Was that boy checking him out? Blaine couldn't be sure, but if it was true, he didn't mind at all. There weren't too many gay guys in Ohio anyway, and this one was reasonably cute (even if his clothing choice was… interesting, to put it nicely), so he could count himself lucky that he'd opted to go for a coffee in Lima today. It wasn't too far from where his parents lived, so he had been here before – just not that often.

The other boy probably thought that Blaine was blind or something – he wasn't exactly smooth, no, he was staring at Blaine rather openly, cocking his head to the side some more at times (for a better view? Blaine almost snorted at the thought).

Blaine just decided to confront him as soon as he had his coffee; who knew what would come from it, right? At that exact moment, however, the boy caught him staring back, and he looked away immediately. A blush formed on his face as he now studied the table instead. Blaine grinned, barely able to wait for the people in front of him to make their decisions – had they honestly not given that any thought until now?

When it was finally his turn, he ordered quickly, and as his coffee was being made, he glanced back at the boy – who was now staring outside with a thoughtful expression on his face. As Blaine watched, a pretty blond girl – in a cheerleading uniform, no less – suddenly sat down next to the boy, and kissed him happily – not on the cheek, but full on the mouth.

Oh, wow. It seemed that Blaine had severely misinterpreted the situation. Here he was, thinking that a random guy was checking him out, while said guy was actually just waiting for his girlfriend to come back from the bathroom.

Why did he always fall for straight guys anyway? No, he told himself – maybe this guy was bi. Or maybe that was just Blaine's wishful thinking.

The girl chatted animatedly with the boy, who sometimes said something in reply, and they seemed to be having a really good time together. Blaine almost felt jealous – why couldn't he have something like that?

He was pulled out of his thoughts when the barista placed his coffee in front of him, and suddenly, he regretted not asking for a to go coffee. Sure, he had ordered it with the intention to go and sit with the now obviously taken (by a girl!) boy, but what should he do now?

In the end, he sat down anyway, as far away from the happy couple as possible – it was just too bad that that happened to be the table right next to them. Talk about bad luck.

" – and maybe we could go to your house after and make out?" the girl suggested, and Blaine felt a bit sick in the stomach. As he looked up, though, he thought he saw the boyfriend's eyes widen in panic.

Gah, he really needed to stop this wishful thinking. The boy was probably just excited to be able to shove his tongue down his girlfriend's throat (and possibly even more) in private.

He purposefully didn't look at them from then on, but after a while, he noticed that it had gone rather silent next to him all of a sudden, and indeed – the two were gone. Good. At least he didn't have to see (or hear) them be all couple-y – something he knew he would never be able to do, even if he would miraculously ever find himself a boyfriend. Not in Ohio.

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Blaine honestly didn't know what possessed him to go back to that coffee shop a week later, but here he was. He was just stirring his coffee mindlessly when he heard a very familiar voice – true enough, the blond girl from the week before skipped in, though she wasn't wearing her cheerleaders outfit now. She was chattering to the boy next to her and woah – Blaine jolted awake as he realised that it was the same guy as last week, but… what had happened to his clothes? That was a rather drastic change.

The previous week, he'd looked like an all-American lumberjack type of guy, and now… he looked like he'd just stepped off of some runway in New York or Paris or wherever.

Not that Blaine minded.

After getting their coffees, the two sat down at the table next to Blaine's (he was really starting to get a big déjà vu moment here) and instead of insanely happy, the girl looked… sad.

"Don't you like me anymore, Kurtie?" she asked, and Blaine brought his hand to his mouth to keep himself from laughing. "Because that's alright – most of my boyfriends don't really like me."

"Of course I still like you, Britt," the boy replied, and now that Blaine looked closer, he noticed that he mostly seemed very uncomfortable. "I just – don't want to be your boyfriend anymore."

"Is it because I asked you to kiss my armpits?" the girl asked with a small pout. "Most guys like that…"

"No, Britt, it's not about your armpits," the boy said, sighing. "It's not you – it's me."

The girl nodded earnestly. "You're wearing your old clothes again," she observed. "Does that mean your capital-G gay again? Is that why you didn't want to have sex with me?"

The boy choked on his coffee, and Blaine smirked to himself. Gay, huh? So he had been checking out Blaine the previous week after all…

"Yes, Brittany, that's exactly why I didn't – and still don't – want to have sex with you," he responded once he had recovered.

The girl, Brittany, sighed sadly. "You're a really great boyfriend, though."

"Thanks, boo," the boy said with an affectionate smile. "You're a really great girlfriend too, all things considered."

Brittany didn't appear to understand him completely, but after a few seconds, she smiled anyway. "Can we still see that movie we were going to go to, even if you don't want to be my boyfriend anymore?" she asked happily, and the boy smiled again.

"Of course we can. But remember – no cuddling, or kissing, or touching in inappropriate place… or any touching at all, really."

"Okay," Brittany said, a sincerely happy grin plastered to her face.

"Okay?" the boy asked, apparently not too sure about the situation yet. "That's it? You're not mad at me or anything for breaking up with you?"

The girl shook her head, confused. "No, why would I be mad? You're capital-G gay, right?" The boy nodded hesitantly, glancing around the room for any eavesdroppers – Blaine quickly looked down at his table, much like the other boy had done the week before. "That's fine. Besides – I still have my perfect record now."

The boy shook his head at her, smiling fondly. "Thanks, Britt."

Either she didn't hear him or she just ignored him, as she grabbed his hand. "Well, come on! We can't be late!"

The boy obediently followed her out of the cafeteria while Blaine pondered what had just taken place right in front of him. His parents were probably going to wonder why he was coming home so often all of a sudden, but he knew he had to be here next week as well – and hope that even without a girlfriend, the boy would visit this place.