Kurt POV

Kurt was sitting on the couch of his two favorite people in the world, His best friend Rachel, rising Broadway star and current lead in Wicked, and his slightly monstrous step brother, Finn. Kurt had decided that it had been a while since he had seen them, so he decided to spend the evening with them catching up. Rachel was in the middle of a story about how the previous night, Patti LuPone had come to see the show when Kurt felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw the name written across his screen. His face broke out into a wide smile.

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10:34pm

Do you have dinner plans for tomorrow night??

10:34pm

No

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10:35pm

Good. Don't make any.

10:36pm

May I ask why?

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10:36pm

Because I am taking you out on our first official date. Meet at the coffee shop at 8 o' clock tomorrow night.

Kurt tried to suppress a smile but if it were a battle, the smile was definitely winning.

"Kurt, are you paying attention?" Rachel asked with her usual annoyed tone.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm just having a hard time concentrating. Go on." Kurt continued to stare at the text. He wanted to take me out?

"No, now you are going to share what has you giggling like some school girl. Spill."

Kurt looked between the both of them staring at him waiting for him to continue. "Ok. So there's a guy." Rachel squealed. "And he just asked me out on our first date."

"Oh my god, Kurt who is it? Anyone I know?" Rachel was bouncing up and down in her seat.

"It's Blaine, the guy from the coffee shop."

Rachel let out a high pitch noise that Kurt was sure was only audible to dogs.

"Oh my god Rach. He is so cute. He has this hair that just...and his eyes they are just like...and the way he smiles...he's perfect."

"Good for you little bro. I'm happy that you're happy."

"Thanks Finn I'm happy that I'm happy too." Kurt looked down at the text again.

"So when does he want to see you?" Rachel had scooted herself closer to Kurt encroaching on his personal space.

"Well I see him every morning but he wants to take me out tomorrow night." Kurt just couldn't wipe the grin off his face. His cheeks were starting to hurt.

"You know I knew there was something different about you when you came in tonight." Finn said completely serious.

"You did not." Rachel hit her boyfriend playfully on the shoulder.

"Yes I did. He's my little brother. I can tell when there is something different about him."

"Well I've been friends with him way longer than you two have been brothers and..."

"Hey!" Kurt got between them. "Now, now children, play nice. There is enough of me to go around." Kurt joked. All three were laughing before too long. "And by the way Finn, would you quit it with the little brother stuff, I'm older than you."

"By a month and a half."

"Still counts." Kurt reminded him.

"Well no matter what. I'm happy for you." Rachel gushed. "When can I meet him?"

"Not until I know it's serious."

"Kuuurt." Rachel complained.

"No."

"Fine. I'll just find another way to meet him."

"Rachel Barbara Berry, if you scare him away I will hurt you." Kurt wagged a finger in his friends face.

"Scare him. I would be helping."

"I really like this guy, like really like him, and I don't need your help. I am fully capable of carrying on a relationship without your help."

"Oh so now it's a relationship?" Rachel leaned in, smiling and being her intrusive self.

God I hope so.

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Kurt walked into the familiar shop like every morning at 8:41. Though he had been here hundreds of times, it somehow seemed different. The lighting seemed brighter, the people seemed cheerier, and Blaine looked more stunning than ever. He spotted him and immediately started walking to him. Blaine was in mid concentration. He was busy filling drink orders and running around getting various baked goods. He hadn't even noticed that Kurt had come in. He had that boss scowl on that suggested that he was the one in charge, which Kurt decided quickly, was hot. Kurt sat at the counter on a barstool as Blaine zoomed past him, giving orders to all the employees. Now that Kurt thought about it, the entire staff seemed to have an edge about them. Kurt sat there for probably a good five minutes without Blaine noticing him and every time Blaine came by, a little piece of Kurt died thinking that maybe he didn't want him there. Right when Kurt was contemplating just getting coffee at the office today, Kurt could feel someone pulling him forward by his tie and before he knew it he was melting into the most delicious lips he had every tasted. No matter how much they did this, even if it was forever, he would never get use to the way that Blaine smelled or tasted. "Why didn't you tell me you were here?"

"Well good morning to you too."

"Sorry." Blaine slowly pulled Kurt into another kiss that was much sweeter this time, not so forced. "Good morning. You look beautiful this morning."

