Chapter 5

                Blaine sat on the couch for a moment, just thinking.  He wasn’t really sure what had just happened, let alone how he felt about it.  For one, he’d just been kissed, by another man. In addition, he hadn’t minded it. And finally, he might have, possibly, a little bit enjoyed it. But he wasn’t about to admit that to anyone, even himself. So instead of dwelling on the idea, he simply laid down, closed his eyes, and fell asleep pretty quickly.

When Kurt entered the living room the next morning, Blaine was gone. Good, he thought, I didn’t want to see him anyways. He walked over to make his morning coffee and saw a note scribbled on a post-it stuck on the coffee machine. It read:

Sorry I left so early, had to go to work. Just text me and I’ll have your audition ready next time you want to meet. –B

Kurt stared at the note before crumpling it up and throwing it away. He decided that if Blaine wanted to meet up, he would text Kurt first. Kurt almost never texted first. With the occasional exception.

Blaine didn’t actually have work, so he just went home to his apartment. He felt kind of bad for leaving Kurt like that, but he just couldn’t do it. He couldn’t stay and listen to Kurt insult his kissing skills, like it was the most normal thing in the world.  It hadn’t felt like a lesson to Blaine, and he didn’t want Kurt to act like that. Besides, he knew he was an awful kisser and didn’t want to hear it. Santana had certainly told him enough times before.  Also, his throbbing head wouldn’t be capable of handling much at the moment.

When he reached his apartment, Wes wasn’t there, probably at work or something, so Blaine just switched the television on and fell asleep again on his sofa.

The first thing Blaine did when he woke up was check his phone. Kurt hadn’t texted him, which honestly didn’t surprise him in the least. He noticed the time, it was 10 AM.  He jumped in the shower and tried to think what he was going to do for the day. He decided to get coffee at that little coffee shop where he’d met Kurt the first time.

“Can I get your name?” Kurt asked the girl standing at the counter. It wasn’t a requirement that he ask their names, but if they happened to be a pretty girl, Kurt always did.

The girl smiled, “Ana.”

“Okay, Ana, I will have your non-fat mocha out in a minute,” Kurt gave her a wink before turning back around to the machines.

“You disgust me, you know that?” Rachel asked. Being Kurt’s best friend, he’d managed to get her access to stand behind the counter, whenever she came around. 

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. I’m a pompous disgusting pig. You’ve told me now, about, what would you say, twenty times?” 

“More like twenty-five. But back to what you told me, so he just left?”

“Yeah, I woke up and he was gone. He left a note asking me to text him when I want to meet.” Kurt had explained everything from the night before to Rachel. Well, everything but the kiss, he would keep that little bit to himself.

“Did you?”

“Psssht. No, I don’t text first.”

“Okay, one, I thought that rule only applied for females and two, I think you should, he’s probably nervous.”

“Whatever. So what do you think, can you help me?”

“Possibly,” she shrugged.

Kurt had a sudden need to go to the bathroom, so he decided to finish making Ana’s coffee, and see if his coworker, Andy, would hurry up and come back from the bathroom.

Unfortunately that didn’t happen, and Kurt really had to go.

“Uh, Rach? Could you cover for me for a minute? I think I might pee my pants.”

“What? Okay, too much information. But how am I supposed to do that? I don’t even know how to work the register.”

“Hopefully, Andy’ll be back out here soon, and you won’t have to do anything. It’s a slow day, anyways,” he finished talking before running to the bathroom like his life depended on it.

Rachel sighed and slouched against the counter, back to the register. It was a couple minutes before she heard a cough behind her. She whipped around, and saw a man standing there staring at her. He was short with dark hair and dark skin. He was wearing a bowtie.

“Can I help you?” she asked with fluent attitude.

“Good morning to you, too. I’ll have a medium drip, with an extra shot, I could use the energy.”

She gritted her teeth before thinking what she was supposed to do now, oh yeah. “What’s your name?”

“Blaine.”

Her eyes widened, “Not Blaine Anderson, right?” How many Blaine’s could there be? It didn’t seem like a very popular name. Plus the guy did match the description Kurt had given her.

“Um. Yeah, actually. Blaine Anderson.” He scrunched up his eyebrows in confusion.

Rachel started laughing, “The Blaine Anderson.” She was still laughing, “Okay, look, Kurt’s not going to text you so if you want to continue doing whatever this little thing is you guys are doing, you need to text him.”

“I-I…who are you?”

“The best friend. Now, get out of here, and don’t tell him you saw me.”

Blaine pouted, “But—“

“Forget the coffee.”

Blaine decided to comply with her wishes and turned to the door and left just in time before Kurt walked out of the bathroom. “Any purchases?”

“Not a one.”

Blaine walked back to his apartment, still kind of confused, but decided to text Kurt.

Hey, do you want to meet up tonight?

