Blaine POV

You make me feel like I'm losing my virginity

The first time, every time when you touch me

I make you bloom like a flower that you never seen

Under the sun we are one buzzing energy
Let's pollinate to create a family tree

This evolution with you comes naturally

Some call it science, we call it chemistry

This is the story of the birds and the bees

Blaine hit the 'off' button on his alarm. He looked at the clock, 8:03. He lay in bed as he woke up to the sound of the busy New York sidewalks. It had been a while since he had been able to sleep in late enough to have the sun streaming through the window. He could hear the sound of many voices talking below him. He got up and went to the window. In the two years he had been open, he had never seen his shop from this angle. He walked out onto the little terrace in his bedroom that overlooked the shop. He looked down at the line that wrapped around the corner of the street that had to be 50 people deep outside alone. It was probably double that inside.

Blaine looked out at the beautiful New York skyline and started to think about the night before. Blaine smiled to himself as the memory of Kurt. The way that Blaine felt as Kurt dancing with an arm wrapped around his waist, how anytime Kurt laughed so hard, the his eyes would seem to have a smile all their own...or the way that Kurt's body had felt pressed against his own as he kissed Blaine. Blaine blushed at the memory.

Oh my God, Kurt. He ran toward the stairs. He barreled into the living room where he had left Kurt last night. The sheets and blankets that he had given to him the previous night (well, morning) were now neatly folded into a neat little pile on the couch topped with the pillow. He looked over at the coffee table and the little white pill was gone and the water bottle was half empty. Blaine walked over to the couch where he saw a small little note on top:

Blaine,

Thanks for letting me stay here last night. I hope it's ok but I used your shower. The towels are hanging in the bathroom. I'll be in for the usual coffee run so I'll see you soon hopefully, if your awake.

Kurt

xoxo

PS-Thanks for taking care of me last night.

Blaine dropped the note and jogged back up the stairs to his private bathroom. He stripped down and climbed into the shower with only the thought that in less than an hour, he would be seeing Kurt.

He got out and dressed himself in a pair of kakis and the typical already stained "Interval Café' t-shirt quickly to be down in time to make sure the chai tea was ready. He threw his glasses on and ran down the stairs practically injuring himself when he got to the bottom and tripped on the last stair. He slide to a stop to slip on his typical work shoes and made his way down the stairs. He looked up at the clock, 8:36. Five minutes to spare.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't lover boy himself. Getting up kind of late aren't we. That has to be a good sign."

"Don't." Blaine gabbed his friend by the arm and dragged him out of earshot of everyone else. "Nothing happened. We just stayed out late last night and had a lot to drink, had to sleep it off. That's it."

"So you didn't have an adult sleepover."

Blaine's heart started to race. Wes must have seen Kurt leave this morning. "What?" Blaine tried to stay calm.

"You didn't get it on last night?"

"Oh, ah, no I am a gentleman, unlike yourself," Blaine quipped while mentally wiping his brow.

"Yeah or just sad and boring." Wes said jokingly before he turned and went back to work. Blaine turned around, still snickering at Wes' comment as Kurt was squeezing his way through the jam-packed door. Blaine's breathe hitched in his throat as he felt that familiar heat rise to his cheeks. Kurt walked in. As cheesy as it sounded, Blaine thought it looked much like one of those RomComs he loved to watch so much where the love interest walks in and the sun is illuminating behind them making them look drop dead gorgeous as time goes into slow motion and the love interest does a dramatic hair flip. Blaine was pretty sure that none of that had actually happened in real life, but that was how it had looked in his head.

Kurt walked up to the counter. "Good morning," Blaine said in his cheeriest voice because, let's face it, kissing Kurt had been incredible.

"Ugh. How are you so cheery and please try to keep the voice to maybe a quiet whisper." Kurt clutched his head.

"I take it this morning is not treating you well."

"Um...no, but that aspirin and water that you laid out for me was helpful. Thanks."

"You're welcome. What time did you get up?"

"It was around 6. I wanted to go back to my apartment and change before I went to work. I really didn't think Isabelle would appreciate me coming in the vodka soaked clothes that I had on from yesterday."

Blaine chuckled. "True. How did you get out this morning? You obviously didn't come down the shop stairs because Wes never said that he saw you."

"I went down the fire escape. I really wasn't in the mood to explain that to Wes, that early in the morning." Both men sat in silence for a while as Blaine continued muddling around behind the counter.

Blaine broke the silence first. "So...last night was fun."

Kurt's head dropped into his hand. "Yeah. That was the other thing I wanted to talk to you about. What happened last night exactly?"