"Thank you." Kurt looked Blaine up and down. "And you are looking exceptionally dirty yourself today." Blaine was covered in coffee stains from his cheeks down to his kaki pants mixed with something gooey and blood red right in the middle of the apron that he had tied around his waist.

Blaine rolled his eyes. "The new hire, Colby, dropped an entire pan of Summer Berry Croissants and I just happened to be standing in a very unfortunate place and I haven't had any chance to change yet. The girls are busy trying to make another batch while I try to help out. And as for the coffee stains, there was a little mishap with said employee breaking two of the blenders this morning. Now he's on bathroom duty while I try and catch up, and of course Wes had to have a meeting with his label this morning so he's not even here." Blaine let out a long breath.

"Do you want to cancel for tonight? We can reschedule. It wouldn't be a big deal." Kurt rubbed Blaine's arm.

"No. We are still going out tonight. I need this after a day like today, plus I hardly slept last night because I was up most of the night thinking about you." Blaine was looking at Kurt like he hung the moon, which made Kurt self-conscious in the big crowd of people so he changed the subject.

"So what exactly are we doing? I mean I don't want to show up decked in Alexander McQueen and you take me mud wrestling."

Blaine gave him a look that said 'really, Kurt.' "Would I ever take you mud wrestling? Please Kurt, give me some credit. I know you a little better than that."

"It's just an example." Blaine laughed which made Kurt smiled. Ever since the other day, every time he smiled, Kurt couldn't help but smile too.

"Well just dress casual, nothing fancy, just jeans and a t-shirt and it's a surprise and that's the last we will be talking about it so don't even ask."

"Ok." Kurt bit his bottom lip. He liked being the one without control. He would always have to plan the dates with Erik and even then he would have to beg and plead to go out.

"Look not to rush you out but we are really busy." Blaine handed Kurt his vanilla caramel latte.

"Sure." Kurt grabbed his money out of his bag and handed it to Blaine with a peck to the cheek.

"Thanks. I'll see you tonight."

"Can't wait."

"Me neither. I'll be looking forward to it after a hell morning like today."

Kurt giggled and laid a kiss to Blaine's lips before he started to walk away. "Ok, I'll see you in a few hours then." Kurt through a quick waved back to Blaine and he was tumbling out the door again headed to work.

Blaine POV

Blaine was all ready to go. He had excused himself from his duties downstairs and had taken a shower to get the berry coffee mixture off of him along with the film of sweat that had taken up residence on his skin from all the running around he had been doing. He had chosen jeans and a gray t-shirt and had decided that he would just wear his a pair of boat shoes that he had only worn out once before. They were navy blue and white striped and they were just the right amount of dressy for a date like this.

Blaine walked out onto the fire escape and took in the fresh air. He let the wind run through his unruly curls. He looked down at the water bowl and food dish to make sure that they were full. Just as he was thinking about him, the brown and black tabby that Blaine had affectionately name Filch after the character from his favorite book series, Harry Potter (except that this Filch was much nicer), walked up and wove his way in and out of his legs, rubbing and purring all the way. Blaine reached down and pet the mangy, matted up, balding cat. Filch's fur was quite patchy and mangled, the cat had obviously been on it's own for a while, much like Blaine which is probably why he had taken a liking to the cat. They were kindred spirits needing to know that someone in this world loved them.

Blaine, still petting the cat, looked down at the front of his bustling shop. Through the crowd of people though, Blaine was able to make out one head, a chestnut headed man that was styled to perfection, with unmistakably impeccable fashion sense no matter what he was wearing. Blaine smiled to himself and slid his hand along the tabby's back one last time.

He had been thinking more and more about taking the cat in lately. Maybe one of these days he would just do it. He hated seeing that cat everyday, knowing that it had to brave the summer heat. "I'll be back in a little while, Filchy. Daddy's got a date." Blaine got up off his knees and ran through the loft down to the shop to meet Kurt at the front. Luckily Kurt was just about to grab the handle of the door to walk in as Blaine hit that last step. He walked in and looked around the crowd trying to spot Blaine. The moment their eyes met across the crowd of people Kurt broke out into an ear splitting grin. Blaine could feel his heart leap completely out of his chest. He was sure that this vital organ was no longer attached to his body because Kurt had it. His heart, in that moment, that beautiful moment that 100 people were in the room to witness but Blaine felt like they were the only two in the room, that moment Blaine knew that his heart no longer belonged to him, but instead was held in possession by this man. This man that waltzed right into his life two years ago and has never left. This man, that despite whatever is going on in his life, no matter how shitty his day, he could always make it ten times better. This man that stood less than 10 feet away from him and approaching faster and faster. Blaine was rendered immobile by the sight of his date as he made his way over to him.

