The bell over the door jam to the bustling coffee shop rang on a sunny Monday morning in the West Village and his head immediately pops up to see if it's him...but it's not. "Welcome to Interval Café," which he says with not his usual pep but in a very monotone voice. It wasn't that he didn't want to be at work, he loved his job. He wouldn't have used all the money he had, and he wouldn't have spent months of his time fixing up this old pizza joint, if he was going to hate it. Coffee was his passion. It was just the fact that he had something very important to ask someone and he was eager to see him so his nerves weren't on edge and his heart would quit racing. It was Monday and Mondays were special. That's why he had chosen to ask him on this day.

Every time that bell rang he became slightly more nervous. It was now 8:46am. He was late. He was never late. He knew he could always count on seeing that face everyday at 8:41am. That tall, blue-eyed man that he had grown quite fond of over the years. It had taken so much courage for him to get to this point he was at today. But maybe today was the day that he wouldn't show up. Of course that would happen. The day he is going to ask out the man of his dreams, the guy doesn't show up. That's rich and just his luck.

Then it happened. At 8:48am, Kurt Hummel, creative director of Vogue.com, walked through the door. He could feel his palms immediately go clammy as he watched the most perfect man ever walk into his coffee shop wearing a simple Henley top that hugged every single muscle in his torso just right, a vest that was equally as tight, a pair of dark denim jeans that were hugging around his sculpted ass, a pair of simple but elegant, as always, Gucci dress shoes, and of course, his tan messenger bag was slung over his shoulder.

Kurt looked around trying to spot him behind the long counter. As soon as their eyes met, Kurt gave a genuine smile and strolled over to the espresso machine where he was working behind it. Kurt's order was always ready by the time he came in. It was predictable but somehow never got old. Over the two years the men had fallen into a routine. Kurt would walk through the door at 8:41am. Then he would stroll up to the counter where his coffee order was always ready. Tuesdays Kurt had a vanilla caramel latte with whip cream and just a sprinkle of cocoa powder, Wednesdays it was a hazelnut crème caramel latte, Thursdays he had an Americano with a double shot of espresso. This was also meeting day at the Vogue.com offices (Hence the double shot) so every other week Blaine would make an assortment of bagels and pastries for Kurt to take to work with him, and Friday was chai tea day because Blaine knows that after a long week of drinking only coffee, Kurt gets sick of the taste and has a tea instead. Saturdays were a rare occasion but because of the special appearance of Kurt every once in a while on a Saturday, Blaine had come up with an off the menu drink just for him, steamed milk, cupcake batter syrup, vanilla, whipped cream, and topped with sprinkles. Mondays were special to Blaine. Mondays are grande nonfat mocha days. Blaine always had a special muffin made just for Kurt to eat on the way to work. He would come in early in the morning just to make Kurt the muffin.

Over the two years Blaine had come up with some very unusual muffins for Kurt to try, Potato chip, s'mores, and once he had even made a diet coke muffin, which thank god, Kurt said tasted out of this world amazing. Blaine called him his 'little test taster'. Which is the way it started off. Blaine was unsure about his Peachy Keen muffin and made Kurt try it first. Thank god that one was a hit. There had been some not so good ones over the years but thank heavens he had found Lacy and Reese, his two hired pastry chefs fresh out of culinary school. Without those two, and, of course his best friend, Wes, whom he had hired to be his manager, the shop would have fallen apart long ago.

"Hey Blaine."

"Hey yourself. How's it going?" Blaine asked while still busying himself with the drink at hand.

"Not bad. How about you? Anything exciting going on in the world of coffee?" Kurt adjusted the bag on his shoulder.

"Yeah right, not nearly as exciting as your life. I can only imagine the things you are up to. The most exciting thing to report here is that Lacy called in sick this morning and we are out of coconut milk." Kurt laughed which instantly made Blaine smile. He loved the fact that he could bring that adorable smile to Kurt's face. "But I do have to ask you someth..."

"Oh my god, I almost forgot. I have a surprise for you." Kurt was bouncing on the balls of his feet from excitement. Maybe Kurt would ask him out instead. Now Blaine was excited. He started to daydream about the possibility and was instantly taken back to the first time that they had met.

