If Kurt thought Blaine was attractive in a sweatshirt, it was nothing compared to how he looked right now. He felt like he could see every single muscle in Blaine's upper body. Kurt never was a huge fan of the thick hipster frames, but of course Blaine made them work flawlessly. Then there was that stupid smile and all of Kurt's mental preparations were instantly forgotten.

Blaine smirked a little when Kurt just stood there staring, but also felt a little blush creep up onto his cheeks. Kurt looked flawless, just like last time, and Blaine had a feeling this boy never looked bad a day in his life. He decided it was time to break the silence. "Hey Kurt! Nice to see you again. Come in!"

Kurt shook his head and smiled back. "Yeah. Nice seeing you too." He picked up Blaine's coffee out of the cup holder and handed it over. "One medium drip sir."

Blaine laughed and closed the door behind Kurt. "Seriously, you're a life saver. I have my own coffee here, but there's something different about coffee shop coffe, don't you think? And stop with the properness! It's Blaine. No Mr. Anderson because that reminds me of my father and, just no."

Kurt laughed, not wanting to admit he was doing some minimal flirting by calling Blaine those names. He stood there awkwardly, not really knowing what to do, but ever the gentleman, Blaine led the way into the dinning room to sit. Blaine figured sitting across a table from Kurt, and not directly next to him on the couch, would be for the best. Blaine took a sip of his coffee and hummed in delight.

"So, how early does Ali wake up?"

"Depends. She seems to really enjoy getting up at five in the morning though."

"Oh. Ouch."

"Yes. Going from a single guy living alone to having a baby waking you up every morning is kind of a change." He was hoping by casually dropping in his single status, Kurt would maybe reveal if he was single or not. No such luck. Kurt just chuckled and took a drink from his cup. "So Kurt, what made you decide to move to New York. I mean, I know what's it like in Ohio, but what made you chose here?"

"Well. I wanted to be on Broadway. It was my big dream. But I failed to get into NYADA so I took a year off to help my dad at home, then got accepted into Parsons and here we are. What about you?"

"Similar situation actually, well the year off part. My father wanted me to go to law school, so I did in Ohio for a year but I absolutely hated it. Music was my dream and my passion. So I applied to pretty much every music school in the city and got accepted into NYU. It was...a shock to my father." That was an understatment, but he didn't want to get into that just yet. Maybe once him and Kurt were closer.

Kurt nodded, sensing the relationship wasn't that great between Blaine and his father. "I guess I never found out before, but how old are you?"

"I'm 23."

"That's crazy."

"What is?"

"Well. We probably would have met back in high school. My junior year was..." He trailed off, not wanting to go into detail just yet, "My dad and stepmom offered to send me to Dalton after reading about their no bullying policy. I really wanted to go, but I wouldn't take their honeymoon money, so I stayed at McKinely."

Blaine hated hearing that Kurt had it rough, well presumably. Someone as amazing as Kurt didn't deserve anything like that. "That is crazy. I escaped to Dalton too. I know how hard public schools can be. I wish we would have met in high school Kurt Hummel. We could have been good friends. Or enemies depending on how much you challeneged me for solos." He winked and saw Kurt blush.

Kurt smirked and replied. "Oh that wouldn't be a challenge. I would beat you in a heartbeat."

"Oh ho. So confident in your abilities. I'll have you know, nobody in the entire Warblers ever beat me."

"That's because you're little team never had an amazing countertenor."

"You're a-"

"Uh-huh.

"Wow."

"Yup."

"Well Hummel, I challenge you to a sing off. Don't know when or where, but sometime."

"Oh, you're on Anderson. Who will judge?"

"My friend Wes. He was in the Warblers, on our council actually."

"Isn't that a bit biased. I mean, it could be rigged."

"True. We need an impartial judge."

"I know someone. She's technically a friend, but when it comes to singing she tells it like it is. We got into a lot of fights in high school over solos."

"Okay. Your friend and my friend Wes."

"Okay. Deal."

"Shake." Blaine held out his hand, and okay maybe he just wanted to feel Kurt's skin but who could blame him? Kurt held out his hand and shook Blaine's once before releasing. They both laughed then Blaine heard Ali waking up, probably from the noise. "Oh hang on. Let me get Ali. I think I hear her awake."

He went to stand when Kurt stopped him. "Wait. Do you mind if I get her? Or will it scare her having someone she doesn't know go in there?"