Kurt stopped several inches in front of Blaine still smiling. Blaine could now see to the depth of Kurt's eyes, ocean deep, like a rolling wave coming into shore. "Hey you."

"Hey." Blaine's heart was pounding. He had only dreamt of the moment he could take Kurt out. Kurt leaned forward and connected their lips.

"Sorry I'm 15 minutes early. I guess nerves and excitement got the best of me." Kurt smiled shyly.

"Don't ever be sorry about something like that. And I'm glad that your early because that just means I get to spend an extra 15 minutes with you." Blaine leaned in to peck Kurt on the lips yet again grabbing a hold of each of the taller man's hands. "You ready to go?"

"Yep."

"Good. I just gotta grab a thing or two and then I will be all set. You stay right here and I will be right back." He let go of Kurt's hands and started to walk behind the counter again. Grabbing the picnic basket that he had readied before he had gone upstairs, packed away the two sandwiches that he had asked Reese to make, grabbed the blanket that he had brought down earlier, and came out again grabbing hold of Kurt's hand again, intertwining their fingers. "Ok, let's get going." They started to make their way through the crowded shop hand in hand. "I'll be back in awhile Wes." Blaine shouted over the tens of people standing in front of Wes all shouting out their own orders.

"Don't worry about it bro. I'll close up tonight. Go out and have fun. I'll see you in the morning." Wes threw his gaze over to Kurt now. "And I expect another show tomorrow my dear sweet Kurt." Wes gave a mischievous grin. Kurt blushed as he buried his face in Blaine's shoulder.

"Nice, real mature Wes." Blaine shouted to his best friend.

"Well maturity is one of my best attributes," Wes smiled proudly.

Blaine rolled his eyes and started to walk toward the front door. "Please don't forget to lock up tonight Wes." Blaine whined.

"Ok, that happened once and you have never let me forget it."

"Well it was one too many times." Wes rolled his eyes like a three year old trying to defy his parents for the first time. "Goodbye, Wes." Blaine said it a little overdramatically as he dragged Kurt out the door. Kurt turned back and waved.

The last thing the boys heard before they walked out the door over the packed shop was Wes screaming, "Remember, no glove, no love."

Kurt looked at Blaine with wide eyes as they started the journey down the sidewalk. "Did he really just say that in front of everyone?"

"Yep. He really did." Both men laughed. "I'm sorry he's so embarrassing. I've tried to tame him but he is a wild beast. He can't be tamed."

"I should start getting use to this type of thing then?"

"Yeah probably..." Blaine got worried as he watched Kurt's head fall. "Unless you don't want to then I can totally talk to him about dialing it back. It's just that he's protective of me and this is how he deals with it. He can be a little..."

Kurt cut him off. "Over the top?"

"I was going to say intense but that works too." Kurt laughed.

"Seriously, don't worry about it. Wait until you meet my best friend. Rachel is a bit dramatic."

"I feel like our best friends would get along great."

Kurt giggled. "You're right, they would."

Blaine and Kurt walked together hand in hand down the street for a little while before Kurt spoke up again. "So what is the plan for dinner anyways? I'm starving so you better be feeding me soon."

Blaine laughed. "We're almost there."

The two talked for some time about there days to pass the time. Blaine talked about what had happened with Colby earlier. Blaine said he had never had to fire anyone in the two years they had been open but that he was nervous that Colby was going to be his first. "I mean, he just doesn't care about the work that he is doing, Kurt, and I don't know how to make him care. I'm not a bad boss, am I? I think I run a tight ship but never has it ever been an unpleasant work environment. I have some of the most loyal staff and there has to be a reason for that, right?"

Kurt went on about their upcoming 'Summer Wedding Couture' shoot that was going to be later that week and how he had talked to Vera Wang about sending over some of her dresses to pull from. "It's going to be gorgeous. I can't wait."

"I thought you didn't like weddings."

"I never said I didn't like weddings, I just said that I wasn't going to get married."

