The next morning, he woke up with a smile on his face. He jumped in the shower and sang show tunes while he was getting ready. He decided on a grey, knitted sweater with jeans and loafers. When he exited his room, his mother had not yet awakened. He wrote a quick note, saying he'd be back in a few hours. He grabbed his brown leather messenger bag, his black pea coat and walked out the door.

When he arrived at the Starbucks, he scanned the shop in search of Blaine. He didn't see him sitting at a table or standing in line. He got in line and ordered a grande non fat mocha, like he usually did. He went to sit down at a table in the corner near the window.

He sat there for a couple of minutes, sipping his coffee, before Blaine entered the cafe. He got in line, ordered and made his way to where Kurt was sitting.

"Hello," Blaine greeted him cheerily.

"Hi," Kurt responded with a slight blush. He paused before continuing, "How did you get away from Jeremiah?"

"He wasn't awake when I left so I left a note,"

"Telling him you were meeting me?"

Blaine hesitated before answering, "Not exactly. I said I was running errands. It's not like he has anything to worry about anyway," Blaine smiled at Kurt before taking a swig of his coffee.

"Right," Kurt agreed.

They each ordered a bagel and talked. Talked about their lives, their careers, their hopes,their dreams, their family. Even the small things like their favourite colour and favourite musical. Kurt had learned that Blaine's favourite colour was blue and his favourite musical was Chicago. Kurt had disagreed with him on the latter statement, "I love Chicago but RENT is a hundred times better,"

"No, I disagree. RENT has some lovely songs but the story is Chicago is much more interesting,"

" If you weren't gay, I would say you only prefer Chicago because of the scantily clad women prancing around,"

Blaine had laughed at that.

They got so lost in each other, it wasn't until Blaine checked his watch that they realized what time it was.

"Oh crap! It's almost 3.I'm sorry Kurt, I have to go," Blaine said apologetically.

"Yeah no, me too. My mom's in town and I'm sure she's up by now," Kurt said as he stood up with Blaine.

"Can I—Can I call you?" Blaine asked nervously.

Kurt had to stop himself from smiling, "Yes, of course,"

He and Blaine took their phones out and exchanged them. Kurt entered his name and cell number before handing the iPhone back to Blaine.

"Today was really nice," Blaine commented.

"Yeah it was," Kurt said with a light smile.

Then they just stood there, staring into each others' eyes. Kurt looked into the beautiful hazel eyes before him. He wanted to know everything about Blaine. He wanted to explore Blaine's body and hold him in his arms. He wanted to fall asleep and wake up next to his beautiful face. He wanted a long, happy life with him—

Kurt had to stop himself. This was crazy. He had just met this man. Yes, they had just had a lovely, long conversation about some pretty deep things but it's not like a couple hours entitles you to want to marry someone. Does it?

Kurt lost his train of thought when Blaine broke away from Kurt's eyes and said goodbye. He waited until Blaine was out of sight before he exited the Starbucks and returned home.

Elizabeth was sitting on the sofa, watching some soap opera when Kurt entered his apartment. His mother turned off the television and began her questioning, "And where were you?"

"I was... Out. With a friend," Kurt responded.

"Is this the same 'friend' from the musical last night?" Elizabeth put emphasis on the word friend.

Ahh, so someone had noticed. Kurt removed his jacket and placed his messenger back in his room before he decided to answer, "Yes," He simply said.

His mother's questioning expression turned into a smile of excitement. She hugged Kurt and dragged him to the sofa with her, "How is he? Is he nice? What does he do for a living—"

"Mom!" Kurt shouted to stop her from her rambling.

He waited a few seconds before answering her questions, "He's extremely nice and he's a chef at Sardi's,"

"Ohh, a chef," His mother admired.

"But he's also taken," Kurt said, ignoring his mother's comment.

"Uh oh,"

"Yeah,"

Silence fell over them and they sat still on the brown couch. Kurt knew what his mother would say. She would say it's wrong and that he should stop it right away. He would agree with her but wouldn't oblige.

"Well, what are you going to do?" She asked him.

"You're—You're not gonna give me the whole 'this is wrong' speech?" Kurt asked incredulously.

"No. I think you're old and enough to know what's right and what's wrong," She told him.

Elizabeth got up to go make herself a pot of tea.

This gave Kurt a lot to ponder. Now he wished he his mother had just given him the 'this is wrong' speech.