Doppelganger dop·pel·gäng·er

somebody similar to another person: somebody who closely resembles somebody else

Kurt and Blaine were walking down Santa Monica Blvd, holding hands, on a sunny Friday morning. It was still officially springtime, but it felt like summer had already taken residence in LA. It was going to be a hot day - no doubt about it.

"If we were smart, we'd be back in our house enjoying the air conditioning, or be out on our back patio where we can enjoy the hillside breeze... But oh no...instead we're about to make fools of ourselves" Kurt opines to himself, and suddenly he stops mid stride.

"Blaine. I don't think I can do this. This is a bad idea...come on, let's go home" he pleads with his boyfriend who's stopped a couple of steps ahead of him.

Blaine steps back to Kurt "Come on Kurt. We're already here...Besides we don't even know if he'll be there."

"But what if he is?" Kurt asks apprehensively, crossing his arms "Honestly, what are we going to do or say?"

"Why the hell did I ever put that on my Pro list - what was I thinking?" he berates himself.

"We'll just act ourselves and talk about the weather" Blaine suggests. "Kurt, I don't know. Let's just go in and find out. Look he obviously struck a chord with you. It's not like we're going to do anything about it - it's just natural curiosity.... right?"

Kurt stands contemplating.

Blaine hooked his arm with Kurt's trying now to nudge him in a forward motion. "We'll get the coffee to go. Look - its just up at the corner" Blaine points, trying to persuade him to carry through with the plan.

Kurt frowns, "OK. Look...I know you think this is all going to make for some fantastic fodder to fuel future kinks, but Blaine Anderson, if this gets at all weird we leave...immediately... promise?"

"Yes, Kurt we'll leave - I promise." Blaine holds his hand up in oath. "I honestly don't think he'll be there. You know what the turnover is like in coffee houses."

Reluctantly Kurt resumes his forward walk towards the Starbucks, hooking his arm into Blaine's with his other hand crossed over for reinforcement.

The truth of the matter is that ever since reading "the list" back in NYC, where Kurt had included Blaine's doppelganger on the Pros column, Blaine has had a burning curiosity to see him again. He remembers the barista boy looking like him, and recollects that Kurt seemed to flush a bit when they spoke, but he hadn't realized the extent of it; that Kurt was full out fanboying the kid. What Blaine has realized is that he really needs to be more attuned to his boyfriend's signals.

Another half block and they're there. There are a few patrons sitting outside at the patio tables, enjoying the rays; mostly in conversations with companions or on their own working on their laptops.

When they get to the door, Kurt takes a deep breath as Blaine opens it for them muttering "Here we go, about to make complete idiots of ourselves."

"Nonsense... we're just getting coffee" Blaine reasons lowly in his ear.

As they walk in, every head in the café looks up to check them out. This is absolutely the gayest coffee house that Kurt has ever been in; it's a freaking meat market. He's never seen so many beautiful men gathered together in one place that didn't involve strobe lights and booming techno music.

All eyes are on the two of them, immediately sizing them up. Some go back to what they were doing, while others continue to watch with interest as they make their way to stand in line to place their order.

For obvious reasons, Blaine has tried to vaguely disguise himself, wearing dark sunglasses, a hat, and keeping his hair more natural with a manageable wave instead of the gelled down version. Even then they both know it's not going to take too long for someone to recognize him.

Blaine looks up at the wall menu, like he's trying to decide what to order. He's trying not to look obvious; Kurt not so much. He's scanning behind the counter towards the back employee area to see if the doppelganger is there.

"He's not here.... He's not here Blaine" Kurt talks into Blaine's shoulder, not sure if he's relieved or not. As apprehensive as he is about the whole thing, he also has butterflies in his stomach at the prospect of seeing him again.

"Yeah, I see that" Blaine looks around the cafe, a little disappointed, before looking back at Kurt "So do you want to get a coffee and leave, or have it here anyways?"

"Let's stay. Might as well - we came all this way; besides the air conditioning is nice." Kurt suggests as they make their way up to the counter where the barista is waiting.

"Hi! What can I get for you" he asks with a smile.

"Really...is it on the job description that you must be adorable to be a barista in this place?" Kurt wonders.

