Kurt accepted his coffee from the young woman behind the register, without really looking at her. He knew he was staring, but dammit, how could he not?

The guy was leaning up against a side counter, rolling out the dough for what looked like cinnamon rolls. He was wearing loose fitting, ripped jeans and a t-shirt that looked like it had been bought from some random resale shop. A black apron was thrown over top, with the strings haphazardly looped back around the front and tied into a loose knot. His hair was in a crazy mess of curls that looked like they could do with being introduced to some type of product. He was sooo not Kurt's type... normally. He supposed that was part of the reason he was feeling such an inexplicable attraction.

He had been screwed over, time and again, by the 'tall, dark and handsome' guys whom had always seemed his ideal. He had gone out with these types of guys more times than he could count. They were fashionable, they were usually intelligent, they always sexy... they were total assholes.

It was time for a change. It was time to step away from his supposed mold, to break out of his comfort zone. It was time for Kurt Hummel to date a guy who was down-to-earth, sweet, and god-forbid, wore clothing from resale shops... or worse... Walmart.

Kurt repressed a shudder at the mere thought. It was time to try something different though, and he knew it. What he had been doing for the last few years sure as hell wasn't working. That was why he'd allowed Gina to set him up on that blind date tonight.

Ah, that's right. I have a date tonight. A sucky, sucky 'I'm gonna have such a horrible time I'll come straight home, give Gina my bitch glare, and eat a tub of Ben & Jerry's' blind date.

He sighed as he took the lid off of his coffee to add the french vanilla creamer that this coffee shop specialized in. His mind wandered while he stirred mechanically, thinking that if the date tonight didn't pan out, which it wouldn't, maybe he would be spontaneous and come back tomorrow to ask 'cinnamon roll/ripped jeans' guy out.

Oh god! What is my life coming too?!

"Oh, shoot. Did you use that creamer already? I meant to pull it. I think it went bad."

It took Kurt a moment to pull himself from his daze when the voice spoke to him. He looked up to see that familiar mop of crazy curls right in front of his face. The curls caught his attention initially, but the eyes were what captured him. Sparkling hazel eyes were looking intently into his own. He froze. Then tried to speak. Then felt his throat go dry, so he swallowed... and choked on his gum.

"Oh my god! Are you okay? Are you choking?" 'Ripped jeans' guy rushed out from behind the counter with a slight look of panic on his face. He was frantically wiping flour covered hands on his apron, and Kurt suddenly realized that he was preparing himself to do the heimlich maneuver. Kurt held his own hands up in the air, trying to show that it wasn't necessary. He turned and bent over, coughing and hacking until the little piece of Wrigley's popped back out of his throat and on the floor. Kurt wanted to disappear completely as he stooped to pick up the piece of gum and toss it into the trash.

Well, there goes the option of coming back to ask this guy out. He thought with red cheeks. He just saw my body convulsing out of control, and not in a sexy way. He turned back around at a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you alright? I'm sorry if I surprised you. I didn't mean to make you choke." Those big, sparkling eyes were looking earnestly into his own. All Kurt could think of was that it was a good thing the gum was out of his mouth and in the trash. He would have choked again.

"It's, um," Kurt coughed again lightly, trying to clear the roughness from his voice. "It's fine. I was just kinda lost in my own little world and you surprised me. No harm done." He did his best to shoot 'ripped jeans' guy a charming smile. The charming factor was somewhat diminished by his red, watering eyes and random spurts of coughing fits.

"So, since I almost killed you, both by causing you to choke and almost poisoning you with bad creamer, how about you take a seat and I'll bring you a new coffee along with a cinnamon roll that is fresh from the oven. I'm the owner here and it's my own special recipe. I promise you won't regret it."

Kurt really didn't have time to sit, he was already running late for work. He most certainly didn't indulge in sugary breakfasts that were at least 2000 calories. He had seen those cinnamon rolls. They were freaking ginormous and were covered in gobs of frosting.

"I'd even love to join you if you don't mind. I haven't eaten breakfast yet." 'Ripped jeans' guy looked at him with shy eyes and a little blush to his cheeks.

Work, what's work? And who cares about 2000 calories when you own a treadmill?

"Sure. Sounds great!"

Two minutes later they were both settled at a small table, sipping coffee and picking at a shared cinnamon roll.

This was a bonus in more than one way for Kurt. Only 1000 calories... and their fingers kept brushing against each other.

They talked for close to half an hour, both surprised at the connection they felt by the end. The coffee was gone, the cinnamon roll was gone, and Kurt was insanely late for work.

"So," Blaine started (Kurt discovered about two minutes into their conversation that 'ripped jeans' guy's name was Blaine), "I've really enjoyed talking to you. Thanks for having breakfast with me. Would you... like to have dinner with me tonight?"

Kurt's heart sank.

"I would love to. I really, really would, but I already have plans."

"Ah. No worries. Figures a great guy like you wouldn't be free on a Friday night."

Kurt snorted a laugh in his head. If only this guy knew how many Friday nights he'd spent alone lately.

"Are they 'date plans'?" Baine asked jokingly with a smile.

