Author's Notes: Kurt had been having the day from hell. It was not two months since he'd started his new job and it was beyond hectic. Around half four he finally got time for a break and headed straight outside the tall glass and steel building for a bit of fresh air. He leaned against the wall and shut his eyes for a few blissful seconds. Loud, raucous laughter filled his ears and suddenly his fresh air was polluted by thick smoke. He opened his eyes to find Cora and another girl puffing away on cigarettes and chatting animatedly. Cora noticed him first and instantly grabbed his arm, pulling him into the conversation.

"Come on newbie, we we're just discussing Kassandra's poor choice in clothing... again. Comments?" She was holding out her cigarette packet to Kurt expectantly and waiting for an answer, though he was somewhat distracted by her waving the thing in his face.

"I, uh, I don't smoke." He said lamely.

"Oh come on newbie, everybody smokes." She pushed the pack toward him once more while his brain housed a silent argument with itself. He tried rationalising smoking while listing every reason he knew as to why he shouldn't. Kurt Hummel was not someone who caved to peer pressure. And neither was he about to become one.

"No, really. It's not my thing." Cara shrugged and continued her chatter, oblivious to the way Kurt's mind was chanting happily away.

**

Blaine had been home all of five minutes and was just making coffee when the door swung open and Kurt entered, sweeping into the apartment already rambling about his day. Blaine wrinkled his nose and furrowed his brow at Kurt.

"Kurt, why do you stink of smoke?" Kurt stopped and pulled at his clothes in disgust.

"Great, this is dry-clean only, and it's going to stink the rest of my clothes out." Kurt peeled his jacket and sweater off, tossing them into a carrier bag and setting them by the door. Blaine raised his eyebrows at Kurt, his arms folded over his chest while he leaned against the counter.

"Cara and some girl came outside when I was on my break, they were smoking, and now my clothes are tainted." Kurt explained emptying his messenger bag over the small two-seater dining table.

"And you weren't even a little bit tempted?" Kurt paused and looked up at Blaine, an incredulous look etched on his features.

"No, Blaine. It's bad for your health, smells disgusting and gives you yellow teeth." Blaine smirked at the expression on Kurt's face.

"Okay, I was just checking, because, you know, it's normal to be curious. I mean, I've been curious." Kurt opening his mouth, but Blaine answered the question before it was asked. "I didn't, I mean I tried it when I was fifteen, but I didn't like it, come on, don't you think you'd have noticed if I was a closet smoker?" Kurt nodded thoughtfully and seemed to turn the information over in his head for a minute.

"I guess I was curious for a minute, more for the fact it seems I miss out on all the best gossip, because they all talk while they're out smoking, but I thought of my clothes... and what it must be like to kiss someone with smoke on their breath and it just doesn't appeal." Blaine nodded, turning back to the coffee pouring them both a cup and taking a seat at the table.

"My Dad used to smoke I think." Kurt said thoughtfully.

"Yeah?"

"Mhmm, I think Mom didn't like it so he gave up."

"Smart man, keep your better half happy... I could take some tips from him." Kurt pushed at Blaine playfully.

"You do keep me happy." He leaned over and kissed Blaine putting an end to the conversation once and for all.