"Is there a difference?" Blaine said in confusion. Kurt just let the question hang in the air as he laughed.

Blaine led Kurt through Central Park to a shady Weeping Willow tree near a pond with a family of ducks casually floating under a small cross bridge. It was picturesque and Blaine could not have planned it any better. "What are we doing?" Kurt asked as he looked out onto the beautiful scene.

"We are going to be having a picnic." Blaine started to spread out the blanket that he had brought right out under the tree. Kurt jumped in realizing what Blaine was doing and took the other side to help with the blanket. Blaine set down the basket on the blanket and sat down. Kurt followed suit shortly after.

"I have always wanted to have a picnic in Central Park." Kurt was trying to contain his excitement.

"I know."
Kurt looked confused. "You know?"

"Yeah. You once asked me what my idea of a perfect date was..."

Kurt cut him off. "And you said it was just spending time with someone you loved."

Blaine smirked. "You remembered?" Kurt blushed as he shrugged. Blaine looked to the grass, trying to suppress a big grin. Once he had composed himself, he looked back to Kurt. "Then I asked you what your perfect date was and you said that you had always wanted a man to take you to Central Park..." Blaine motioned around him, "...have a simple, romantic dinner..." Blaine pulled two foil packages and a plastic container containing some fresh fruit, "...share a bottle of wine..." Blaine pulled out a bottle of red wine, "...and have that guy make you your favorite dessert as he feed it to you." Blaine pulled out the last plastic container from his basket the sides weren't clear though so Kurt couldn't see what was in that container.

"What is it?" Kurt was picking up the container with excitement trying to see in. He was just about to pop the top of the container before Blaine snatched it from his grip.

"No, no, no. Not until later."

Kurt exaggerated his pout.

"I'm sorry but you are not finding out what is in the container until later."

Kurt huffed out a breath of air. "Fine." His mocking disappointment disappeared. "But really, Blaine, I can't believe that you remembered that. We had that talk like over a year ago."

Blaine just shrugged. He took the two sandwiches in hand. "So I have a spinach, mozzarella, and roasted red pepper panini or I have a brie and smoked turkey panini. You pick."

"Um...Spinach." Blaine handed over the appropriate sandwich as he popped the top off of the fruit and unwrapped his own sandwich before digging in.

Kurt took his first bite. "Mmm, Blaine this is good."

"Well it should be. I had Reese make them that way I didn't ruin it." Kurt laughed. Blaine pulled out two plastic champagne flutes and popped the top off of the wine.

Kurt held out his flute as Blaine poured. "So Wes told me something interesting the other day."

"Oh yeah what was that?" Blaine took another bite.

"He said that you had a law degree, that you had graduated from Harvard."

Blaine swallowed so hard that he was sure that Kurt could hear it. "It's no big deal."

"No big deal? Blaine you graduated from Harvard Law School. You are like the best of the best. He said you were valedictorian of your class." Blaine shrugged. "Why didn't you pursue it? I mean the shop is great but you could be making a comfortable living doing much less work no doubt."

Blaine's smile was quickly disappearing. "I did pursue it."

"What happened?" Blaine sat quiet for a long time contemplating how to approach the subject. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to." Kurt placed his hand over Blaine's resting on his thigh.

"No. I want you to know I'm just...thinking." Kurt sat there, as Blaine was lost in thought for a while.

"I was a lawyer for a little while but it didn't make me happy. My dad forced me into pre-law when I first started college. From there I started to work in coffee shops to earn a little extra cash, not that I needed to, my parents are very wealthy and I had a trust fund. I was really good at it too and it made me happy, happier than school did. This made my dad angry. Every time I told him that law isn't what I wanted he told me that I would have a respectable career and no son of his would be working in a coffee shop the rest of his life.

"I worked really hard and got good grades all through law school and graduated with honors. After graduation I moved here to run the New York branch of my father's firm.

"I had worked for my father for a year and I was miserable. I still had never told my parents that I was gay. I was always afraid to. I knew how my father would react. His best friend's son, Logan, is gay and the way that he treated him was awful. He always talked about how it was an abomination so I had always kept it to myself." Blaine scoffed at something. "God if he had known that at our Christmas party when I was eighteen that me and Logan had snuck off to make out in my bedroom and give each other a hand job, he would have been furious." Blaine laughed but Kurt couldn't bring himself to. He was too deeply involved in the story. "I had boyfriends, nothing serious, I never let it get serious because I didn't want my parents to find out.