Blaine felt really pathetic and needy, but he felt like he needed those lessons.  Like he needed air. 

He reached his apartment before Kurt replied.

Sure. Same place. Be there at 8.

Well, Blaine knew what his mission was for the day. Get an audition for Kurt.

“Hey, look, told you he’d text me,” Kurt bragged, waving the phone in his friend’s face.

Rachel smirked, “Imagine that. I think I’m gonna head out, I have plans.”

“Ooh, plans, eh? Like boy plans?”

Rachel blushed, “Something like that.”         

Blaine dialed his father’s number.

A cheerful female voice picked up, “You’ve reached the office of Charlie Anderson, how may I help you?”

“Hey, Brielle. Is my dad in?”

“Blaine! Darling, no unfortunately he’s in a meeting, would you like me to leave him a message?”

Of course he was. “Uh, no thanks, just tell him to call me back when he gets a chance.”

“Okay, honey. How are you doing, Blaine?”

Blaine forced a happy tone, “Pretty good.  Hanging in there I guess.”

“Well, that’s great, sweetie. You have a nice day, okay?”

“You too, Brielle.” He hung up the phone.

This is good, Kurt thought as he was getting ready for the night, while I’m training Blaine, I can pick someone up tonight. Yeah, I’m having sex tonight, that’ll work things out. He had to push all of his feelings from the previous night out. Make them disappear. They didn’t exist.  Kurt was a strong, straight man, and tonight he’d prove that to himself, just like he’d done so many times before.

He finished his skin care routine, which he was always very careful to stick to.  Kurt had always been an organized person, had a schedule. A routine, a place for everything.  It was one way he could keep tabs on himself, keep himself in line. But it was more than that even, he liked things to be set and stone. No ifs, ands or buts. 

Kurt walked to his closet and chose the best outfit he could find.  He sported black slacks, a white button down and a silver-backed vest. He examined himself in the mirror making sure his hair was perfectly styled. 

Blaine tried all day to get a hold of his dad, to no avail. Eventually he decided to go to his next best option. One of the directors. He considered which one would be best to approach.  There was the Phantom of The Opera director, he knew Blaine pretty well, so Blaine went to him around 4 PM.  It wasn’t difficult getting the audition, it just took some sweet talking and compliments for Kurt. At last, he achieved his goal and walked back to his apartment to get ready.

Blaine attempted to choose the most mature outfit he could find, but still wound up in a bow tie. What could he say? He had a strange addiction to the things.

Before Blaine arrived, Kurt had already struck up a conversation with a young brunette named Luisa sitting at the bar. Needless to say, it was going well, and Kurt wouldn’t be surprised if it went somewhere.  They were chatting about celebrities when Blaine walked in.  Kurt’s eyes drifted over to the other man walking toward him. 

“Hi. Um, Blaine, this is Luisa, Luisa, Blaine.”

Blaine shook the girl’s hand, “Nice to meet you.”

Kurt looked at the brunette, “Would you excuse us just for a second? I need to talk to him for a minute.”

She smiled, “Yeah, sure. I’ll stay right here.”

Kurt returned the smile, and pulled Blaine away.  “Okay, so tonight our goal is for you to woo someone. We are not trying for a bathroom make-out session,” Blaine flinched at the memory. “Nor are we trying to get in the girl’s pants. Not that I think you would have a chance of that in a million years without my help, but for whatever reason you got lucky last time, so I’m not taking chances.”

Blaine nodded, then spoke, “Yeah. I understand, just one thing. How exactly am I supposed to do that?”

“Do what?”

Blaine made air quotes, “Wooing.”

Kurt hadn’t thought about that. How were you supposed to teach someone so inexperienced to woo a girl?  He looked around and spotted a girl sitting alone at a table.  “Come with me.”

Kurt first went over to the bar, and ordered two drinks.  He handed them both to Blaine and said, “Okay, you’re going to go over there, and say something simple like, ‘Mind if I join you?’ She’s going to say yes, and you offer her the second drink. She might initiate a conversation, but if she doesn’t, you have two options. You can either compliment her, say something cheesy about her eyes, but that’s not the preferable option. What you should do is make conversation. Ask her about her life, little things, girls like that. Just be relaxed.”

Blaine nodded and took a deep breath. Kurt gave him an encouraging smile, and Blaine turned around to walk over to the table.

Kurt returned to his brunette who seemed more than willing to continue their previous conversation.

Blaine reached the table and couldn’t remember what he was supposed to say. “Uh, is this seat taken?”

The girl looked up at him confused. “No. It’s not.”

He sat down across from her and shoved the drink in her face.  Her eyes widened, and he said, “Oh, sorry, um would you like a drink?”

“Sure.” She took the drink and said, “I’m Laura, by the way.”

“Oh, Blaine.”

This was going to be a long night.