The bell rang over the door in the very empty coffee shop on a rainy Monday morning. A peppy Blaine comes out from the back carrying a rather large box of supplies. "Welcome to Interval Café." Blaine finally made it to the counter and set the box down. He turned to meet his customer at the counter but was stopped in his tracks instantly. This was the most beautiful man he had ever seen. He was tall but not too tall, he had perfectly coifed blond (or was it brown?) hair, and the most gorgeous crystal blue eyes that Blaine had ever laid eyes on.

"Um..." Blaine heard someone. He snapped back to reality. He must have been daydreaming.

"Sorry, what can I get for you?" Blaine stood still admiring the boy on the other side of the counter.

"What's good here?" Kurt looked up at the chalkboard menu on the wall behind the counter.

"Well...I think you would like a..." Blaine eyed him up and down, studying him for a moment before he spoke again, "...grande nonfat mocha. Am I right?"

Kurt's eyes grew wide. "Yeah, how did you...?"

"It's a gift." Blaine causally explained. "I worked my way through college as a barista and I got really good at reading people and their coffee orders."

Blaine could feel Kurt's eyes boring into the back of his head as he worked around the many machines.

"So when did this place open? I mean I just moved in over in Tribeca and I take a cab this way everyday on my way to work and I have never seen you guys here."

Blaine turned on the machine to steaming the necessary amount of milk. When he was done he shut it off and turned back around to Kurt. "Almost 2 months ago. Where do you work?"

"Upper East Side. Vogue.com. I am Isabella Wright's assistant...which you probably don't know who that even is..."

"Of course I do. Every respectable New Yorker knows where to find good fashion and Isabella Wright is good fashion." Blaine gave a slight hint of a smile as he put the finishing touches on the mocha. He wasn't going to mention that he had actually met her a couple of times when his mother threw one of her many extravagant dinner parties.

Kurt laughed and the melody of the man's laugh made Blaine's heart skip a beat and go weak at the knees. "That she is."

Kurt continued to look around as Blaine was completing the drink. Blaine had decorated it with pictures of the great music legends and even some Broadway veterans with old guitars and musical instruments hanging from the walls. He even had trumpets and drums and various other instruments converted to light fixtures. "This place looks amazing. Are you the owner?"

"Yep."

"Well, it's beautiful."

"Thank you. It was definitely a labor of love."

Blaine poured the beautifully mastered drink into a to-go cup and handed it over to the man. Kurt accepted it with a 'thank you' and took a sip. "Oh my god! This is amazing. How did you do it?" He took another sip.

"A magician never reveals his secrets."

"Well it's delicious." Kurt reached out a hand. "I'm Kurt Hummel by the way."

Blaine took the hand and immediately noticed how soft the taller man's hand was. "Blaine...Anderson."

"Well Blaine, you definitely have a new regular costumer. I'll see you tomorrow then?" Kurt looked at Blaine with hope in his eyes.

"Yes, for sure. I will be here." Blaine picked up a rag and started to whip down the counter.

"Ok, good." Kurt pulled out his wallet to retrieve some money. "How much is the coffee?"

"Oh no charge. Your money is no good here." Blaine gave a sincere smile.

"No I insist. You are a start up business. I can only imagine how hard that is." Blaine could really use the money. He had just left his very stable 9 to 5 job as a partner in his father's law firm to run his own coffee shop and now currently had no money to his name and an unfurnished loft above said coffee shop.

"Well you said that you are a regular customer now. You can pay me tomorrow. Think of it as a 'welcome to Interval Café' present from me." Blaine gave Kurt a small smirk.

"Only this once. And for what it's worth, thank you." Kurt turned and started to walk toward the door.

Blaine looked out toward him, not ready for him to leave quite yet. "Kurt!" Blaine quickly tried to think of an excuse to keep him in the shop as Kurt turned back around. Blaine looked toward the food display and grabbed the most appealing one. "Here. In case you get hungry. It's a white chocolate raspberry muffin. It will go well with the mocha, trust me."