Yup. Kurt had the job in the bag. Blaine smiled softly then shook his head. "No, she'll be okay. But I'll come with, just in case. This way." Kurt followed as Blaine led the way to Ali's room. He was feeling a little nervous, wanting to impress Blaine but also not wanting to scare the little girl. He walked over to the crib, made sure he was smiling in a friendly way, then bent down to pick up Ali.

The little girl looked at Kurt curiously for a moment, then searched the room for Blaine and after seeing him in the doorway, looked back to Kurt. She seemed to be studying him, not really sure what to think. Kurt smiled and rubbed her back. "Hi Ali. I'm Kurt. I love your dress!" Blaine beamed but kept quiet as he watched them interact. "Op, but your bow got a little lopsided when you were sleeping. Here, let me fix that for ya." He unclipped the bow and gathered up what little hair there was, then clipped it back into place. "Gorgeous."

Blaine thought his heart would melt right out of his chest. He thought he could have Kurt stay forever, especially if he got to watch this scene everyday. Ali started whinning, still unsure about Kurt so soon after waking up. He walked over to the pair and caressed the side of Ali's face. "Hey baby girl, did you have a good nap? This is the Kurt I was telling you about this morning. The one we have to be extra good for so he'll want to take care of you." He glanced at Kurt, who he noticed he was standing rather close to. Blushing, he stepped back a little and noticed Kurt was blushing a little too. Was that good?

Kurt smiled at Blaine, then returned his attention back to Ali. "I don't know. Your uncle seems to be a little dorky-" Blaine cut in with a "Hey!" but Kurt continued, "but I think you seem much cooler than him. Is that true?" Ali seemed to think for a moment, then gave Kurt a huge smile.

"Traitor! Just remember who feeds you and changes your diaper!" Kurt laughed, which made Ali laugh, which led Blaine to walk out of the room. "Can't believe, getting ganged up on in my own house! I see how it's gonna be!"

Kurt continued laughing and followed after Blaine. Blaine had plopped down on the couch, looking grumpy but amused. Kurt perched carefully on the edge of the couch, still holding Ali who was now resting her head on Kurt's chest. Blaine smiled once more at the sight of them together. "Well she's obvoiusly taken a liking to you."

"Not surprising. Most people can't resist my charm." He didn't care that he had been open, and shamelessly flirting with Blaine this entire time. It was just so easy and comfortable around Blaine. He felt like he never had to think about what to say, it just flowed naturally out of him. With Lawrence, he always had to be careful with his words in case his boyfriend got angry.

Blaine wanted to make a remark about how that was true, and how he was already captured by Kurt's charm, but he didn't want to overstep. He had been buzzing since Kurt got here, and every time he made a flirty comment, Blaine felt like flying. "Well, you call it charm. I say she thinks you are just a big, warm pillow."

Ali giggled, and whether it was at Blaine or at something in her little head, Blaine gave a victory shout. "Yes! One point for Uncle Blaine!" Ali started wiggling, so Kurt set her down on the floor so she could crawl around. It was only then that he noticed how close he had sat next to Blaine. Blaine realized the same thing and stood, not wanting to make Kurt uncomfortable. "Right so. I figured you could just sort of hang with us so she can get used to you and stuff. There's this deli down the street that has really good sandwiches and soups. My treat of course, since you brought coffee. Unless you ate before you came?"

"No. That sounds great. But I can pay for myself. You don't have to-"

"Kurt. Shut up. I'm paying."

"You're not gonna give up are you?"

"Never. Now let me just get some of Ali's things together, fix up a bottle. Oh! She probably needs to be changed. Wait. I never even asked. Do you know how to change a diaper?"

"Yeah. I mean it's been a while, but I'm pretty sure it works the same."

"Cool. I'll change her quick. You can have the next one." Blaine winked then went to Ali's room to grab a diaper.

Kurt took these moments alone to catch his breath and try to get his head back on again. He was doing what he used to do in high school, falling for someone he didn't even know. That never worked out good for him in the past, and now that he had a boyfriend it was an even more dangerous situation. He should tell Blaine about Lawrence. It was the right thing to do, right? But Kurt liked the flirting and the way Blaine looked at him sometime. He would wait. Next time. He'll tell him next time.

Blaine came back in the room, still smiling. He grabbed Ali and flipped her onto her back to begin changing her. "So, you said you wanted to be on Broadway. What's your favorite show?"

