Kurt POV

Kurt started to stir as he felt a body underneath him. He had his hand resting on some very strong pectoral muscles as he lay belly down on the couch with his leg tangled with the muscular thigh of another. Him and Erik hadn't done this in a while, it was nice after everything they...

Holy Shit this isn't Erik!

Kurt started to slowly peel himself from the arm that was protectively wrapped around him as he felt the other man stir slightly in his sleep. Kurt picked up his head to find a sleeping Blaine.

That's right. Blaine. Blaine came over. We watched a movie. We must have fallen asleep.

A smile graced Kurt's face. Despite the small capacity to move around, Kurt hadn't slept this well in ages. Most nights were spent worrying where Erik was and Kurt feeling the emptiness in the king size bed that they shared and even when he was home and they were sharing the same bed, they would sleep worlds away from each other with not even the slightest hint of adoration.

Kurt decided to settle back into the embrace. He settled in laying his head down of Blaine's stomach. It was comfortable unlike Erik's. Erik had kept himself to a near 5% body fat, which made it uncomfortable for cuddling as all his muscles were rippling and rock hard, but this...this was perfect. Blaine was by no means fat, or overweight for that matter but his body gave just the right amount of give to be considered...perfect.

Kurt leaned in and breathed in the scent of Blaine's clothes. It drove him wild that someone could smell so sweet, like a mix of fresh picked vanilla and French roast coffee. Kurt started to absently rub from Blaine's collarbone to the buckle on his jeans. Momentarily Kurt thought what it might be like to touch the muscles without the burden of the t-shirt between his hand and Blaine's skin but that was short lived as Blaine wiggled awake beneath him.

"Mmm...good morning." Blaine stroked Kurt's arm up and down as Kurt noted how soothing that motion was.

"Good morning." Kurt reached for the remote on the coffee table in front of them and clicked off the 'play' menu for the movie. "I guess we fell asleep."

Blaine grumbled through a laugh. "Yeah...what time is it?"

"It's a little after 7:30."

"Shit!" Blaine practically tossed Kurt off of him as he flew off the couch and headed toward the front door to collect his things. "Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Shit. Fuck." Blaine continued to chant as he ran around the unfamiliar apartment trying to remember where he had put everything the night before.

Kurt reluctantly got off the couch and followed him. "What's wrong?"

"The shop opened an hour and a half ago and it wasn't Wes' turn to open and he is the only other one with a key." Blaine was rambling. Kurt handed Blaine his jacket as he was throwing on his shoes. "I'm sorry that I have to leave like this. I wish I didn't. I really wish I didn't. I'll see you later though, ok?" Blaine flew out the door slamming the door closed behind him leave Kurt only to his thoughts to ponder of the night before.

Blaine POV

Blaine was practically running down the street trying to catch a cab. As soon as one pulled over, he climbed in and shouted out the address for the shop. God he was going to be so late, he was already so late. What was he going to tell Wes? He positively for sure couldn't tell him that he was cuddled up on a couch with the one person that made him most happy in this world all night long which he was definitely feeling the affects from. Being that close to Kurt had given him a serious hard on that was straining against his jeans and he wasn't even going to have time to take a shower to take care of it. Thinking about the previous night wasn't helping his little situation either.

Blaine snapped his neck to look out the window, which is when he felt the other effect from the night. His neck was so sore from lying on a couch in such an uncomfortable position. He was rubbing his neck when they cabbie pulled up to the shop with the custom designed sign that had made before opening up that featured music notes floating out of a coffee cup with the name of the café. He made his way through the crowd of people to squeeze through the door. He tried not to make eye contact, but he could feel Wes's eyes glaring at him from across the room. He made his way behind the counter and finally found Wes who looked like he had been sweating from all the running that the usual weekend crowd brings. "Where the fuck have you been? And why are you in yesterday's clothes? Never mind don't answer, right now I don't care. Get your ass up stairs, change, and get back down here, STAT! Just because I am brushing it under the rug doesn't mean that we won't be talking about this later."