Kurt looked down at the muffin that looked like it had been baked to perfection and smiled. "Thank you. It looks delicious. I will see you tomorrow, Blaine Anderson."

"See you tomorrow, Kurt." Kurt looked back one last time at Blaine with a smile and walked back out into the dreary New York day. "I'll be looking forward to it."

After that day, things progressed quickly for the shop and Kurt and Blaine's...friendship? Six months after the doors opened Blaine was gaining a profit. People would line up around the block for his coffee and within a month of meeting, Blaine felt like he had known Kurt for his entire life. When they had time, they would sit around the counter and chat.

"Blaine...Blaine. Blaine!" Kurt snapped a finger in front of Blaine's face.

"What? I'm sorry. I was just thinking. What did you say?"

"I said I would like you to meet someone. This is my boyfriend Erik." Kurt grabbed the arm of some older (late 20s maybe?), beefed up, oversized, way to in shape guy that admittedly was quite good-looking. The man extended a hand. "Erik, with a K."

"Erik, this is Blaine, my coffee guru." Blaine's heart sank into his stomach. Coffee guru? That's it? I thought we were more than that. I thought we were at least friends and not just so guy who gives you coffee everyday.

"Nice to meet you, Erik with a K." What a douche bag thing to say. "Do I know you from somewhere?" The man was starting to look oddly familiar to Blaine.

Kurt grabbed the man's hand. "Erik is the new Armani model. He just signed a two year contract with them."

"Oh that's where I have seen you. I saw you in last month's issue of GQ. Well...congratulations, Erik. That is quite an achievement." Blaine mustered as much enthusiasm as he could, which was admittedly not much.

"Thank you." The man turned to his boyfriend. "Ok I did your little thing. Now can I go? I have better things to be doing with my time." The way he snapped at Kurt made Blaine want to jump over top the counter and put all of his years in fight club to good use.

Kurt looked defeated. "Yeah. I'll see you at home later Ok?" Kurt got on his tiptoes and gave Erik a kiss to the cheek. Erik didn't acknowledge the show of affection as he let go of Kurt's hand and started to walk to the door. "I love you." Erik didn't reciprocate or even turn around. He just put one hand in the air to say, 'me too' as he opened the door and left.

What a fucking douche bag this guy is. Kurt deserves way better than this Neanderthal. "He seems nice. You live with him? I didn't even know you were dating anyone, Kurt." Blaine said with much chagrin.

"Yeah. Two years, dating for almost two and a half." So it was serious. Blaine was sure he couldn't hide the defeat written on his face. "I actually moved in with him a couple weeks before I came in here for the first time. Do you remember that?"

How could I forget? "Yeah I think so."

"Well anyways. I am always talking about you so I thought I would bring him in to put a face to the name." Kurt talks about him...outside of the shop. Blaine perked up at this statement. "But enough about me. You said you had to ask me something."

"Oh yeah." Crap what am I going to say? "I was just...um...wondering if...you...uh..." He looked at the muffin he had made for Kurt. "Wanted to try the banana nut muffin today instead. I'm just not sure that the surprise muffin is up to par today."

Kurt gave a laugh that shook his entire body. "No silly. I want the surprise muffin. I'm married to that muffin for better or worse."

Blaine tried to muster up a joking tone but was sorely disappointed with the way that the day with Kurt had gone. It was suppose to be a special day for the both of them. "Ok but it will be your funeral." Blaine grabbed the muffin and handed it over to Kurt.

"What is it?"

"Strawberry and banana."

"That doesn't sound so bad. Well, I hate to grab and go but I am running really late. Sorry. But I'll see you tomorrow." Kurt pulled out his wallet slapped down the money that was owed and walked toward the door.

"Yeah maybe." Blaine gave a half-hearted smile.

Kurt giggled. "Oh you kill me. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Yeah...see ya." And with that Kurt was gone.

Blaine sauntered over to the man behind the register while simultaneously taking off his tan apron and handed it to him. "Wes, I am going out for a walk. Do you think you can watch the shop for me?"

"Yeah, why? What's wrong, buddy?"

Blaine only had a one-word answer for him. "Kurt."