"Probably Wicked. Defying Gravity is sort of my go to diva song."

"You can sing Defying Gravity? Like, all of it?"

Kurt smirked and nodded smugly. "Of course I can."

"Well Hummel, I may have underestimated you."

Kurt blushed and looked away from Blaine's face, just for a moment. "Do you have a favorite show?"

"Hmmm." Blaine thought as he finished fastening Ali's diaper. "Hard choice. I do love Wicked as well, but I may have to choose Rent. So many beautiful stories. And the songs!"

"Ahh yes. Let me guess, Out Tonight is your go to diva song?"

"Don't you know it." They both laughed and Kurt was picturing Blaine in the apartment sing-screaming the lyrics. Blaine finished up with Ali then stood. "I'm just gonna grab some things in the kitchen. Would you mind grabbing her diaper bag off the chair in her room, and the careseat in the corner?"

"Sure."

"Kay. Meet you back out here in a few!"

Kurt went and retrieved the objects, taking a moment to admire the diaper bag. It was definitely a real Burberry, which made him hesitant to hold it, knowing it was $950 bag. Blaine was already waiting for Kurt and Kurt couldn't help but ask. "So this is a real Burberry bag." Blaine nodded. "I'm sorry. You don't have to answer if you don't want, but what the heck does your family do that they can afford a Burberry diaper bag."

Blaine chuckled then shrugged. "My father owns a law firm in Columbus. Cooper, my brother, runs the branch in Westerville. Amelia's family was well off too, she's a doctor. I swear, if you could see her closet, it is literally all brand name and none was bought on sale." He still was having trouble referring to his brother and his wife in the past tense.

Kurt smiled, a little sadly, quickly catching himself and forcing his smile wider. "I don't know if I can be trusted with this bag." He held it up for Blaine to take. Blaine shook his head then took a step towards Kurt. He pulled on the strap of the bag, then carefully put it on Kurt's shoulder. "It'll be fine. Come on."

He got Ali in her carseat, something that was much easier now, and then set in her stroller before leaving the apartment. The walk to the deli was pleasant. Kurt and Blaine talked about nothing too important. Things like; their favorite restaurants in the city, which shows they've gone to seen, how many celebrities they spotted over the years, things like that.

Niether of them talked about the things they were trying to avoid. Kurt didn't mention Lawrence, and Blaine avoided talking about Cooper. The more they got to know each other, the more both realized just how easy it was to be around the other. For Blaine, it had always taken him awhile to be comfortable around people. Sure, he made friends easy enough, but it took him a long time to actually let people in. With Kurt, he felt himself trusting him almost immediately.

Kurt was the same. He never trusted anyone, besides his dad, and that included his boyfriend. He was always guarded around people, having been let down too many times in his life. There was something about Blaine though. Something that told Kurt that Blaine would never hurt him. It was confusing for him, since everyone in his life ended up hurting him in some way.

Once they were at the deli and had their food ordered, they sat at a table kind of away from the other people. Ali's stroller was rather large, and Blaine didn't want to be in the way. They ate in silence, Kurt stealing glances at Blaine when he bent down to feed Ali and Blaine stealing glances at Kurt whenever he looked down.

Just when they were about finished, they saw a woman coming over to them with a determined look on her face. She walked right up to their table, clutching her necklace, and looked down at them. "What you two are doing is a sin."

Blaine's jaw dropped, but Kurt hardly flinched sending back a nonchalant, "what, eating sandwiches? How very devilish." He looked up at her, bored.

She stood a bit taller, clearly not expecting that response. "Your lifestyle. It's a sin."

Blaine shook his head, but couldn't help but still be polite. "Oh. Ma'am we're no togt-" Kurt cut him off with a laugh directed at the lady. "No. What's a sin is you thinking wearing a bright orange polka dot shirt was a good idea. Doesn't your precious bible say something somewhere about wearing cotton polyseter blends? I'm pretty sure it does. I'm pretty sure it doesn't say that you should stick your crooked nose into other people's business. Now take your 1990's mullet and walk away before you embarrass yourself further." He gave a pointed look to the other people in the deli who were shaking their heads at the lady. Blaine only had eyes for Kurt, and was staring at him with complete awe.

She dropped her hand, revealing a golden cross around her neck. Apparently, she wasn't quite finished. "You're going to hell. And raising that poor little girl like this, you're setting her up to be damned as well."

