He had almost turned back three times on his way to the coffee house Kurt had mentioned—The Lima Bean. It was a stupid idea. The odds of Kurt swinging by on Tuesday evening were slim, he was sure. But he had spent the entire weekend replaying their magical night over and over again. Even thinking about it now, about the softness of Kurt’s lips against his own, had him biting back a foolish grin.

His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he pulled it out to check the text he had received.

Prince Charming show up yet?

He had spent the greater part of Monday describing his encounter with Kurt to his best friend, Sebastian. Who thought he was blowing the entire thing out of proportion. But Blaine knew that what he had felt with Kurt had been special. And so he had refused to let Sebastian’s nay saying deter him. Though now that he finally was here, Blaine did feel a little silly.
This wasn’t some sort of romance movie, there was pretty much zero chance that Kurt would just walk into the coffee shop. But he had to try. He had cursed himself all Saturday for not giving Kurt his number, or getting his.

He had been here for an hour already, and it was getting close to 8:00pm. He knew he had to be home soon, or his mother would start to worry. Disheartened, he finished up his coffee and got up from his table to toss it in the garbage.

Just then, the chime over the door dinged.

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“Oh my God. FINN, you CAN’T be serious….” Kurt pushed the door to the coffee shop open and pierced Finn with his most withering stare. “It wasn’t that bad…” He could feel the beginnings of a headache coming on. Sometimes his step-brother was just so frustrating.

“Dude, he hit on my girlfriend. I mean I know you don’t have anything to compare that to, or anything, but it’s really not a good feeling.”

“Obviously not, but that’s no excuse to punch some poor guy’s face in… He looked pretty harmless to me…” Thank god for coffee, Kurt was going to need this if he was going to continue this discussion. I’ll have one non-fat mocha and… What do you want?” He asked, tilting his head towards Finn who, of course, was not paying attention to him. “Earth to Finn?” He said putting his hand gently on his arm.

“I’ll just have whatever you’re having I guess… whatever…” Finn turned towards Kurt, a dazed look upon his face. “I mean, why would she do that though, dude? Why would she flirt back at him! She knew I was right there… She knew how sensitive I’d be about it after the whole thing with Quinn and everything last year…”

Kurt turned back to their barista, who was staring at Finn with a coy smile on her face. He mentally rolled his eyes. “Okay so I’ll have two non-fat mochas… and one of those blueberry scones” he said, waggling a finger at the one that he wanted. Maybe a scone would make Finn feel better. Finn always did respond well to food…

“Thanks!” He smiled brightly at their barista and turned back to Finn. “Come on…” He grabbed his coffee, the scone and Finn’s arm as he manoeuvred them towards a small round table. “I mean really… it’s not that big a deal.”

“Dude, it’s totally a big deal!” Finn said, throwing up his arms in a defeated sort of gesture as he sat down in his chair with a disgruntled thump.
“Oh Finn, come on. He was just a guy. Rachel was just being nice to him! You’ve got to let it go. You know what I can’t let go though?” he asked raising an eyebrow, a crooked smile playing on his lips. “The amount of flannel you are wearing. It is truly, truly concerning to me.”

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A delighted smile spread over Blaine’s face when Kurt walked through the door. He turned quickly to toss his empty coffee cup in the nearby garbage, but when he turned back, he saw Kurt lay his hand on the arm of the hulking lumberjack who had come in with him.

Frozen mid-step, Blaine’s brow furrowed into a distressed frown.
That wasn’t Kurt’s boyfriend… was it? It couldn’t be. There way no way that Kurt could be in a relationship. Blaine figured himself a pretty good judge of character, and he couldn’t see Kurt having held his hand, having kissed him, if he’d had a boyfriend.

But still. As they made their way to their table, Blaine could see that the two were obviously comfortable with each other—despite the odd pair they made. He figured he had about two seconds to either duck out before Kurt noticed him standing there like and idiot, or muster up some courage and go over to their table.

Taking a deep breath, Blaine straightened his jacket, and ran a nervous hand over his hair to make sure it was all in place. Before he could talk himself out of it, he walked over to Kurt’s table.

