He would never set foot in a GAP again.

The clothes weren't that great, anyways.

"…Which, is really saying something, because I've performed at theme parks." And he thought, he should really stop ranting, because he probably sounded like a whiny little kid or something, but Kurt was probably the only one willing to listen to him other than his mirror, and if he was being annoying, he probably would've heard by now.

"I just can't believe I made it all up in my head." Kurt had this ironic smile, like "oh, honey, you have no idea." But that would be ridiculous, because Kurt would never call him "honey," and besides, he was more concerned with the fact of how he possibly could have been so stupid. He seriously wanted to crawl in a corner and stay there forever. But then again, he wouldn't get his coffee that way, and then where would he be?

"Can I ask you something? Because we've always been completely honest with each other." Of course, Kurt, you can ask me something, why do you even have to say anything?

"You and I, we hang out, sing flirty duets-" Wait, what? Oh. Well, maybe "Baby It's Cold Outside" wasn't the most platonic of songs, but he did need practice, and Kurt's voice was sort of perfect for the role. "-You know my coffee order." Well they only went out for coffee about twice a day.

"Was I supposed to think that that was…nothing?"

Coffee. Duets. Hanging out. Blaine felt a little left out, because was it supposed to mean something other than 'I like you and enjoy your company'?

"What d'you mean?"

Now Kurt looked like he was chewing over each word, silently prompting Blaine to figure it out before he had to finish talking. Come on, Blaine, don't make me say it, it's not rocket science, help me out here. But Blaine didn't get it, and he wasn't a rocket scientist, so he just stayed quiet and let Kurt spit it out.

"I thought… that the guy you wanted to ask out on Valentine's Day…" And Kurt was making one last plea here, but Blaine still wasn't getting it, and-

"…was me."

Oh.

Wow.

Okay.

Actually, Kurt, you can't ask me a question, because hold the phone, back this shit up, you kind of just exploded my entire world right there, thank you very much.

Wow.

There was a low vibration in his throat, and Blaine realized that he'd just said that out loud.

"I really am clueless." Way to be productive, Blaine, let's try that again.

"Look, Kurt. " Confession time now. A coffee shop was probably the worst place to say something like this, but then again, a cheap clothing store was probably the worst place to outwardly and loudly declare love for someone met two weeks prior.

"…I don't know what I'm doing. I pretend like I do, and I know how to act it out in song, but the truth is…" Blaine was practically throwing his words at Kurt, grappling and wrestling with them before hurling them out into the world just to be rid of them. Kurt seemed to be catching them pretty well though, so he strained just a little bit more. "I've never really been anyone's…boyfriend."

He braced himself for laughter, or derision, or at least an incredulous "really?" Instead, he got a slight tilt of the head, a little understanding smile, and a "Me, neither." Kurt didn't say anything else, and Blaine was thinking that he was coming off as disinterested, which was a terrible assumption.

"Lemme be really clear about something. I really, really care about you." Which was probably the hugest understatement ever, because at this point in time, he kinda couldn't imagine what his life would be like if Kurt weren't in it, and wondered how he even lived before he had waltzed in, and he was also pretty sure that Kurt didn't look stony-faced and angry, and was actually attempting a smile, even if it came off as more of a forced grimace.

"But as you and about 20 mortified shoppers saw, I'm not very good at romance." Deep breaths, Blaine. "I don't wanna screw this up." And hell, he didn't even know if there was a "this" to screw up. All he knew was that Kurt was his best friend, like, ever, and Blaine was pretty sure that if he ever did something like singing to him about sex toys in a public place (which most likely wouldn't happen, because Kurt didn't like that kind of music anyways), he would sort of just die, right then and there.

Kurt seemed to reel a little from that statement, seemed a little disappointed, and Blaine inwardly panicked. He said the wrong thing, he used the wrong words, oh crap, now Kurt was going to leave and never talk to him agai-

But then he recovered, and in that classic Kurt style that Blaine was pretty sure was going to be the death of him one of these days, said

"So it's just like When Harry Met Sally. But I get to play Meg Ryan," he added a little teasingly. And Blaine, so ridiculously, outrageously happy that he hadn't screwed something else up, immediately answered "Deal" without even teasing back a little bit.

Wait a minute.

When Harry Met Sally.

His sister had made him watch that once.

"Don't they, uh, get together in the end?" Kurt didn't even respond, just gave the barista a larger smile than he normally would as he placed his order.

"Could I get a nonfat mocha and a medium drip for my friend Billy Crystal?" Blaine smiled a little bit to himself.

"Ah, you know my coffee order." As the barista bustled around behind the counter, a little light seemed to spark behind Kurt's eyes.

"You know what? I think I got something for us to do on Valentine's Day." Blaine furrowed his eyebrows in worry. Because he knew Kurt, and it had better not have had anything to do with…

"No flash mobs, don't worry." Blaine felt himself unravel a little and Kurt's smile grew just that tiny bit. The barista returned to the counter.

"Anything else?" she asked in a bored voice. Blaine guessed she'd been here for a while and was getting sick of all the lovey-dovey couples. Well she wouldn't be seeing any of that here, so no worries.

"I'll take a sugar cookie." Kurt's voice surprised him, because those words had never, ever fallen past Kurt's lips. Ever.

"Which one?" The barista asked, perking up ever-so-slightly. And now Blaine knew that Kurt was making fun of him, because he made a huge show of saying, "Oh, I'll have the Cupid one, I think." The barista smiled, actually smiled, and Blaine decided that she should definitely do that more often.

"That'll be $8.50." Blaine reached for his wallet but something was in his way. It turned out to be Kurt's hand.

"It's on me this time." And just because that was so incredibly Kurt, Blaine couldn't help but smile.

But then he remembered the entire incident, and remembered that he was supposed to be sulking about that, and he could pretty much feel the smile drop off of his face. He found himself sitting at their usual table, absentmindedly biting off pieces of the stirring stick and arranging them in a star pattern on the table in front of him.

And wow, he still couldn't believe that he'd been that stupid. And it probably would've been a little bit fine if he'd told him in private or something, but he seriously just had to go out in public, and do something as huge as that, and he was pretty sure that those last words Jeremiah had left him with would be stuck in his head forever like some sort of grotesque song. Neither did I…we got coffee twice…we're not dating…I'd get arrested…

Something warm and soft wrapping around his shoulders from behind brought Blaine a little closer to reality. There was something soft brushing up against his cheek, and he realized that he had leaned back against-

Kurt. Who was hugging tightly him from behind.

It felt like home, in a way.

It was also over far too soon for Blaine's liking because, hey, Kurt was really warm, and he really wouldn't have minded staying like that forever. Still, though.

"What was that for?"

Kurt shrugged, picking at the cookie that lay on the table between them and crunching on a few pieces, refusing to look at Blaine.

"You looked like you needed it." Blaine was pretty sure that his face was going to split right in two from grinning so hard, because Kurt Hummel giving anybody hugs because they "looked like they needed it" was not a common occurrence.

Then Blaine remembered Kurt's little epiphany over at the coffee counter, which had been interrupted by cookies and coffee and smiling baristas.

"So, what's your big Valentine's Day idea?"

Kurt immediately looked up, eyes shining, and began his explanation of a grand performance at Breadstix with all of the Warblers and New Directions members.

Blaine hung on to every word.

And that was probably the best cookie he'd ever tasted.