Kurt just looked at him and bit his lip. Blaine lost his smile.

"It's not like, a real date. It's a blind date."

Blaine just stared at him and Kurt face-palmed.

"Oh god, now I just sound like a loser. I don't normally go out on blind dates, but I've had a really horrible track record this last year and my roommate insisted. I'm probably going to have a horrible time, and I don't even want to go... especially after meeting you," he looked down with a deep blush to his cheeks at that. "I just, I already said I'd go and I'm not the kind of person to leave someone hanging. I feel like I at least need to go this one time. We're meeting at that new club on 52nd. At least I'll get to experience a great atmosphere if the date's a bust," he laughed nervously.

Blaine just smiled weakly.

"Yeah, sure. I get it. I actually respect you for not just bailing on this guy."

"I'm really sorry that I have to say no, Blaine. I, um, I'll be here Monday morning for coffee though. I can tell you how horribly it went."

Blaine's smile was even weaker this time.

"Yeah, absolutely. We'll share another cinnamon roll."

"Sounds good. I'll look forward to telling you how awkward it was when he tried to kiss me goodnight," Kurt said with a wink. He grabbed his coat and rushed out the door then with a little wave.

Blaine could barely bring himself to wave back as Kurt rushed out. One thought was penetrating his mind.

If this is the guy Becky tried to set me up with and I said no I'm gonna shoot myself.

He scrambled to his feet the moment the door closed and practically dove across the counter.

Becky looked at him like he was crazy as she filled the biscotti jar.

"Um, hello there. Do you have ants in your pants or something?" Her eyes widened when he gripped her shoulders and gave her a desperate look.

"What was the name of the guy wanted to set me up with?"

"I don't know," she took a small step back, still eyeing him warily. "It was Gina's friend. I don't remember."

"Can you ask her please?"

"Suuuure." She pulled her phone from her pocket and sent a quick text.

"What is this all about?"

Blaine thunked his head down on the counter.

"I just have this horrible feeling like I've fucked up."

*ding*

Blaine raised his head up just enough to give her his most pathetic, questioning look. Becky read the text with a little smirk.

His name is Kurt, and he's damn sexy, and you're a moron for saying no- Gina

Blaine thunked his head several times on the counter.

"Did she set him up with someone else?"

Becky sent another text and received a response in seconds.

Yup. Too little too late, sugarpuff. He's still going on the date, just with a different guy. Thankfully he never even knew you turned it down- Gina

Blaine groaned loudly and kicked at the floor.

"Would you like to fill me in on what's going on?" Becky asked, starting to feel a little lost. "You were so adamant about not going on a blind date, so I dropped it. Why are you all bothered by it now?"

"Because!" Blaine blurted out, finally raising his head. "I just met him! I shared a cinnamon roll with him just now! I'm like, ninety-nine percent sure! His name is Kurt, he IS damn sexy, and he told me he couldn't go out with me tonight because he has a blind date at the new club on 52nd!"

Becky grimaced and started texting. Blaine groaned and prattled on.

"Now he's going to go on this date, have an incredible time, fall in love, get married, have a baby... or a puppy, and forget I exist!"

"He's going to do all that in one night?" Becky asked with a little snicker. She stopped when Blaine glared at her.

*ding*

Yup, you're right. You fucked up. Yup, I'm right. You're a moron. Let's hope Jake doesn't sweep him off his feet- Gina

"Jake? She set him up with Jake?!" Blaine sputtered.

"What's wrong with Jake?" Becky asked a little defensively. Blaine didn't know that Jake, another mutual friend, had been her idea.

"He's just! He's..." Blaine looked at her with a finger raised in the air, just waiting to make a point. He dropped it to his side when he suddenly realized that he didn't have a valid one. "He's not me," he finished a little lamely.

Becky had been texting to Gina the whole time and snickered out loud when she got a response. She shoved her phone in Blaine's face.

Then go fix it, dumbass- Gina

"What can I get for you, hun?" Kurt looked up at the bartender with a sad smile.

"What do you generally give someone who's about to meet a blind date and desperately wishes they could just bail? " She nodded with an understanding look.

"Normally I'd give that someone a double shot of Jack, but I'm getting the impression that you're a little bit of a lightweight in the liquor department."

Kurt laughed and nodded, accepting the cocktail she pushed his way instead.

"So, why'd you agree to a blind date if you don't want to be here?" She asked curiously.

"Well," Kurt looked at her name tag and downed half of his drink, "Beth." She snorted a little laugh and leaned against the bar with her arms crossed.

"I was on the fence about it, but I figured, 'What the hell. I'll give it a try.' Then! Then I had to go ahead and meet the cutest guy EVER this morning, who immediately asked me out on a date, but I had to say no because I already had this planned. Now, even though tonight's gonna suck for me, he's free to go out with someone else, and he's gonna fall in love, get married, have a baby... or a ferret, and forget that I exist!"

She laughed outright then.

"Why a ferret?"

Kurt shrugged, tossing back the other half of his cocktail

"Dunno. He just seems like an awesomely peculiar person and a ferret seemed to fit."