“Hey, Kurt,” he couldn’t help the blush that rose to his cheeks, or the way he was unable to stop the grin that spread over his face.

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What. Even. If he hadn’t been sitting so solidly in his chair, Kurt thought he might have fallen over with the pure shock of what, or rather, whom, was staring him straight in the face.

“Blaine” he breathed. His eyes widened, and he was pretty sure his eyebrows had become a permanent fixture in the top of his hairline.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy to see the Warbler, in fact, nothing could have been farther from the truth. But, what on earth was Blaine doing at the Lima Bean? He didn’t live close… why on earth would he come so far out of his way? Not that he was complaining, nope he was most definitely not complaining.
“Hey!” Kurt stammered almost nervously. He couldn’t help himself though, and his lips curved into a smile as he looked up at Blaine. He couldn’t help but notice the almost twinkling in Blaine’s eyes and the way he just looked so happy to see him, and Kurt certainly couldn’t help the way that his heart pounded in his chest and the way his stomach fluttered with warm, happy butterflies. He had to look away, he was staring again and he knew it, but Blaine’s eyes, and his lips, the lips that he had kissed!! He couldn’t look away—

“AHEM”

Finn. Kurt had completely and utterly forgotten that Finn had even been there, and obviously Blaine had too by the look of surprise on the other boy’s face.

Kurt turned his gaze to Finn, raising one of his perfectly sculpted eyebrows to let him know how thoroughly unimpressed with him he was right now. He had totally ruined the moment that he and Blaine were having, and he had finished Kurt’s half of their scone. Ugh.

“Finn,” Kurt began gesturing towards Blaine “this is my friend Blaine, and Blaine, this is Finn”.

“Hey, man! Nice to meet you!” Finn held out his hand for Blaine to shake. “Why don’t you join us? Yeah! Have a seat, dude.”

Blaine, slightly flustered, grabbed a chair from a nearby table and pulled it up situating himself between Kurt and Finn.

“Sooooooo…” Finn began, turning to Kurt as Blaine sat, “How do we know Blaine? I mean, I didn’t think you had too many friends outside of New Directions, especially friends that were boys and ones that I didn’t know about, I mean … OW! DUDE?!”

Kurt flashed Finn a demure grin as he kicked him under the table. He was going to kill his step-brother when they got home.

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Blaine glanced down at his hands clasped nervously in his lap. He wished he’d kept the empty coffee cup so he’d have something to distract himself with. From what the lumberjack—Finn—was saying, it sounded like the two New Directions members were close. Really close.

“Kurt and I met at the masquerade ball the other night” He looked up from his lap, and fought the urge to glance at Kurt. He wished he’d never thought to come to The Lima Bean. This might be the most uncomfortable situation he had ever been a part of. If Finn was Kurt’s boyfriend, and who else could he be, Blaine didn’t think he could sit there and pretend like the Kiss had never happened.

Thinking about it, with Kurt’s boyfriend right there, made Blaine feel faintly ill. Not because he felt guilty for kissing someone else’s boyfriend… but because he didn’t feel guilty at all. In fact, all Blaine wanted was to kiss Kurt again. And again. And knowing that he cared so little for hurting Finn’s feelings (who clearly knew nothing about the Kiss, as he didn’t even know who Blaine was), made Blaine feel like a monster. “Uh, look, you guys are obviously in the middle of something here. I don’t want to interrupt.” Blaine moved hastily to get up, but Kurt’s hand shot out and rested on the Warbler’s forearm.

“Stay.”

Blaine felt his mouth go dry, and he slowly eased back into the chair, careful, oh so careful, not to move as though to dislodge Kurt’s hand from his arm. Despite the wool of his winter coat between them, he swore he could feel the heat of Kurt’s hand on his flesh.

“Okay.” His eyes met Kurt’s, and he had to remind himself to breathe. Forcing himself to turn to Finn, Blaine plastered a smile on his face. “Have the New Directions chosen a song for Sectionals yet?”