Kurt frowns.

“Oh… uh…” Kurt trails off awkwardly.

“I don’t mind, though!” Blaine quickly adds. Kurt shouldn’t look so sad with a frown like that! Blaine ever wants Kurt to be sad, that’s what he’s just decided.

Then his mind catches up with the situation and Blaine suddenly remembers that he has manners. Human manners! He holds out his hand.

“I’m Blaine, which you know. Blaine. That’s me.”

Kurt has an amused look on his face when he shakes Blaine’s hand.

“Aangenaam kennis maken,” Kurt says, because yes, of course, Dutch! That’s why Blaine’s here, to teach the language, not to gawk at Kurt.

“Aangenaam kennis te maken,” Blaine says back.

Kurt steps aside so that Blaine can enter the loft. Kurt explains that it’s not much, but it’s home, and he shares it with two friends from high school. Blaine looks around and sure some kitchen supplies are clearly second hand because they’re in a clear state of decay, and the furniture doesn’t match so it’s obvious that they thrifted a lot, but it’s so home-y. There are photos everywhere. Clothes are on the floor, as if someone just got home and immediately unwinded. There’s a nice smell in the air from some leftovers.

It's perfect.

“This place is amazing.”

“It’s home,” Kurt says with a shrug, “Where do you live in New York?”

“Upper West Side,” Blaine says as he still looks around. He should convince Wes to buy more knickknacks for their place.

“Oh my, I didn’t know! You really did come from far,” Kurt sounds embarrassed, “We can also meet up for lessons somewhere in the middle. Or around Broadway, since I work at this Diner there. Sorry I just assumed-”

“Hey, Kurt, it’s fine,” Blaine reassures him, “I knew I was going to Bushwick. You invited me and I decided to come here. For Dutch stuff.”

“For Dutch stuff, yeah.”

“May I ask, what prompted you to learn this language?” Blaine asks.

“Coffee?” Kurt asks, “I mean, do you want coffee? We can talk then.”

“Coffee sounds nice, yes, thank you. And, uh, may I use the bathroom?”

Blaine needs a breather.

Kurt points towards a wooden door and Blaine thanks him before rushing towards him.

In the bathroom he splashes some cold water on his face.

Keep it together.

Blaine’s not an idiot. He’s not ignorant of what he’s feeling. He’s had crushes before. Kurt is good looking, Blaine likes looking at him, simple as that. But he needs to have a moment to compose, since he needs to prove to Kurt that he’s capable of being serious. After all, if he’s out there stammering like a nervous wreck, then he doesn’t make a great impression. He needs to be verbose and great with language and speech!

Once he thinks he’s ready, he goes back to Kurt. He can do it.