Blaine was already running for the stairs as he shouted back, "Sorry," before jogging up taking the steps two at a time. Once he got up there he made a beeline for the bedroom, picked out a pair of dark wash denim jeans and the usual 'Interval Café' t-shirt, in maroon today, a new pair of boxer briefs and headed for the bathroom. Once he got I there he stripped down, decided that taking care of his little problem would only take a second considering how uncomfortably hard he was and he couldn't walk around in his own shop all day with his cock straining to be free. All it took was four strokes and he was coming all over his hand. He quickly wiped himself up and threw on the clothes, run a small amount of the raspberry hair gel to tame the curls slightly so as not to look like Einstein all day, brushed his teeth, slipped on the usual kaki colored boat shoes and was once again flying down the stairs. He found his apron and tied it around his waist and went over to his usual spot by the espresso machine.

All morning and into the early afternoon, Blaine could feel the suspicious looks and glares that Wes was shooting him in between customers. Even Lacy and Reese had shot him the occasional questioning glance. Everyone knew that Blaine would never do something like that. In the two years the shop had been open, Blaine had never once been late to work never mind not even bothering to show up.

He tried to stay focused on his work and not think about the fact that he had been pressed up against Kurt all night like nothing else in the world mattered but that was proving to be a bit difficult as people came in and order a grande nonfat mocha which would instantly remind him of Kurt's favorite drink order or see a man with baby blue eyes which would instantly take him back to the previous night when he was staring into the oceans that Kurt called his eyes over their Chinese food cartons.

It was about 3:00pm when the shop finally slowed down enough for Wes to come over and question Blaine. Blaine could see him sauntering over toward him and Blaine's heart started to race. He still had no idea what excuse he was going to give. His mind had been preoccupied all day. "Before you say anything Wes, I'm really sorry about this morning."

"Blaine next time please at least give a courteous call telling me to drag my ass out of bed early to open for you. I don't appreciate Lacy and Reese calling me asking me where you are because none of the lights are on and the doors are locked. So I dragged my ass out of bed, on my late start day, to trudge all the way to work to find out that you are no where to be found. I knock on the door to the loft. Nothing. I go into the loft. Not a trace. Go up to your bedroom. Bed is still made from the day before. Are you going to make me ask or are you just going to tell me where the hell you were?"

Blaine could feel his palms growing sweaty. "Umm...I...um...went to the store this morning to get some...napkins because we were all out." Crap there is a whole new shipment in the back of napkins.

"There was a new shipment of napkins."

And I didn't come back with anything.

"And you didn't come back with any bags."

Damn he's good.

Wes put his hands on his hips. "What's really going on here B?"

Blaine's mind was searching for a new excuse. "I...uh..."

"I mean did you sleep with some guy last night because right now that would be the only plausible reason. You show up in yesterday's clothes, you weren't in your apartment this morning, and your hair is all rumpled. We both know how long it's been Blaine."

"Hey." Blaine was offended and was momentarily taken right out of his situation that he currently found himself in. "It has not been that long."

"Ok, when is the last time you got laid, huh?"

"It was...um..."

"Exactly. If you can't remember, it's been too long."

"Not true! It was Jesse. Remember, that real clingy one that wouldn't stop following me after only one date."

"Yeah Blaine, and how long ago was that."

"It was only a couple months ago."

"That was over a year ago." Really? Blaine mentally did the math and Wes was right, it had been a while.

"Yep, your right. I got laid last night. You caught me." Blaine tried to say straightly as not to lead Wes to think otherwise.

Wes's face broke out into a sly grin. "You and Kurt go out again last night and you picked up some twink?"

"Yep. That's exactly what happened," Blaine lied to his friend.

"Get. It. B." Wes exclaimed to the café.

Blaine grabbed him by the arm and dragged him toward the baking room where Lacy and Reese had decided to take a break away from for a few minutes. "Keep your voice down."

"What was his name? What was it like? Good?"

"His name was...Kyle." Kyle? Where did that come from? "It was...fine. Fun for one night."

"Well maybe now that you've gotten some you wont be so uptight around here."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Blaine, you yelled at Reese yesterday for forgetting her name tag. A year ago you wouldn't have cared about something like that."

Blaine had to admit he had been slightly uptight lately. Maybe he could pull back to mean boss routine he had been keeping up with. "Whatever." Blaine waved him off. "Get back to work for god sakes. Just because I screwed up once and showed up late doesn't mean that I'm not still your boss."