"One Saturday, though, when both my parents were in town I took them out to lunch with the intention of telling them. I knew what my father's reaction would be. I told them and my dad said that I was an abomination and that he never wanted to see me again. I sat there waiting for my mother to say something but she just sat there and said nothing. In my mind, that is even worse than the things that my dad was saying. I'm her son, she should have been backing me up, telling my dad that what he was doing was wrong but she said nothing.

"They got up and left. They cut me off, the company stopped paying for my Manhattan apartment, and my father had me fired. That was the last I heard from them. I moved in with Wes and his girlfriend, sleeping on their couch for three months trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life now that I was free. I went out for a walk one day and found a little pizzeria in the West Village. I decided to go in for a slice because I had been starving and they had the most amazing pepperoni I had ever tasted. Guiseppe's Pizzeria was the perfect little family run business. The owner sat down with me and we got to talking and he said he wanted to sell the place. It seemed like fate. I had enough money saved up from working in the shops to buy a small place. I couldn't hire a crew to do renovations so I did them myself. Three months later Interval was open. I had nothing but that shop and the loft, literally. I slept on a blow up mattress that Wes let me borrow for the first year or so. I didn't have a couch, or a TV."

Kurt let out a sigh as he wiped the tear that Blaine didn't know he had even shed. Kurt was rubbing circles on Blaine's back to sooth the ache that he felt. It was working. Blaine always felt better with Kurt around. He always seemed to know how to make him feel better. "Why did you wait so long to tell them? If you were seriously that unhappy, I mean."

"In their eyes, I was always the perfect child. I looked up to my brother despite the weird age gap. But Cooper was the screw up, the one that decided to move to LA after graduation and become an actor, the party animal, wild child. He has settled down for the most part now. He has a wife, Hannah, and they have a daughter, Olivia, she's three. But that doesn't matter because I saw how they treated him. My parents had just accepted the fact that that is who he was as they shook their heads and said, 'well that's just Cooper but at least we have one perfect child.' I didn't want to tarnish that vision they had of me. I didn't want to disappoint them. I didn't want to show them that I was flawed." Blaine averted his gaze away as he started to pick at a blade of grass.

"Blaine, look at me." Kurt pulled Blaine's chin upward so that they could look at each other. "Flaws make us human, Blaine. You didn't chose to be gay just like I didn't chose to have blue eyes and freckles."

Blaine laughed half-heartedly. "That's different. Your eyes and freckles are adorable, me being gay isn't."

Kurt raised his eyebrows. "You know what else is adorable?" Kurt bit his lip.

Blaine sniffled a bit. "What?"

"You." A smile slowly crept onto both Kurt and Blaine's faces easing the tension between them.

"How do you always know what to say?" Blaine didn't wait for an answer; he just dove in, capturing Kurt's lips into a little to sensual for public kiss. Blaine grabbed Kurt's neck pulling him closer as he felt Kurt's hands roaming over his body. Kurt slid his tongue against Blaine's lips begging to be let in which Blaine granted without hesitation. Their tongues moved together until both were out of breath and way to turned on to be out in public. They parted and Kurt rested his forehead against Blaine's. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, Blaine."

"Don't be sorry, I'm not. I'm finally happy with or without my parents. I have Cooper and Hannah and Olivia and Wes and Lacy and Reese and now I have you. I don't need them. I think I have a great support group behind me and enough people that love me just the way I am.

Kurt closed his eyes. "I wish I was half as strong as you are." Kurt plunged forward and they were once again making out on the blanket. Kurt pushed Blaine back so that he was laying on his back as Kurt covered him with kisses from his neck up to his lips nibbling on his earlobe every so often sending Blaine's hormones into overdrive as he could feel the blood run south from his brain clouding his judgment.

Blaine placed a hand on Kurt's chest pushing him back a bit. "I think...I think we should slow down unless you are prepared for a very awkward three mile walk back to the shop later." Kurt pulled off of him but not before giving one last kiss to Blaine and looking deep into his eyes. His eyes were on fire. They were exuding blazing passion and anticipation for the things to come. The look was not helping Blaine get his situation under control.

