Blaine tried to look nonchalant, walking calmly over to the counter where his latte sat. He tried to keep his heart from beating quite so fast and willed the blush on his face to go down. Mel gaped at him, as he picked up a magazine and settled into his usual chair in the corner of the shop. He read for a few minutes, flipping the page absentmindedly, but both of them knew that he wasn’t actually reading. She sighed and glanced at the clock.

“TAKING MY BREAK!” Mel shouted, opening the door to the staff room. She waited for a faint answering ‘Okay!’ then chucked her apron on a hook next to the door. She said nothing as she stormed over to Blaine, grabbed him by the sleeve and proceeded to yank him from the shop. Blaine said nothing, following her and knowing better than to argue – Anyone who argues with Mel has a death wish, he thought, wincing as he remembered taking that waiter to the emergency room with a broken nose. Mel had calmed down slightly since then. Well, kind of.

Blaine stayed silent as Mel weaved them in and out of the busy crowds, saying an occasional ‘excuse me’ or ‘sorry’ when she was particularly aggressive as she pushed and shoved.

Mel then came to an abrupt stop, causing Blaine to crash into her back. She whipped him round, gave his shoulders a sharp push and he landed on a graffiti covered bench. She shot him a warning look to stay and he inclined his head a fraction, silently telling her he wouldn’t move. Smiling her thanks, she disappeared from view.

 Blaine wrinkled his nose in disgust as he edged away from various pieces of chewing gum – they were all peculiar colours and had a very nasty smell lingering above them. After a few moments of silence, his mind wandered to thoughts of Kurt. Why is he so tired that he faints in the middle of a street? ...His eyes were the perfect shade of blue!

He pondered on this for a moment, and then fumed to himself. Stop it Blaine! You don’t know him, why do you care?!

Blaine closed his eyes, let out groan and distractedly started tapping his foot, humming a tune from ‘Beauty and the Beast’ under his breath.

“I can’t believe you still know all of the words to that,” Mel commented, as Blaine’s eyes opened and she gave him a mint chocolate chip ice-cream. “We used to sing that in high school.”

Blaine simply stuck his nose in the air and licked the dripping spot on his ice-cream. Mel grinned at him and Blaine was soon grinning back. He couldn’t keep a straight face around his best friend for long.

Mel giggled. She took her finger and dipped it in her raspberry ripple ice-cream, which then ended up on Blaine’s cheek. He rolled his eyes and laughed as he wiped it off with his sleeve.

They sat in silence for a minute or two, and then Mel opened her mouth to speak, a strange expression on her face. Then closed it again. Blaine looked at her curiously, but she shrugged, bringing her ice-cream to her mouth.

“So, why did you drag me here?” Blaine asked, nudging her shoulder playfully.

Mel tsked under her breath and mumbled ‘I didn’t drag you’. “Whatever then.” Blaine shrugged, “What’s up?”

Mel hesitated. Blaine urged her on with a pointed look.

“I’ve not seen your face light up like that for a while…” She trailed off, knowing Blaine would hear the unsaid words; ‘since Mark left.’

Blaine scoffed, trying to hide a blush. My face didn’t light up! His brain shouted.

Did it?

Blaine sent a glare to Mel, “You can say my ex-boyfriend’s name around me you know? It’s been over a year!”

“I know, I know” She defended herself by putting two hands up in surrender. “but it took you so long to get over him! And seeing you with Kurt for those five minutes, you just… looked like you did then.” Mel looked excited, her eyes sparkling.

“I’ve only just met him! I don’t even know him!” Blaine almost shouted, rolling his eyes but feeling frustration starting to creep up. He knew Mel – she wouldn’t drop this. “I have no way of seeing him ever again, NOT THAT I’M SAYING I’M INTERESTED!”

Mel smirked at his hasty attempt to cover his words and the flush rising up his neck. She decided to drop the subject, knowing Blaine would be even less likely to talk when he was angry.

“Okay, okay!” She chucked her empty ice-cream tub in the bin and stood up, wiping her hands on her blouse. “You are still coming to see Rachel sing tonight aren’t you? I said I’d come for support and I’m not going alone!”

Blaine paused, also binning his empty tub, pushing his glasses up his nose and running a hand through his hair. He knew what Rachel was like; Mel had told him many stories about her college course and how Rachel had an amazing voice. It wouldn’t hurt to go, His brain nagged, Beats sitting at home and thinking about Kurt all night. Blaine scowled, and nodded to Mel.

“I’ll go. I want to meet this Rachel. Maybe she has a cute friend?” He joked, nudging their shoulders together.

Mel beamed and linked her arm through Blaines. They walked in a comfortable silence, before Mel turned to Blaine with an innocent expression.

“Kurt was pretty gorgeous though, wasn’t he?” She grinned mischievously, skipping ahead as Blaine was left bright red and spluttering behind.  

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It took all of Kurt’s strength to not slam Dylan’s door shut.  He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and rubbing his forehead. He is such an asshole, Kurt thought, fighting the urge to punch the wall. His fists clench as he wills his temper to die down. Now is not the time for a rage.

“Still ‘punishing’ you for being late then?” Sarah, Dylan’s secretary said, looking up from her laptop with a sympathetic smile on her face. “Don’t worry about it. He’ll forget.” She smiled and continued typing.

Kurt gritted his teeth and walked towards his tiny desk at the end of the corridor. Apparently, interns don’t get a standard size desk.

He was filing some paperwork, when his mind wandered to this morning. Blaine seemed so nice. Obviously a very sweet person, helping a complete stranger, Kurt thought, pushing the autumn/winter plans to the back of the filing cabinet. And he’s gay. And gorgeous - I wouldn’t mind waking up to that face in a morning, Kurt’s thoughts continued and he chuckled before freezing. Did he really just think that? Stop it Kurt. You don’t even know him! You’ll never see him again! He scolded himself, trying to make his heart stop beating so fast. He continued filing various papers and designs, purposefully keeping his mind off Blaine. He doesn’t succeed for very long.

However, his thoughts are soon interrupted when his phone vibrates in the pocket of his deep blue skinny jeans.

Kurt looks right and left, making sure no-one’s watching, before slipping his phone into his hand and opening the message.

From: Rachel

Kurt! Fashion Emergency! I need you to do my outfit and hair for tonight! Mel’s coming, remember? You need to meet her! Come home ASAP! xx

Kurt rolled his eyes but smiled as he tapped out a reply. He would not be singing on a stage with Rachel if she was dressing herself. He shuddered- that would be horrific.

To: Rachel

I’m excited to meet her. And I’ll try. Dylan’s not happy with me- long story, explain later. Xx

Kurt stuffed his phone back into his pocket, rubbed his exhausted eyes and carried on filing. He gave up fighting the thoughts of Blaine, daydreaming about his breath-taking hazel eyes and gorgeous curls. After filing the same article in the wrong cabinet four times, he threw his head back and groaned. He couldn’t wait to moan about all of this to Rachel. He glanced at the clock. Only two more hours.