"Hi there" Blaine replies, "we'll have a tall non-fat mocha frap and a tall iced Americano please....for here."

"Sure no problem" the barista answers as he relays the drink orders to his co-worker.

He rings up the drinks on the register. "That will be $6.80 please" he informs Blaine who indicates that he's paying with his visa.

"Just go ahead and swipe. Stripe towards me" the man advises.

As Blaine is doing that, the manager comes out from the back "Steve, when are you going on your break? You should be on it already." he says, smiling apologetically at Kurt and Blaine for the interruption.

"Yeah. I will. I'm just waiting for..."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!..... I'm late. It took me longer than I thought" and out of the back room blasts in the boy; flailing his apron around as he tries madly to put it on. It's Blaine's doppelganger. He does still work here... he's late for his shift, but he's here. He explains to Steve and his Manager how he got held up at his callback, and, while he's talking, Blaine takes advantage of the moment to critique him.

He looks to be about 20 years old -21 tops; same height, a tad bigger build but same coloring. His face is slightly fuller and eyebrows aren't.... well... they're not as bushy as Blaine's. His hair is longer and wild with curls. He's got the same color eyes and he's got the smile and he's got the voice. He really and truly is his doppelganger. Blaine, realizing that Kurt's probably sizing him up too, looks over; Kurt's got this ridiculous dreamy sort of grin on his face as he watches the boy speak to his co-workers, and something needles Blaine. It isn't jealousy per se, but all of a sudden he doesn't like it that someone, other than him, can have this effect on Kurt.

"Can you can finish ringing these gentlemen in please?" Steve asks as he smiles again at Kurt and Blaine, who's been jarred back to reality with a jab in the side from Kurt.

"Sure, will do...thanks Steve" says the barista boy, only now looking up to his two patrons standing there.

"Hi there!... ohhhh..... HI!" he repeats with gusto, recognizing them immediately from when they used to frequent the café. "I haven't seen you two in ages! How are you?" he asks, pulling the receipt off the printer and handing it to Blaine.

"Oh well, we're great" Kurt answers looking to Blaine, blushing, voice a little higher than it should be.

"Yeah" Blaine adds, "We haven't been here for a while. My boyfriend", nodding to Kurt, "just moved out here a few weeks ago and we're just now getting back into a routine of sorts" Blaine babbles, giving the barista way too much information.

"Cool" barista boy replies, looking back and forth at them with a big megawatt smile, "I'm so happy for you both. I remember thinking you were such a cute couple". He looks over at the end of the counter. "Looks like your drinks are ready" he tells them as he nods down to the two cups sitting waiting to be claimed.

"Oh right. Thanks!" Kurt rushes down, grateful for the excuse to end the conversation.

Blaine fixes his iced coffee with some cinnamon, while Kurt looks around for a place to sit. Real estate being at an all time high, they settle themselves on the stools at the side bar by the barista counter.

They sit in silence, drinking their coffees, pretending to check their phones, while eavesdropping on the conversation that barista boy is having with his manager. He's sharing his horrific callback experience. It was for a modeling job and after lining all the men up, this boy was singled out and told,

"...that I'm too fat for the job." barista boy states incredulously to his Manager. "Can you believe that? Apparently my ass is too round!"

Kurt coughs into his beverage container, trying not to choke, while Blaine thumps his back lightly.

"Are you OK?" Blaine asks.

"Please, I think we need to get out of here Blaine" Kurt chokes. "This is so awkward. I have no idea what we are doing here anymore."

"Relax Kurt. It's fine. We're just having coffee, nothing more. We're here now, so let's just enjoy the drinks and then we'll leave, ok?"

Kurt looks at Blaine who in turn is looking at him with eyebrows raised in question.

Before Kurt can answer they are joined by the doppelganger; coming over to wipe the counter and make small talk. "So, where did you move here from... if you don't mind me asking?" he directs at Kurt.

"Oh no. I don't mind at all! New York - Manhattan actually" he tells the barista who is shaking his head.

"Wow - that's a major move, right? To be together I take it?

"Yeah" Kurt affirms looking at Blaine now with a smile "We were boyfriends back in high school and just recently got back together."