"Ok dessert time then." Kurt said bouncing up and down from his sitting position. "If you are going to cut me off from those lips than you need to replace it with something equally as sweet." Blaine blushed as he opened the picnic basket to retrieve the only container that was left. He popped the top and Kurt was craning his neck to get a glimpse of what was to come. Blaine opened it up and revealed four large pieces of cheesecake brownies. Kurt squealed with delight. "Oh my goodness. Did you make them?"

"Of course. That was part of the dream date, wasn't it? A man to make you dessert? I didn't actually know your favorite dessert but I knew that you liked these so..."

"These are perfect." Kurt leaned in and kissed Blaine. "Thank you." Kurt's eyes were dripping with desire at the anticipation of having that creamy, chocolaty goodness melting in his mouth. Blaine could practically see Kurt salivating.

Blaine smiled against the feeling of happiness. "Your welcome. Eat up because there is plenty more where that came from. I had to make an entire pan and you are taking them all home with you tonight. I can't have them around or I will eat the entire pan myself."

Kurt moaned at the sweet creamy taste of the deliciousness. "Oh my god, Blaine, I swear I am going to get fat off of eating these, they are so good."

Blaine grabbed one and started to nibble on it finding more enjoyment in watching Kurt eat the brownie. Blaine looked at Kurt devouring the dessert, making a mess of the chocolate portion of the square. Blaine was trying his best to hide a giggle. Kurt looked up licking his fingers, "What?"

"Nothing." Blaine bit his lip hiding a full on laugh.

"What are you laughing at?" Blaine could see him starting to get slightly annoyed.

"It's just that you have a little something right there." Blaine pointed to the corner of his own mouth.

Kurt took a napkin and dabbed at his mouth missing the spot completely. "Did I get it?"

Blaine looked at the still chocolate mess on the contrasting beautiful face. It looked out of place on Kurt's perfect features. "Here." Blaine reached over and wiped the crumbs with his finger. Kurt looked at him with thankful eyes. Blaine looked at the crumbs on his finger before he took his finger sucking every last bit of flavor off of it. "Got it." He looked up into Kurt's eyes who was looking at him with more desire than he had looked at the brownies with which was an intense love in itself. The stare was so intense it sent a shiver down his back.

"You could not be anymore hot right now if you tried." Blaine blushed suddenly feeling self-conscious about himself as he watched Kurt lean in, pressing a kiss to his lips.

The men sat talking for a little while longer until they had finished the wine feeling a little buzzed and all four of the brownies (Blaine let Kurt have three of the four) were gone. All night they had lazily shared sweet cheesecake kisses every chance they could get opting to lay on the blanket and look up at the stars as they started to come out and the moon rose high in the sky. It had started off innocent enough, both lying on their backs with interlocked pinkies which led to hand holding which led to Blaine pulling Kurt to his chest to feel the closeness and the other man's heat, which somehow led to a not so innocent make-out session that ended with both men's chests heaving and eyes blown wide with want. "We should probably get going. I have to open tomorrow and you have work early if I remember correctly." Blaine laid a kiss atop Kurt's head.

"Fine, but only because I know how busy I'm going to be tomorrow, that is the only thing that is saving you from me keeping you here all night, hiding away from the rest of the world cocooned in these arms." Kurt maneuvered his head so that he was looking up at Blaine who was looking right back at him with a glint of a smile peaking through. Kurt reached up and kissed Blaine, crashing their lips together with so much vigor that it sucked the breath right out of Blaine's lungs leaving him feeling breathless.

"Alright Casanova, we need to get going. It's almost midnight and I still have to get you home." Blaine pushed Kurt off of his body in an attempt to get up and get going. Blaine knew that if he didn't get going now, he probably never would, the warmth of Kurt was too much to handle. He could stay in that man's arms forever which both frightened him and thrilled him at the same time.

Once they were both in a standing position once more, they folded up the blanket, which Kurt gladly took, and Blaine grabbed the now empty and much lighter picnic basket and slotted their free hands together before taking off on the journey back to the shop where they had decided that Kurt would take a cab home. They walked the three miles home in contented silence, just enjoying the feeling of being with each other.

Once they had arrived in front of Blaine's shop he unlocked the door and slipped inside to get the container of remaining brownies for Kurt. He returned to face the utterly stunning man that he had just spent the last four hours with, though it had felt like ten minutes. "Blaine, I can't even begin to thank you for this night. Perfection doesn't even begin to describe this for me."