"So, I'm awesomely peculiar, huh? Or was there another guy who asked you out this morning?"

Kurt jumped, then blushed, when 'ripped jeans' guy sat down next to him at the bar. Only he wasn't 'ripped jeans' guy anymore. He was 'oh my fucking god could those pants be any tighter' guy.

"Not that I'm not happy to see you," Kurt stammered just a little, feeling thoroughly embarrassed at having been overheard gushing, "but what are you doing here?"

Beth quietly pushed a shot of Jack toward Blaine with a wink. This guy, on the other hand, looked a little more experienced in the liquor department. He accepted it with a blush and a small smile. He cleared his throat then, before taking a deep breath and plunging right in.

"Your best friend, the one that set you up tonight, is friends with my best friend. They worked together to set you up... with me. You were originally supposed to be going out with ME tonight, but I hate blind dates, so I said no." Kur was staring at him with wide eyes. Beth was standing in front of them, wiping a particular spot on the counter, even though it was probably clean about five wipes ago.

"I said no on principle. I had no idea it was you... obviously. Then they set you up with Jake... who, on a total side-note is someone I actually know too... and none of us was the wiser, until this morning. When I met you today, Kurt, it was like, BAM! We were just meant to be together. Or..." he blushed brightly, "at least we were meant to go out on one real date."

Kurt smiled and Blaine steeled himself to go on, feeling encourage. Beth gave up all pretense of wiping the counter and just gazed at them happily.

"So," Blaine went on, feeling more than a little embarrassed at what he was about to admit, "I waited at the door tonight for Jake, bribed him with free breakfasts at the coffee shop for the next month if he let me take his place... and here we are."

"You bribed a guy to NOT go on a date with me?" Kurt looked at him incredulously.

Blaine just nodded, waiting for either a negative or positive response.

"You wanted to go out with me so badly, that you were willing to be out a month's worth of meals at your shop?"

Blaine nodded again a little more slowly, starting to freak out that he had just done something way over the top. Kurt stared at him, shaking his head in disbelief. Then he lunged forward, grabbed Blaine's face, and kissed him soundly on the mouth.

It was several moments before they pulled away from each other. Kurt grinned widely and Blaine just laughed a little breathlessly. A little squeal startled them and they turned their heads to look at Beth, who had plopped her face down on her hands right front of them to stare unashamedly. She blushed and moved away just a bit with a little 'sorry' muttered under her breath. They turned back to each other, laughing at her excitement. They just sat there for a moment, staring into each other's eyes.

"Wow," Kurt said with a little giggle. "I can't believe that I just kissed 'ripped jeans' guy."

Blaine snorted a laugh.

"Um, 'ripped jeans' guy?"

Kurt gave a sideways glance and then looked back at Blaine impishly.

"That's the nickname I've had for you in my head all day today."

"And you've decided to continue calling me that, even though I am clearly no longer in my ripped jeans?"

"You most certainly are not," Kurt sighed appreciatively, gazing down at Blaine's ass, completely unabashed. He suddenly caught himself and looked back up to Blaine's face with wide eyes.

"I may have downed an entire cocktail in about thirty seconds before you sat down. There is a slight chance that my inhibitions have been lowered. I don't normally talk like this."

Blaine snorted another little laugh and pulled Kurt in for another kiss. He stopped short though, just before meeting their lips.

"You're not gonna tell me on Monday morning how awkward it was when your date tried to kiss you... are you?"

"Well, it's hard to say," Kurt breathed softly. "I think my exact words were 'kiss me goodnight'. This is definitely not goodnight yet. I'm kinda hoping to not get a goodnight kiss for quite a while yet."

"Well good," Blaine smiled against Kurt's lips. "I can practice plenty before then. Hopefully I'll be able to bypass awkward."

"I have a feeling you're going to do just fine."

Blaine sighed contentedly as he leaned in that last little bit to taste and breathe Kurt in completely.

"Yes," Kurt pulled his head off to the side after a moment, gasping for breath. "That was far from awkward. I have a feeling that by the end of the night you'll be damn near spectacular."

"What if our end-of-date kiss ends up being a good morning one instead of a good night one?" Blaine asked softly. Kurt's breath hitched in his throat.

"That depends on if the kiss will be accompanied by a cinnamon roll."

The just ginned at each other then, leaning in to kiss softly once more.

Beth watched with a grin, feeling all fluttery inside. She pulled out her phone and sent a quick text.

Okay, ladies. It's your favorite bartender here. So, the two guys you wanted me to keep an eye out for tonight and give you status reports? Happily and sappily smooching like no one else in the room exists... and that's with a single cocktail in one and a still-full shot glass sitting next to the other. I'd say it's a success- Beth

She only had to wait a moment for a response.

Yes! My two favorite gays! Together at last! I'll be able to eat the Ben & Jerry's in peace tonight :)- Gina

I knew they'd make a great couple! I'm so happy!- Becky

Wait. How smoochy? Smoochy like they're having a nice chaste first date or smoochy like I'd better plan on opening the bakery by myself tomorrow?- Becky

The bar tender looked over at the two men locking lips and smirked.

Set your alarm, hun- Beth