"Yes, meant to be together." Blaine adds glibly, grabbing Kurt's hand to hold on the counter.

"Aw... that's so sweet. You two are the cutest... honestly!" the barista declares.

Suddenly he looks a bit shy and awkward and looks around to see if his manager is close by before looking back up at them. "You know... I actually do know who you are. Well, I mean for sure I know who you are" he says directly to Blaine. "Company policy we're not allowed to 'out' any celebrities that come in so you can be comfortable, but I just have to say, Mr. Anderson, that I'm a big fan of yours."

"Oh....oh! Well, thank you" Blaine says a bit surprised by the turn of the conversation. "It's always a pleasure to meet someone who enjoys my music. But please, call me Blaine...there are no Mr. Andersons here!"

"Ok cool! You know that's my name too?" barista boy informs him.

"Well Anderson is a fairly common name." Kurt adds trying to stay in the conversation.

The doppelganger looks over at them both... 'No, no, I mean Blaine. My first name is Blaine!"

He couldn't have timed it better if he tried; Kurt just about chokes on his coffee for the second time that afternoon, coughing into his sleeve as he tries to keep the liquid from spewing out of his mouth.

Blaine Anderson looks mortified. "Your name is Blaine?" he repeats, not sure he's heard it right.

"Yeah" barista Blaine confirms with a half laugh. "Its kind of a coincidence isn't it, because a lot of people even think I look like you, although I guess I'm a bit younger?"

"Ah, yeah...a bit..." Blaine is dumbfounded. What started out as a harmless morning of fun has turned into a twisted doppelganger horror show, and he's ready to get the fuck out of there.

"Ah, Kurt" he turns to his boyfriend, "Are you almost done love. I think we need to get going if we want to get those berries at the farmers market. You know they always sell out early." shifting his eyes to the door in an effort to tell him that they have to go.

Kurt has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face. It's all he can do to keep from bursting into laughter. "Oh the turn of events!" he muses... With a wink, he answers "Sure, I'm done sweetie. Let's go." Turning to barista Blaine he holds out his hand to shake "My name is Kurt and it was a pleasure meeting you Blaine! I'm sure we'll meet up with you again another day."

Barista Blaine shakes his hand and turns to shake Blaine Anderson's hand. "Hey if you ever need a body double, you know where to find me" he says with a wink.

Blaine half laughs awkwardly, "For sure. I'll keep that in mind"

"Well take care you guys - nice to finally meet you properly." and he turns to go help at the counter now that new customers have come in.

"Are you happy now Blaine Anderson?" Kurt asks, finally able to laugh as they leave the coffee shop.

Blaine stops on the sidewalk and turns to Kurt and looking at each other, they both break out laughing. "Oh My God" Blaine exclaims shaking his head, 'Let's get the hell out of here and go home babe." taking Kurt's hand to hold until they get to the car.

xxx

Later that day...

Blaine walks into the kitchen, following the amazing smell that's wafting through the house. He's been in his office, answering some emails back and forth to David. The details of his upcoming tour are starting to be finalized and he needed to verify some dates and venues.

What he sees stops him dead in his tracks. Since Kurt's move to LA, the layers have been slowly disappearing. Not that he's lost his fashion sense, but it's like he's more comfortable now in his skin and not covering up like he used to. Standing at the kitchen island, he is humming tunes whilst hulling strawberries; barefoot, dressed in shorts and a tank-top, looking sexy as fuck.

Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt's waist from behind, kissing his neck and resting his chin on his shoulder.

"What are you making that smells so good?" he asks, nuzzling into Kurt's neck.

Kurt tilts his head to give Blaine more access. "Hmmm..that feels good." Kurt hums. "It's roast chicken with lemon and rosemary, and we'll have grilled new potatoes and asparagus to go with it. And these are for later" he informs him, offering a strawberry over his shoulder to Blaine's mouth, who gladly accepts.

"Hmmm... Oh god Kurt. Those strawberries are amazing" Blaine says, turning Kurt's head back to face him so he can share the juice with a kiss. Kurt opens his mouth inviting Blaine's tongue in and he can taste the sweetness of the berry mixed with the taste of Blaine, and it's delicious.