Blaine's heart started to pound. Did he even remember the kiss from last night? "Well how much do you remember?"

"Well I called you told you to meet me at Babylon at 10." Blaine nodded in agreement. "Then I got there ordered a drink. You showed up and we argued about you paying for me and I told you I would pay next time." Blaine nodded again.

"Though you never did pay for the next drink."

"You mean you paid for me all night?" Blaine nodded. Kurt winced. "I'm sorry. Next time, I promise."
Blaine chuckled. "Heard that many times last night, but it's fine. No need. I wanted to." They paused "What else do you remember?"

"You led me to the dance floor with our drinks and we danced for a little while. Things became fuzzy right around the time you ordered that second Long Island for me. Next thing I knew I was waking up in some strange apartment." Blaine's heart sank. He didn't remember.

"How did you figure out where you were?"
"I went to the window and looked down. I saw 'Curry n' a Hurry' and figured I was here. Thanks for letting me stay over, by the way." Kurt leaned in and whispered to Blaine. "I thought I went home with some random guy last night."

"Your welcome." Blaine gave Kurt a genuine smile.

"So, are you going to tell me what happened last night?"

"Ok, well we basically just danced and drank all night. Well you drank I supervised."

Kurt looked sympathetic. "Oh my god. You had to look after me all night? I am so sorry you didn't have fun last night."

Blaine laughed and shook his head. "No I had a blast. Once I figured out that you needed this I stopped drinking that way one of us was sober enough to get us home." Both laughed nervously. "Anyways, we danced, mostly together. Though right before we left these two guys came up and asked us to dance and I did have to pull you away from the one, I think his name was Luca. You kept telling him that he was beautiful and that he could be a model and that you worked for Vogue and could make it happen. I didn't want you to get his hopes up. I had to pull you away before any more empty promises were made."

Kurt's eyes grew wide. "Please tell me that he was the hottest guy you had ever laid eyes on and I wasn't just feeding him lies." Kurt looked desperately hopeful.

"I said I didn't want you to get his hopes up." Blaine laughed knowing that the most beautiful man he had ever laid eyes on was standing on the other side of his counter.

Kurt's face fell. "He was a troll, wasn't he?"

Blaine nodded. "Yeah, kinda." Kurt dropped his head as low as his neck would take it.

"Oh my god. I am so sorry. I never drink that much, like ever. It will never happen again, you have my word."

"No don't be. Like I said, I had fun."

Kurt paused before saying anything. "So, was that it?"

Blaine exhaled deeply. "Yep, pretty much. We left and walked back to my place."

"That's it?"

Blaine wanted to tell him. He wanted to tell him that they had kissed and how electrifying it had been and how Blaine had wished that it had never stopped. How he wished that he could just lean across the counter right now and kiss him again.

"That's it."

Blaine handed Kurt the tea that he had made him. "Thanks."

Blaine smiled mischievously at Kurt, who was slightly weary of what the curly haired boy was up to, as he walked toward the display case of all the baked goods for the day. He looked over his options and finally decided on one. He grabbed a couple and strolled back over towards Kurt who was now trapped talking to Lacy and Reese. As soon as Blaine appeared the two girls dispersed with a 'see you tomorrow Kurt' as he waved them off. Blaine handed over a small brown paper bag. "I got you some apple fitters. The girls just made them this morning and they are absolutely to die for. I figured you could use something sweet, plus you really should eat. It will help with the hangover."
"Thank you." Kurt looked down at the brown paper bag with the 'Interval Café' logo on it. "You know, you are incorrigible. Stop trying to take care of me," Kurt said in a very joking way.

Blaine gave a timid laugh. "Never."

Kurt hid the blush in his face. He started to get out his money. "How much for everything.

"Nope, apple fritters are on me. Just give me the usual for the drink."

Kurt huffed. "We had a deal. Only that first time was a freebee."

"Well don't think of it as a freebee, think of it as...me being a gracious host."

Kurt was digging into his wallet. "You are going to spoil me one day, Anderson."

Blaine grinned proudly. "That's the plan." Then the strangest thing happened. Blaine saw a very unrecognizable emotion from Kurt. One that he couldn't read, and Blaine prided himself I being able to read people. They called him the 'Coffee God' around here because he always seemed to know exactly what anyone that walked through that door needed, even if they didn't.

Kurt shook whatever it was off. "Umm...sorry. Spaced out for a minute. Anyways, I'm running late. Lots to do. I have to go but I will see you later, ok?"

