Blaine walked through the streets of New York, sighing to himself. Back in Lima, he had his favorite place; the Lima Bean. He could always get his simple, medium drip coffee with no trouble, but here in New York- That was a different story all together. Everything had to be bigger, brighter, better. Utterly, and overly fancy. He wanted to find someplace simple to be his regular hideaway. Somewhere he could sit for hours, and just drink his coffee and drown in his thoughts.

He just had to find this place first.

He glanced at store signs as he walked by, shaking his head. His search had been on for two hours. But it was still August, and he didn`t start school til`late September, so the walk wasn`t exactly unwelcome. It was nice getting a feel for the big city. He slowed his pace and blinked as a heavenly, warm, almost choclate-like smell surrounded him. He looked around, trying to find the culprit. He looked in the direction of the wind and saw a small, fairly vacant coffee shop across the street. It appeared that there were only one or two patrons in the vicinity, but it had a cozy, warm feeling. He smiled, waiting to cross the street. The light turned, and he walked across, smiling. He opened the door, and a little bell rung, and a short, dark-haired female looked up from the counter.

`Welcome!`

Blaine smiled in return and looked up at the menu, grinning at the simplicity of it.

`I`ll have a medium drip, please?`

The girl smiled.

`For sure! $5.50, sir.`

Blaine smiled, handing her a twenty and nodded for her to keep the change. She grinned and smiled, turning over her shoulder.

`Kurt, medium drip for 420!`

`Okay, Rachel!`

Blaine blinked at the soft, almost flowing voice coming from behind the stained wood divider. He replayed the sound in his head again, and again, desperately trying to anticipate how this person with the angelic voice will look.

`Here you go, sir.`

Blaine looked up, and was met with soft blue eyes. He stared into them, then let his eyes drift up to the upward-gelled hair in the front, the rest messily styled but still very attractive; the boy had a soft face, but yet a very beautiful, strong jaw line, and his lips were soft and round. His sleeves were rolled to his shoulders, showing his toned arms, and he had a cute blue waist apron tied around his lovely hips. Blaine felt himself blushing as the boy raised an eyebrow, still smiling and Blaine took the coffee, almost shivering as his fingers brushed the boy`s own.

`Thank you.. Kurt.`

Kurt smiled, nodding.

`No problem. Have a great day.`

Blaine nodded, smiling, turning away, replaying his voice over and over in his head, like a very welcome broken record.

Yes. He was definitely going to have a good day.

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Kurt watched as the mysterious dark and curly-haired boy left the shop, shaking his head, laughing gently. Rachel hugged him from behind and he just snuggled into his best friend`s touch.

`He was so mesmerized Kurt. Your beauty has struck his heartstrings like a hard-plucked harpischord-`

`You are such a drama queen, my love.`

Rachel smiled, tickling his stomach, and Kurt just giggled, pushing her away.

`But he was handsome, wasn`t he?`

Kurt smiled, turning to wash his hands.

`Yes, I suppose so.`

`You suppose so- Kurt, really?`

Kurt just smiled, glancing at her. He loved this life. He loved being here, in New York, with his best friend and roommate Rachel Berry, both as 1-year students at NYADA. They were the only workers at this little coffee shop, called Urban Ground, besides their boss, who was usually just leaving Kurt in charge. They worked a lot, but they made quite a bit of money, and their boss` sons and daughters came to work while they were at school, so their schedules were more flexible.

`If I tell you yes, he was attractive, will you be silent?`

`Maybe. There`s always a possibility.`

`Fine. Then yes, he was.`

Rachel grinned and Kurt just laughed, shaking his head.

`I don`t get why you`re so intent on whether or not I find this guy attractive or not. I haven`t the slightest idea as to who he is. And I`ll probably never see him again.`

Rachel shrugged.

`Doesn`t hurt to look.`

Kurt just shook his head again, smiling.

Little did he know how wrong he was.

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The Next Day...

Kurt was busy washing cups and dishes at around 10 am that Friday morning, and he was humming away to the music gently playing over the speakers. He dried them, putting them away, smiling to himself. He had the day to himself at the store; Finn had come to visit, so Rachel obviously begged Kurt to take over, and after a long session of teasing, he agreed; it was never busy at the shop anyways. All the New Yorkers were always wanting the fancy coffee shops. Not that he minded working with a slow business- he knew all of his customers well. It was like a little family, tight-knit through caffeine.

He turned as the bell rang and his smile turned into a little face of suprise that quickly washed away. He dried off his hands and walked up to the counter, watching as that dark-haired boy entered once again. Once the boy made eye contact, he smiled a little, walking up. Kurt smiled on instinct as soon as he got there.

`Hi, what can I get for you?`

`Medium drip.`

`Great! $5.50.`

Blaine smiled, dropping a twenty, pushing Kurt`s hand back when he tried to hand the change to him.

`Keep it.`

Kurt waved his hand.

`Oh, but i-`

`Please.`

Kurt looked up into the boy`s hazel eyes and just nodded meekly, smiling.

`Thank you.`

Kurt turned, making his coffee, and he could feel the boys`-no, mans`eyes on him. He knew he was getting checked out for sure, which was a little odd for him. Not necessarily unwelcome, but he wasn`t sure how he felt about it as a whole. He`d never done anything sexually, he`d only ever kissed Brittany, which didn`t really count, and he had his first kiss stolen by a school bully. So, he`d never really gotten proper attention or sought out any. So this was all new. He finished the coffee and turned, handing it to Blaine, who just stood there, still smiling gracefully, but his hair was gelled now; it was in unruly curls the day before, wasn`t it?

Kurt mentally slapped himself- why was he remembering things about this mysterious stranger? He put the coffee down on the counter for him, nodding.

`There you go, have a great day.`

`You too, Kurt.`

Kurt just smiled and nodded as the man left, and he ran a hand through his hair, sighing.

`Is this going to become a daily thing or what..?`

He leaned over the counter, checking the tables, and only saw an old man reading the paper. He leaned back, walking behind the divider and pulled out his phone.

He came again. -K (10:25 am)

Huh? Who came? -R (10:27 am)

The guy. The curly haired guy from yesterday, whom of which you patronized me about. I`m still wondering why. -K (10:28 am)

Oh my god, he did? That`s great! -R (10:29 am)

Sure, sure, Rachel. It`s great. Why is it great? -K (10:30 am)

Because he looks like he`d be a good guy to you? -R (10:35 am)

What exactly are you and Finn doing? You`re taking quite the time to answer there. -K (10:36 am)

I don`t kiss and tell. -R (10:37 am)

Oh please. -K (10:38 am)

Haha. Sorry. Anyway, you avoided my answer. -R (10:39 am)

Because you know I like someone already. -K (10:40 am)

Oh, riiiight, Damian, the asshole of all time, the biggest cock of the walk, the most ignorant- well, need I continue? -R (10:41 am)

Ha. Ha. Ha. Rachel. Funny. -K (10:42 am)

Kurt, just because he`s cute and has flirted with you a few times, doesn`t mean he`s a good guy. He`s the school whore. Of 25 students! -R (10:44 am)

Rachel, I can`t explaine why I like him- it`s just like I couldn`t explain why I liked Finn all that time ago! Just... Don`t worry about me so much. Worry about yourself. -K (10:45 am)

Kurt, you`re my best friend. Of course i`m going to worry about you and your feelings. -R (10:46 am)

Well, my feelings and I are quite fine, thank you my dear. Just go have fun with Finn, I have to go clean windows. -K (10:47 am)

Okay, but we are talking about this tonight at the apartment! -R (10:48 am)

Fine. -K (10: 55 am)