

Us...

His eyes flickered back to the memorable stranger's original position. He was no longer insight and Blaine surpressed a sigh.

He made a note to order a lot more coffee in the future.