Blaine nodded. "Ok. See you later." Kurt was already walking out the door. "Hummel." Kurt turned around. "Good luck at the shoot today."

Kurt looked confused but eventually smiled and walked out the door.

Blaine was scared out of watching Kurt when he heard a voice beside him. "So boss, when can I expect the invite?"

Blaine looked at the stunningly beautiful Lacy with her long blond flowing locks and her perfect body with a confused expression. "To what?"

Reese's high-pitched voice came up on the other side. "To the wedding stupid."

"Don't I pay the two of you to do something around here?" Blaine mockingly questioned.

"Mmhmm." Reese's eyebrow cocked up.

"Just remember boss, when you ask me to be a bridesmaid, I'm a size three." Lacy headed toward the back with a wicked grin. Reese followed not far behind but not before flipping her chocolate curls in Blaine's face. All Blaine could do was laugh to himself before turning to help the next customer.

Kurt POV

Kurt climbed into a cab while shouting out an address for an old, abandon warehouse building by the harbor that the shoot was going to be at. His heart was racing. He really wasn't late, he would probably beat everyone there but he needed to think. About Blaine. About his feeling. About Everything.

Kurt had thought it sweet that Blaine had taken care of him last night but then when Kurt joked about how he needed to stop caring for him, Kurt hadn't anticipated what Blaine had said.

Never.

Those words rang in Kurt's head over and over.

Never.

Then when Blaine had implied he hoped to spoil him one day, an unexpected thought popped into Kurt's brain.

I hope you do get the chance to spoil me one day.

Just as soon as Kurt thought he had his thoughts in check as he was leaving, Blaine has to go and be a gentleman once again. He has to tell him good luck at the shoot. Erik had never once wished him good luck or asked about his day for that matter. Kurt was slowly realizing that Blaine was the shining example of what a real man should be, someone that he needed in his life, someone that he could see himself being with for the rest of his life.

It freaked him out. He needed to be out as fast as possible. He just got out of a long relationship. He didn't need to be having these thoughts about some other guy. Not yet at least. I mean, Blaine had always been very attractive, Kurt had always thought, and that smile. Oh that smile that made him weak at the knees. Kurt had always thought that Blaine was adorable, but much like a puppy or kitten is adorable but today...today was different. All of a sudden Kurt was seeing Blaine for the real him.

He really needed to talk to someone about all of this.

He was pulled from his thoughts as the cab slowed to a stop outside the building. He climbed out and thanked the cab driver as he handed him his money and he drove away. Kurt walked toward the building only to discover that Isabelle was there early also, overseeing the initial set up.

Kurt exhaled at least he could maybe talk to her about everything. He ran up to her and threw his arms around her neck. "What's the matter Kurt?"

"What isn't the matter Iz?" Kurt unattached himself so he could look at her. She continued to hold his hands in her own. He huffed out a breath of air. "Erik and I broke up." Isabelle threw her arms around Kurt this time.

"Oh god, Kurt I am so sorry. Are you ok?"

"Yes...no...I don't know." Kurt looked nervously around the space.

"Well maybe you should go home and take a few days off so that you can..."
"No," Kurt cut her off. "I mean, I didn't mean for that to sound so harsh. I just meant I think I need to be at work right now. It might keep my mind off things right now."

"Are you sure?" Kurt nodded. "Ok but if at anytime you feel not up to it please go, I will understand."

"Thanks Iz, but the breakup isn't what I am really upset about."

"What else is wrong?" Her eyes grew wide and she clapped her hand over her mouth. "Is it your father? Is he ok?"

"Oh yes, Dad's ok. His health is fine." Kurt saw her sigh in relief. "Well than what is it?"

"Well I just got out of things with Erik last night so I wanted to go out. So I called up a friend and we went out dancing and drinking and I guess I had too much to drink because I don't remember going back to Blaine's place."

"Blaine? The barista? Oh my god, you slept with your barista?"

Kurt snickered. "No, no, no, I didn't sleep with him, I slept on his couch. I took a shower and went back to my place to change. I went in after to get my tea and things were...weird."

"Weird good, or weird bad?"

Kurt looked spaced. "Weird...I don't know. He was saying all this really sweet stuff to me and my heart started to pound erratically and my head was reeling."

"Kurt, your just confused. You are coming off a breakup from a guy that you lived with for two years. Its just confusion, that's all."

"Yeah maybe," but then why was the only coherent thought in my head the one saying that I should lean across that counter and kiss him? Kiss him so hard that we both forget about the world, forget about everything, and we could just be.