Once she brought Ali into this, all traces of politeness left Blaine, leaving him angry. He stood, blocking Ali from her view. "Don't you dare. Say all you want about me. But don't you dare bring her into this. She will be raised to know what love and acceptance is, and not to be some psycho crazy lady who nobody likes and probably has too many cats. And if I'm going to hell, I'll be glad for it since it means I won't ever have to see your face again. Now leave my friend and I alone." He sat back down and turned to pick Ali up. He knew she would help calm him down, and it worked instantly when she smiled up at him.

The lady huffed and walked away, leaving the restaurant. Kurt and Blaine sat in silence while Blaine calmed himself down. Finally he smiled at Kurt. "You're amazing." He didn't really mean to say it, but it was already too late to pull it back.

Kurt shrugged. "I delt with a lot of bullying in high school. I've always sort of had a quick wit since the guys that picked on me weren't the brightest. I'm better than all those people. I know it, and they know it. Besides, she made it far too easy. I can't believe she would have the audacity to bring Ali into this."

Blaine clenched his jaw. "If she were a dude, I probably would have hit her. Forget her. Let's just. Get out of here."

Kurt nodded, sensing Blaine's anger. They cleaned up their trash and got Ali back in her stroller before leaving. They decided to walk around the neighborhood for a while, enjoying the warm summer day. After a while with hanging with Kurt, he had forgotten all about the stupid lady at the restaurant.

They went back to Blaine's around four o' clock, when Ali started getting fussy. Blaine put her down for a nap, then joined Kurt back out in the living room. Kurt was looking at his phone with a weird expression that Blaine couldn't quite place. "Everything okay?"

Kurt started, having not heard Blaine come in. He quickly put his phone away and stood. "Yes. Um. I hate to ask, but do you need me to stay? I, uh, have to be somewhere." Lawrence had texted Kurt, demanding him to get home. It was sent two hours ago.

Blaine was sad, he had hoped they could hang out more, but he wasn't going to make Kurt stay. "No. Go ahead. Just wait a second." He pulled out his wallet and Kurt shook his head. "What are you doing?"

"I said I'd pay you. So I'm paying you."

"No. You don't have to do that."

"Yes I do." He held out forty dollars. Kurt didn't take it. "Kurt. I will give you this by force if you don't take it."

"No. I won't. And I don't believe you will. I'm bigger than you." He was smiling.

"I resent that! And you're taller than me. I'm definitely wider." He held his arms out and looked down at himself, as if that proved his point. Kurt laughed and shook his head, then made his way quickly to the door. Blaine moved quickly and blocked the way. "Don't think so. I won't move until you take it."

"Blaine."

"Kurt."

"You think you're cute don't you?"

"Please. I'm adorable."

Kurt couldn't argue with that. "I think we'll have a problem. We are both stubborn."

"True. But as your future possible-employer, you need to listen to me."

Kurt laughed and shook his head some more. He put his hands on his hips and stared at Blaine. Blaine stared right back. After a few minutes, Kurt sighed. "Blaine I need to go."

Blaine smiled and took a step towards Kurt, swinging the door open behind him. Once he was close enough, he stuffed the money into a pocket in Kurt's shirt. "Okay. See ya Kurt! I have another test run tomorrow, but trust me your chances look good. I'll call or text Wednesday to let you know if you got the job." Which he did of course.

Kurt rolled his eyes and jsut admitted defeat and left the money where Blaine placed it. "You're horrible. Thanks for having me over and stuff. I'll, uh, talk to you later then." He stepped out into the hall, then turned to smile at Blaine again, hoping to see Blaine's smile once more before he left.

Of course Blaine smiled, he couldn't not smile around Kurt. "Thank you for coming! Have a good night Kurt."

"Bye Blaine."

"Bye Kurt."

They shared one last smile before Blaine slowly closed the door before resting his forehead against it. Today was one of the best days he's had in a while, homophobes aside. He was definitely more than attracted to Kurt, but was a bit unsure of how Kurt felt. He did catch him staring sometimes when they were eating, so that was a good sign, right?

Kurt had left Blaine's with a big smile on his face. He wondered if every time he left, he would be heading home to a fight with Lawrence. The day with Blaine made it almost worth it. As he made his way home, and to an angry boyfriend, he kept the image of smiling Blaine in the forefront of his mind. That was sure to get him through this round of fights.