Sighing, Kurt drummed his fingers on the fridge door as he peered unenthusiastically at its contents. Milk, some cheese, two tomatoes, and half a lettuce; he couldnt even rustle up a salad with that.

Before he could shut the fridge and think of something else for dinner, he was jostled slightly and Santana appeared at his side, gazing at the lack of food with a hint of annoyance in her expression.

"Looks like Berry didnt get the groceries she said she would," she grumbled.

Kurt bit back another sigh. "Shes been busy. You know how hard it is for her to juggle school, work, and rehearsals."

"This is the third time!" Santana complained, turning away from the fridge and facing Kurt with her hands on her hips. "If she doesnt have the time to get us food then she shouldnt keep offering to do it."

"She doesnt mean to forget."

Kurt had no idea why he was defending Rachel so much when he was tired and hungry and had just arrived home from a strenuous dance class wanting nothing more than to throw together a quick dinner and spend the night on the couch with bad reality TV. Now thanks to Rachel not getting them the food she promised, he would have to go out to the store so they wouldnt all starve.

Santana huffed in annoyance and stomped over to the coffee table where shed left her laptop. Dropping down on the couch, she returned to the typing shed been doing when Kurt had entered the apartment.

Kurt gaped at her. "Oh, fine," he scoffed, slamming the fridge door shut. "Thats okay. Ill just go to the store, dont worry."

"Calm down, Hummel; Im ordering us pizza." She glanced at him over the top of her laptop, a smirk playing about her lips. "Any particular requests or shall I choose for you?"

Kurt waved a hand at her. "You can pick."

Looking pleased, Santana returned her attention to her laptop, her fingers tapping against the keys.

Kurt pulled out his phone as his stomach growled and sent a text to Rachel, telling her shed forgotten the food again and that Santana was pissed. He was becoming pretty annoyed himself, the more time passed by without him being able to eat anything. He was so hungry it felt as though his stomach was digesting itself. He was regretting the light salad hed had for lunch.

"Food should be here in ten minutes," Santana announced, setting her laptop down on the coffee table again. "Hopefully its hot."

Looking up from Rachels long apology text, Kurt frowned at her, confused. "Why wouldnt it be hot? You didnt order it from that shitty place round the corner again, did you? ‘Cause Im pretty sure that place is a front for a drug dealer."

Getting to her feet, Santana brushed down her skirt and smiled slyly at him. "Im not talking about the pizza."

"Wha-?"

But she was gone before he could ask her what she was talking about, disappearing behind the curtain that screened off her room.

Shaking his head and wondering how he had ended up living with people like Santana and Rachel, Kurt tried to pass the time and distract himself from his complaining stomach by playing games on his phone. Within a few minutes he was cursing Rachel under his breath and close to joining Santana in her room just so he could whine about how hungry he was. Next time they needed more food he would be the one to go shopping; he wasnt trusting Rachel with such an important task again.

He was contemplating all the different ways he could make Rachel pay for what shed done when Santana re-joined him, the smirk back on her face as she looked down at her phone. Kurt was too annoyed and hungry to care if she was sexting Dani in the same room as him again; something hed specifically requested she not do.

There was a hesitant knock at the door and Santana jumped to her feet. "Ill get it."

"That better be the food," Kurt moaned, casting a hopeful glance towards the door. He slumped back down when it became too much effort to hold his half-raised position. He heard the heavy wooden door slide open, a male voice saying something, and then Santana spoke.

"When I said cute I didnt mean blushing-school-boy cute, but I guess youll do."

Face scrunching in bewilderment, Kurt struggled upright.

"Kurt!" Santana called, her heels clacking against the wooden floors as she sauntered past the couch where he was sitting. "Get the door."

More confused than ever, Kurt gaped up at her. "But you just-" She disappeared into her room before he could finish his sentence.

Baffled, and questioning his choices to live with her for the second time that evening, Kurt padded over to the door where Santana had left the confused delivery boy standing holding their pizza.

"Im sorry about her," Kurt said when he reached the door. "I dont know whats-" He broke off when he finally looked up at the boy standing in the doorway, his breath catching in his throat.

