As the two boys left the luxury hotel, they were swarmed by photographers. Literally, more than Kurt had ever seen in his entire life. But Kurt really wanted to get out of that awkward as Hell situation and hang out with Blaine elsewhere. The tiny café they visited earlier, but barely had the chance to order anything was still open. They sat down at a free table in the outside deck area, and waited until they were both ready again to get up and grab something to eat.

Kurt stood up first, dropping his satchel off in the green, metal chair. “What would you like?” Kurt asked, hovering over the table as Blaine sat down.

Blaine scooted closer to the table, and then cleared his throat. “Oh, no. I’ll just come with you.” Blaine argued, trying to stand back up.

“Don’t be silly, it’s on me.” Kurt smiled, fetching his wallet from his Alexander McQueen strap bag.

“Fine, if you insist. I’ll just have a Panini and a lemonade then?” Blaine ordered, sitting back in the chair yet again, attempting to relax.

“Of course. Be right back.” Kurt walked off, heading towards the doors of the café. This afternoon had been a flurry of emotions for Kurt, all whirl winding around in his brain to create confusion and panic. Pulling open the large doors, he tried to avoid the simple fact that Blaine had just got a hard-on in front of Kurt. That simple action meant that he was attracted to Kurt, and holy hell if Kurt wasn’t attracted to him. There was just one, huge problem that lurched in their path and Kurt was definitely not ready to admit it aloud. Not when there was paparazzi flooding the streets, bystanders who could overhear everything. Placing the order for a salad for himself, the chicken Panini for Blaine, and two lemonades, he waited in the short line near the pickup. Handing the money to the cashier there, he waited patiently still. Kurt has had a crush on Blaine Anderson for ages now, and realizing the fact that he may just have a chance with him edged on the giddy feeling in his stomach. Kurt didn’t want to go into overdrive though, and just assume that Blaine was attracted to him just yet. Even though, yeah he figured that must be the reason. Of course it could just be Blaine’s hormones, but Kurt tried to not think about that. Grabbing the food that was placed in front of him, he shoved it onto his tray and walked back outside. Blaine was sitting with his sunglasses on, jotting down words in the notebook Kurt gave him. Noticing the concentrated furrow of his triangular eyebrows, Kurt sat down silently and placed Blaine’s food in front of him.

“You there, buddy?” Kurt giggled, tilting his head in his amazement as he admired how lovely Blaine looked.

“Huh? Oh yeah. I’m here. I just got a really great idea that I didn’t want to forget.” Blaine said as he leaned back in the chair and nabbed at his Panini.

“May I look?” Kurt questioned, taking a sip of lemonade from his glass. He grabbed the notepad, eyeing it carefully.

Click, flash, shout. “Blaine! Blaine Anderson!”

Blaine tried to ignore the loud shouts from the photographers clicking away at his face, at Kurt, at them both.

An interviewer came up, a camera man clad at his side. “Hello boys, I’m from TMZ, do you guys have a free moment to answer some questions?” the gentleman asked, holding the microphone towards their mouths. Blaine and Kurt both said in unison, “Sure.” And the camera man mouthed, “We’re live.” They both nodded again, and the nicely dressed guy asked a few questions. “So what are you guys doing out here all by yourselves?”

Kurt answered for them, “We’re working on a new project we’re releasing. We’re going to have this huge celebration, pretty much. Sort of like Trevor Live meets TWLOA. It’s for the LGBT specifically, though we will be breaching other topics. It’s a pleasure to be able to work together, and that’s exactly what we’re going to do. We’re going to have athletes, actresses and actors, designers, anybody that is willing to come.  Including fans! Anything else is To Be Determined or a surprise, you’ll just have to follow us on Twitter to figure that out.” Kurt winked, finishing his mouthful with a smile.

“Well, you heard it here first folks! Thanks for your time, guys!” The interviewer scurried off, trying not to huddle too much attention to the new herd of photographers. The camera crew took a few more shots, and then it was back to somewhat peace and quiet between the two.

“Thank you, for the food by the way.” Blaine smiled, shoving the rest of his Panini into his mouth.

Kurt giggled, and then smiled fondly at Blaine. “Someone’s a little hungry.”

Blaine groaned in the must unruly fashion, closing his eyes as he chewed. When he swallowed, he started coughing a little. “Ye-ah a a-a-thletes gotta eat, ya know?” Blaine choked out, coughing in a mor severe tone now.

Kurt rushed to his side, patting his back soothingly. Kurt laughed as he did so, “Are you alright?” he questioned, rubbing his back after he patted it sort of roughly.

Blaine gulped down the last of his sandwich, a slight burn rising in his throat. “Y-yeah. I’m fine, thank you…again.” Blaine smiled, taking a sip of his drink in the most dainty fashion.

“God, you’re adorable.” Kurt breathed out. He immediately blushed a dark shade of red as he realized what he just said out loud.

“I-what?” Blaine asked, a curious look painted on his features, con with a tiny smile.

“Nothing.” Kurt said, spiking a green leaf with his fork and shoving it in his mouth.

“You’re lying.”

“Nope. Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Kurt shot back, awkwardly looking up into Blaine’s honey glazed eyes.

“Whatever you say, Mr. Embarassed.”

“Hey! I’m not embarrassed!”

“Then why can’t you admit that you called me, Blaine Anderson, an adorable little piece of cake?” Blaine grabbed Kurt’s hand, and pulled him out of his seat. He immediately intertwined his fingers with Kurt’s, mesmerizing in how well they fit together. Kurt had a look of shock on his face, but fell into time with Blaine. He started walking towards the car, rushing past the horde of flashing cameras as he pushed Kurt into the drivers’ seat.

“What? What does that even mean!?” He questioned over the loud click, clack, woah, guys! Here! Over here! Laughing loudly in the insanity of it all. “I didn’t call you a piece of cake…” Kurt whispered to himself.

“Oh, please. We both know that’s what you meant. Now drive.” Blaine said, buckling himself into the leather passenger seat.

“…To where, exactly?” Kurt put the ignition in drive, and attempted to pull out onto the street.

“Anywhere, somewhere quiet? Away from the people that are now writing reports of us showing public displays of affection.” Blaine said simply, smiling at the photographers that they left stranded behind them in the street and sidewalk.

“Oh my god, what if they think we’re dating?” Kurt said, feigning a combination of anger, shock and curiosity on his face.

“Then let them.” Blaine smiled, gripping Kurt’s hand that was resting on the gearshift. Kurt just smiled, and literally blushed all the way up to his ears.