Blaine was shuffling his feet on the ground delaying their 'goodbyes'. "Good, I'm glad you had a good time." Blaine finally looked up at Blaine. "I had a good time too." He cupped his hands around Kurt's face, "I'm really going to miss you." Blaine started to card his hand through Kurt's perfectly coifed hair.

Kurt giggled. "You're going to see me in less than nine hours which, hopefully, you will be sleeping through for the most part."

"Well that's nine hours too long." Blaine slowly leaned in for a kiss that Kurt met him halfway for. Blaine kissed immediately wanting more. He pressed his tongue against the slit of Kurt's lips and he instantly parted for him drawing in his tongue. One of Blaine's hands slid down Kurt to his lower back where Blaine pulled him in closer, slotting their bodies together. Thank god that it was midnight because no doubt they would have been getting dirty looks from passersby, not because it was two but mostly because it felt like way too much PDA for such a public street. Blaine's shop didn't sit on a dead street, thousands of people passed by his shop everyday.

Kurt pulled away first. "I should get going." Blaine felt a groan low in his throat as he leaned in for one last kiss before pulling away. Blaine led him to the street where he flagged down a cab. As soon as the cab pulled up, Blaine opened the door for Kurt allowing him to climb into the backseat before closing the door. Kurt rolled down his window. "I'll see you in the morning."

"See you in the morning." Blaine was left on the street corner as the cab drove away swollen lipped and in a state of completely wanting. He turned himself around, walked in the shop door, and trudged up to his empty bedroom and prayed silently for the next nine hours to pass by quickly.

The few days later, after Kurt had already come and gone and the lunch crowd was starting to peter in off the streets, Blaine and the crew were enjoying the lull they had because in about a half an hour this place would once again turned into a complete zoo. All the offices would let out for lunch and this place would look like the monkeys had just escaped from the Central Park Zoo. Central Park. Kurt. Blaine had replayed their dates hundreds of times in his head already today. He needed to stop, to focus. He could daydream all he wanted when he was closing up tonight, which Kurt had said he would help with.

Wes called out an order for a caffe mocha, which Blaine busied himself with, hoping it would get his mind away from Kurt for a minute. A short, spirited, brunette that he had never seen in here before that was not conventionally pretty but if he were straight, he would see the appeal, stood in front of him. "Good afternoon," Blaine said politely.

"Good afternoon."

"How are you today?" Blaine asked as he tried to make an effort to know as many of his customers as possible.

"I am just fine, thank you for asking. How about yourself?" She gave an earsplitting grin, one that was slightly overdramatic but Blaine didn't mind.

"Wonderful. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping..."

"You can hear the birds chirping over all the cabs flying by?" the girl asked.

"Well, in the proverbial sense, yes." This made the brunette laugh. "So what brings you into Interval on this fine Firday afternoon."

"Oh I was just on my way to rehearsals and thought that I would stop in and check this place out. I've only heard good things about it. A friend recommended it actually so I thought it was hard time I paid a visit." Blaine thought there was something fishy about the way that this woman was acting but not unpleasant just...off.

"Well welcome to Interval. I love meeting first time customers." Blaine gave one of his signature 1000-watt smiles to which he heard the woman mumble something like, "He was right, he sure is the quite the charmer."

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't get that over all the machines running." Blaine leaned in to try to hear her again.

"Oh nothing I was just saying how great this place is."

"Oh thanks." Blaine put the finishing touches on her drink before handing it off. "There you go. Your caffe mocha." The girl took it appreciatively.

"Thanks."

"Your welcome." Blaine brushed a stray curl out of his eyes.

The woman took a sip and mumbled something into the cup that resembled, "and cute too." Blaine decided to let it pass it obviously was not meant for him to hear.

"Anyways, my name is Blaine. I'm the owner. Who is your friend? Maybe I know them. I know most of my regular customers."

"Oh, uh I don't think he's really a regular anymore." She seemed to have a phony smile on her face with something that suggested mischief, like she was hiding something. Blaine seemed puzzled. Yep, something is definitely fishy.

"Well anyways Blaine, I am sure I will see you around very soon." The girl took another sip of the drink. Her words seem to have some hidden meaning behind them, like she knew something that Blaine didn't. "Thanks for the coffee, by the way. It's delicious."

"Your welcome..." Blaine was fishing for a name.

"Rachel. Rachel Berry."