He was gorgeous. All tan skin, honeyed eyes, and slicked-down dark hair. His arms strained against the sleeves of his uniform polo and his tiny waist was emphasised by the fact hed tucked his shirt into the waist of his pants.

"Im Kurt," he blurted breathlessly. He immediately cursed himself internally - why was he introducing himself to the guy who was delivering their pizza?

Gorgeous delivery guy was gazing at Kurt with his lips slightly parted, like there were words hanging on the tip of his tongue that he couldnt say. "Im- Im Blaine," he said after a moment, his voice quiet and slightly stunned. Kurt wondered if Santanas weird behaviour had thrown him completely off. "I- I like your bowtie," Blaine added nervously, nodding his head at the clockwork-patterned bowtie Kurt was wearing.

"Oh." Kurt glanced down. "Thank you." He could feel a blush heating up his cheeks - and why was he blushing? Blaine may have been attractive, but it wasnt as if he had never spoken to attractive guys before. "Its one of my favourites."

"My friends say I have a weird obsession with bowties that isnt normal for an eighteen-year-old," Blaine said. He smiled at Kurt, making Kurts heart stutter over a beat. Blaines eyelashes were extremely long, Kurt noticed; like beautiful long, dark ink strokes against his cheek.

Kurt couldnt help the smile spreading across his face. His hunger and frustration was forgotten as his curiosity was piqued. "Define weird."

"I wear bowties a lot," Blaine replied. "I own dozens of them, even themed ones."

Kurts smile widened. "You have Christmas bowties, dont you?"

Blaine tried to hide his smile, the blush returning to his cheeks as he met Kurts gaze. "Maybe."

Kurt had forgotten that this was the pizza delivery guy he was talking to and Blaine seemed to have forgotten about the pizzas he was holding. This felt like flirty conversation between two people whod known each other years ago and were reuniting, getting to know each other once more, and liking the changes time had made on the other. It was only when a loud buzzing sounded from Blaines pocket that they were both reminded of where they were and why.

Blaine glanced down at his pocket, then looked back up at Kurt, apology written all over his face. "Um, I have to get back to work," he said reluctantly.

Swallowing his disappointment, Kurt nodded. "Right. Of course."

"Heres your pizza." Blaine handed the boxes over; Kurt tried not to drop them when he accepted them. Shuffling his feet, Blaine bit his lip and smiled at him again. "It was nice meeting you." He turned to head down the stairs, his shoulder hunched in his polo shirt.

"Wait!"

Blaine spun back around, his eyes lit up hopefully.

Dumping the pizza on the nearby table and tearing a strip of cardboard from the topmost box, Kurt jogged out into the hall, snatching a pen from holder by the phone on the way. He scribbled his number on the scrap of cardboard, his heart hammering in his chest as he held it out to Blaine.

"Call me sometime," he said, trying not to sound as nervous as he felt. "I want- Id like to see you again."

Blaine took the piece of cardboard, his eyes scanning the number, before he looked back up at Kurt. "Like, on a date?" He blushed as soon as the words were out, his cheeks darkening to a pretty pink colour.

"I-" Kurt took a deep breath, drawing up all the courage he had and telling himself to go and get what he wanted. "Yes. Yes, I am asking you on a date." He smiled hopefully at Blaine. "Maybe coffee, sometime?"

Blaine beamed at him, adorably bashful. "Id like that."

They smiled at each other until the buzzing sounded again.

"I really have to go," Blaine apologised again. He started towards the stairs, stopped with his foot on the next step down. "Ill call you," he promised. "Have a lovely evening, Kurt." He smiled again and hurried off down the stairs.

Kurt stepped back into the apartment, grinning triumphantly. He scooped up the pizzas and went to drop them on the coffee table, humming under his breath. He paused when he saw Santana sitting on the couch, smirking at him.

"My special request worked, then?"

Kurt blinked at her. "What?"

"I asked the pizza place to send their cutest delivery boy for you. He wasnt what I was expecting, but I guess they somehow knew you would like the tiny, doe-eyed one with too much product in his hair."

"You-" Kurt couldnt believe Santana had set that up.

Santana sighed and reached for the pizza. "You two better thank me in your wedding speeches, at least."