"And best friend," Wes reminded him. "Which is the reason I can talk to you like this and get away with it. And you would never fire me. You need me here too much. Without me, this place would go to shit."

Blaine scoffed. "Yeah. Whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night." Both men laughed as they walked back to the front. "By the way, is everything ready for tomorrow night?"

"Should be. Just finishing up a few things and then we will be all set. The regular time right? 7pm?"

"Yeah."

"Good."

Blaine looked toward the front entrance to survey the clientele that had come in since Blaine had dragged Wes to the back to have their little chat. That's when he saw him. There stood a starry eyed Kurt fresh off the streets and was doing his usual look around for Blaine. Blaine was taken aback. Kurt was here...in front of him...on a Saturday. This had rarely happened in the two years that 'Interval' had been open and when it did it was usually to try and get some work done but Blaine noticed that he carried nothing with him, no bag, no laptop, no papers, just himself and the incredibly adorably shy look that he was sporting.

Kurt looked gorgeous in the early afternoon sunlight with his hair perfectly coifed and his spattering of freckles that lay across his cute little nose. He noticed that he had changed out of the clothes that they had woken up in this morning. He now sported a casual but tantalizing look that was driving Blaine wild with want and he had wished now that he hadn't helped Lacy and Reese with the Italian and Herb bread as he was now sporting flour all over his apron and clothes.

Kurt approached and with every step he took Blaine could feel his heart speed up a little more. Kurt finally reached the counter and gave an unsure smile to Blaine. "Hey."

"Hey."

Neither knew what to say. "So...how has your day been?" Kurt broke the silence.

"Fine. Yours?"

"Good." An awkward silence fell over the two men. "Sorry I had to leave so suddenly this morning."

"Oh it's ok, I understand." Blaine nodded.

After a couple long minutes of just staring at each other, both unsure of what to say Blaine had had enough. His heart was racing and he thought he might actually die of a heart attack if he waited any longer. Blaine leaned in close so that no one else in the shop heard the boys talking. "So...are we going to talk about the fact that we slept on a couch together?"

Kurt's face turned a shade of red that Blaine was sure that no human being should be as he turned his gaze away from Blaine, avoiding eye contact. "Um...yeah. I was going to ask you. How are you? I mean you had it rough. I was the comfier of the two." Kurt's eyes shot wide open as he realized how that had probably sounded to Blaine. "I mean...I didn't mean anything by that I just meant,"He was practically sweating bullets.

Blaine took mercy on him and chuckled a bit. "Don't worry about it. I'm a little sore from the odd angle my head sat at all night but nothing an aspirin or two won't cure, plus," Blaine looked right into Kurt's deep blue eyes and somberly said, "it was worth it."

Kurt bit his bottom lip driving Blaine crazy with want. He was clearly just as nervous as Blaine had been. Both men relaxed slightly know that the other was just as on edge. "So what did you tell Wes?" Kurt asked cautiously.

"I told him that I was with you." Kurt's eyes flew wide open again with surprise. "Not like that. I mean he thinks we went out again last night to a club and I picked up some guy."

Kurt's whole body relaxed as he sighed. "Was he mad you were late?"

"Furious." Both men laughed with each other. "But I just reminded him who the boss was and that I could fire him if need be."

"You would never though," Kurt said knowingly.

"Yeah he said the same thing. You both know me too well." Blaine was shocked at his own words. Kurt did know him. He knew him very well. Despite what they had talked about the night before about family and growing up and favorite colors and whether they were a dog or a cat person, none of that mattered. Kurt knew him in the important ways. He knew that he would never fire Wes because he loved him too much to every do something like that and despite the joke earlier, Blaine knew Interval would not be the same without him...or Kurt for that matter. They had both been by his side for so long, they were both just as much a part of the shop as Blaine and the shop itself.

Kurt pulled Blaine out of his realization. "So...last night was fun. We should do it again sometime. I haven't laughed that hard in a really long time."

"Me neither."

"What was last night anyways?" Kurt asked out of curiosity but Blaine was just as clueless.

"I don't know. I'm trying not to over analyze it though. It was fun. It was...nice." Blaine hoped that Kurt knew he meant more than just the shared food and dessert and the conversations that they had.