"Hmmmmm" Kurt murmurs, deepening the kiss while Blaine continues to hold his face, running his free hand up and down Kurt's chest. Needing to feel skin, he breaks the kiss, lifting Kurt's tank top up to his shoulders and softly kisses his back making his way up to Kurt's ear lobes, stepping in more to press against his back.

Kurt closes his eyes and let's Blaine assault his neck. He holds on to the counter, pressing back against Blaine's hardening dick, causing Blaine to groan. Reaching around with his left hand, Blaine fondles Kurt through his shorts to discover he's already hard.

Fuck

"Do we have time?" Blaine asks as he mouths the back of Kurt's neck, grinding into him more, pinning him up to the island.

"Yeah, we have time. Don't stop" Kurt tells him, pushing his ass back to give Blaine more friction.

Blaine growls as he unbuttons Kurt's shorts, drawing the zipper down so his shorts fall to the ground. Kurt steps one leg out of them so he's not trapped. Reaching into his briefs, Blaine tugs out Kurt's cock and pulls down the briefs with the other hand. Kurt kicks the clothing off, and he's about to spread his legs, but Blaine has other ideas and spins him around so they are face to face, lifting Kurt's arms in the air, pulling his tank top off.

Kurt's now completely naked in the kitchen while Blaine's fully clothed, and if that isn't fucking hot, then Kurt doesn't know what is.

Starting at Kurt's mouth, Blaine begins kissing him, slowly at first and then getting progressively dirtier as Kurt moans into Blaine's mouth.

"Fuck Kurt, you're so beautiful. You're body is so.....hmmmmm.... amazing. I'm so fucking hard for you right now" Blaine murmurs, working his way down Kurt's chest; teasing his nipples, trailing kisses down to Kurt's groin where his cock is hard and twitching. Blaine sets down on his knees for a better angle taking Kurt's dick in his hand. Kurt leans back on to the island for support, holding on to Blaine by his curls, "Oh My God Blaine. Please do something - anything."

Blaine hums and kisses the cock sitting heavy in his hand, lapping up the pre-come that's leaking out, licking up and down; changing the pace every so often. And when he knows that Kurt can't stand it any longer, he slaps it against his tongue a few times before taking him in his mouth. Slowly he sucks as he pulls off, hollowing his cheeks, and then goes down for more; deeper each time. Blaine loves to give Kurt head; his cock is so perfect and tastes so good. He looks up and sees Kurt bent forward so he can watch his dick go in and out of Blaine's mouth, eyes dark; lips swollen from biting down and Blaine really needs to fuck him... now. Slowly releasing Kurt's cock, he stands back up, palming his own erection, and kisses Kurt messily.

"I want to fuck you .... babe...here, against the counter" Blaine mouths, "that ok?"

"God, Blaine, yes" Kurt turns around so his back is to Blaine and pushes back hard on Blaine's dick, grabbing the bottle of olive oil that sitting on the counter. "Here, use this" he gives it to Blaine and lays his chest down on the counter; spreading his legs for easy access. He looks so fucking hot laid out like this that Blaine thinks he's going to come just looking at him.

Running his hands down from his shoulders to his ass, Blaine takes a minute to gaze upon his beautiful boyfriend, spread and ready for him. Rubbing Kurt's ass, he gently spreads his cheeks apart to get to his hole, thumbing it as he drizzles the olive oil down his crack. The oil seeps down, dripping off his balls. Massaging in what he can, Blaine pulls his own shorts down to release his dick and pours more oil on it, lubing himself and lines up to Kurt.

"I'm not going to use my fingers baby. We'll go nice and slow...I want you to feel this Kurt." he whispers to his lover as he holds onto his hips and mounts him.

Kurt lets out a long moan, adjusting to the stretch, relishing the burn, "It's good...it's good...keep going..." he says, breaths coming in harshly.

Blaine grunts as he slowly fucks into Kurt, bit by bit, stretching him open with his dick, inching his way in until he's fully sheathed waiting desperately for a signal from Kurt to continue.

Kurt is panting hard. His arms are stretched out holding on to the counter edge; he turns his head to look back at Blaine and nods.