"Yeah it was." There was a gleam in Kurt's eye.

They both sat staring at each other for a while before Blaine once again found his voice. "Can I get you anything? Drink? Food? The usual Saturday?"

Kurt cracked a smile. "Well I could use that usual Saturday drink. I haven't had it in a long while. What has it been? Three months?"

"Seven...actually." Blaine was kicking himself on the inside for know that.

Kurt tried to suppress a laugh. "You haven't been keeping track, have you?"

"Not at all." Blaine let a crooked grin cross his face. Blaine was already almost done mixing in vanilla and cupcake syrup and sprinkles and whip cream. He handed Kurt a beautifully crafted drink.

"Mmm. This is way better than I remember." Kurt took another sip.

"That would be because I added my secret ingredient." Blaine exaggeratedly looked around to see if anyone was listening in and leaned in real close to Kurt. "The secret is that it's cinnamon." Blaine pulled back and looked right at Kurt and he had a certain sparkle in his eye as he smiled up at Blaine.

"Well it's really great. Listen I hate to run but I'm meeting up with my step brother and my best friend but I thought I could stop in for a second just to say...hi."

"Well I'm glad you did." Blaine was trying to contain himself. "But before you go. I was thinking, you keep bothering me while I'm at work, maybe I should give you my cell number so that you aren't clogging up the one line on my shop's phone," Blaine said teasingly. A smile played across his face as Kurt averted his gaze as he tried to hide his smile.

"Here." Kurt handed over his phone with the empty 'new contact' page up on his phone. "Give me your number and I'll text you so you have mine." Blaine frantically typed in his contact information for Kurt. After he was done, he handed the phone back over. Kurt looked down at the seven digit number that he was sure would quickly become his number one contact right under his father. "I'll text you later tonight."

"Promise?"

"Promise." Kurt laid his hand atop Blaine's on the counter. Blaine's hand instantly felt like it was on fire. The touch had electricity shooting through his entire body. "I really did have a good time last night. I meant it when I said I wanted to do it again. I meant all of it." Blaine knew exactly what Kurt was hinting at.

"Me too."

Kurt's hand disappeared from Blaine's and just as quickly as it had started, it ended. "Ok. Look for a text later tonight."

"Will do." Kurt started to head for the door but not with one last glance backwards toward Blaine accompanied by a little wave. Blaine waved back. An idea popped into his head. He was going to regret this. "Kurt!" Blaine yelled across the shop. The blue-eyed beauty of a man turned around to once again face Blaine but not closing the distance. "What are you doing tomorrow?"

Kurt thought for a minute. "Nothing much. Just have to look over a couple of spreads. Why?"

Blaine bit his bottom lip then sighed. "How about you come here, say around 7 or so, tomorrow night?"

Kurt shrugged. "Sure. What for?"

Blaine didn't say anything just shook his head gently from side to side. He wasn't giving up anything.

Kurt must have gotten it because he didn't press any further. "Ok, Anderson." There was sweetness in Kurt's voice that was not normally there when he used Blaine's last name like that. "I'll see you tomorrow then." Kurt turned on his heels again and walked out the door.

Blaine gave a huge sigh, exhaling now for the first time since Kurt had walked in. He grinned from ear to ear trying to hide it from the rest of the shop.

"Blainey's got a crush." Blaine could hear Wes sing song from somewhere behind him.

Blaine threw a "Get back to work," over his shoulder before heading back to work himself.

8:56pm

Unknown

About a Boy is on and I thought of you.

8:57pm

Who is this?

8:57pm

Unknown

Kurt. Duh ;)

9:01pm

Kurt? Hi

Kurt <3

9:01pm

Hi

9:02pm

Wait why did you think of me during About a Boy??

Kurt <3

9:03pm

Hugh Grant, Notting Hill

I'm not going to lie. It's a little lonely on this couch all by myself ;)

9:03pm

Well we will just have to arrange another movie night then

Kurt <3

9:04pm

Looking forward to tomorrow night and whatever tricks you have up your sleeve.

9:04pm

You should be

By the way if Wes ever asks about Kyle Just say he was cute.

Kurt<3

9:05

What?

9:05

Never mind

Kurt<3

9:06pm

Goodnight Blaine

9:07pm

Goodnight Kurt