Blaine takes the signal and starts fucking into him, slowly at first, gaining momentum as he feels Kurt adjusting and opening himself further. He lays himself on top of Kurt's back, grabs on to his hands intertwining their fingers, and kisses his neck and back as he continues to fuck him.

"God Kurt... you feel amazing... Love you so much" he says over and over again as he starts thrusting faster...

"Blaine... Blaine....fuck me...harder! " Kurt edges him on pushing back now against Blaine's cock every time he pushes in, getting him in as deep in as possible.

Something snaps in Blaine when Kurt calls out his name. It's a primal instinct edged on by testosterone. Is Kurt calling out to him or to the boy? Blaine growls, surging forward, pinning Kurt completely against the countertop; pounding into his ass.

Kurt is his... no-one else's. Blaine needs to claim him; mark him for everyone to see. Kurt can have all the fantasies in the world, but at the end of the day, it is their bed that he sleeps in, and no-one is ever going to come between them.

He lets go of Kurt's hands and wraps his arms around Kurt's chest pulling him flush up against him and drives into him hard and fast; head buried in Kurt's neck, while the sounds and smell of male sex permeates the kitchen. Knowing that Kurt is close Blaine wraps his oil covered hand around Kurt's dick and starts fisting as he loses tempo and thrusts erratically into Kurt's ass getting closer to coming.

"Come on Blaine... come inside me... " Kurt urges him on.

Hearing Kurt say his name again causes Blaine to climax, spilling cum into Kurt, so much that some starts running out and down his thigh. But Kurt doesn't notice because his own orgasm is happening. As Blaine pulls on his cock, he yells out Blaine's name, streaking cum across the island counter and cupboard doors.

They both drop forward on the counter, Blaine collapsing and resting his head on Kurt's back, as they try to catch their breath. He holds onto Kurt's waist, knowing that Kurt gets weak in the knees after coming. Slowly Kurt bends his arm back to cradle Blaine's neck twisting his head to kiss him; they kiss, wet open mouthed kisses. Eventually Blaine releases Kurt, pulling out of him, and turns him around to hold him, kissing his cheeks, his forehead and back to his mouth, avowing his love.

The buzzer suddenly goes off indicating that the chicken is ready, and they look at each other and smile; perfect timing.

xxxx

After cleaning themselves and doubly cleaning the island and counter, they decide to dine out on the patio, and treat themselves to a nice leisurely dinner, complete with candles, soft jazz, good food and chilled chardonnay from Napa. They finished off the meal with the fresh strawberries while enjoying the last of the sun as the birds flit about the yard getting ready for nightfall.

Blaine pops a strawberry in his mouth and chases it down with some wine, before looking over at Kurt with a quizzical look on his face. He opens his mouth as if to speak and then closes it, frowning a bit like he's not sure how to say what he wants to say.

"What?" Kurt asks, patting his face with his napkin, horrified that he's got food on his face.

"I was just wondering" Blaine looks at Kurt with an expression of vulnerability "back in the kitchen when we were fucking, you were calling my name and saying 'fuck me Blaine and come in me Blaine'....and..." he hesitates.

Kurt puts down his napkin. "Yeah?" looking over, head cocked to one side... "And you're wondering if I was actually talking to you or fantasizing about barista Blaine?" Kurt finishes the question for him.

"Sort of" Blaine frowns, focusing his attention on the napkin in his hands and squirming because he's more than a bit embarrassed about his apparent lack of self-confidence.

"Well, which would you rather my love?" Kurt asks softly, leaning back in his chair with his glass of wine.

Blaine raises his head and when he looks at Kurt all he sees is love in his eyes, mixed in with a little bit of mischievousness, and suddenly it dawns on him that it doesn't matter. This man is his - they love each other completely, and he doesn't need to know. It really doesn't matter any more.

"I don't know... I guess it's actually kind of hot either way" Blaine decides with a shrug.

"Good. Let's leave it at that" Kurt counters, moving off his chair to straddle Blaine's lap, popping another strawberry into his lover's mouth.

"Hmmm... Kurt.. these berries are so good" Blaine hums as he savors the sweetness of the fruit. "You know what they'd go really good with?"

"No, what?" Kurt asks as he peppers kisses along his neck.

"Coffee... perhaps?"