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��������After a few seconds of telling myself who I was, where I am and that my mouth is wide open and staring at the beautiful angel in front of me, I simply close it tight and turned to look at the menu behind the counter.

�"holy fuck" I whispered as I shake my head.

My pulse is racing and my mind is clouded.

�This has never happened to me.

Is this what having a stroke feels like? Am I going to die?

"Blaine? Hey? Hello? Are you okay?" my friend Jessica asked me, tapping me on my shoulder.

�I turn around and bite my lip looking at her for a moment and trying to remeber things again. Thats Jessica Blaine! Get over yourself! "Yeah um y-yeah Im fine" I breathed as I coughed, grabbing my water mug from the bottom shelf and taking a drink.

"God" I breathed after regaining my voice.

Jessica simply looked at the door then back to me with a smile on her lips "you like what you see over there huh?"

�She asked me with her smile growing wider than the cheshire cats.

I sighed, shaking my head "no no I mean I just" he stuttered, my face growing as red as our scarlett name tags growing red.

�I really needed to get over myself. I simply coughed again, taking another sip of my water "Im fine Jess, please Im okay" I breathed with a small smile.

She then giggled "i know youre okay Blainers but its also okay to like certain things in the world...clothes...bowties..hunky guys with pink hair" she said with a wink.

My eyes grow wide again "Jess thats not my type at all" I breathed before she giggled "lhen look again at your dream man" she said cocking her head to the angel boy.

I forgot he was actually there for a moment.

Simply taking one big breath I turned �over to see him.

�If my eyes could pop out of my head, they would be rolling down Broadway avenue.

�Okay sorry lame joke but seriously this boy was something I have never seen before.

To go with the first features he was tall.

�I think taller then me but hell everyone is taller than me.

He had very pale skin but it was pastey or something that screams "hun get your ass outside and stop playing video games all day" it was like oh whats the word...Porcelain yeah thats it. Yet that shiny sweet skin wasnt just glowing.

�It was covered in a couple tattoos.

here was one on coming from his neck one on his arm and I wanted to know if he had anymore.

Wait why would I want to know that? Anyways there was more about him.

He had a piercing too one ear pierced but thats all I could see that the moment.

He had plump pink....beautiful....big...full...lips that I just wanted to...Okay wait no onto the rest. A beautiful jaw line and brown hair perfectly coiffed up on his head with one strand falling. Falling over those beautiful blue eyes. Where they blue? Or were they brown? No blue, but brown, and green, and gold, and grey.

Everything and anything.

�To get from his physical description there was also the very, very tight jeans that he was wearing.

Two compact boots, Well duh Blaine there had to be two, He was also wearing a dark grey and very tight v-neck with a jean jacket over his shoulders.. His broad beautiful shoulders.

Sorry that took about six minutes out of your life �to know what he looks like but I really cant help it.

This boy was actually beautiful to me.

I may have lied to Jessica about "my type" I have a lot of different types.

Even though I actually have never been in a relationship and the only kiss i have shared was with a girl in highschool when we all played a drunken game of truth or dare but thats it.

�Ive never done anything else. See Im more like a romantic type. Hopeless if you will.

Hand holding first dates first kisses, love making.

Yeah more reasons why Blaine Anderson is a nerd and a forever virgin.

Anyway back to my type. I may like guys like Kurt. And I may or may not have had a poster of Adam Levine in my old dorm room in high school.

Tattoos are hot okay? Dont judge me.

�As I am drooling at said hot guy he is staring at me.

His eyebrows are furrowed together and he is smirking a bit.

I had to smile back at him before the boy walks closer.

He is coming closer to me! What do I do? How do I look?

Of coarse i look like shit Im in a apron for crying out loud! Hes stepping closer, a couple more steps and he will be right in front of me.

�I have to hold my breath as he finally gets to the counter.

His eyes boring into mine.

�I want to pass out or cry or something because God damn he is sexy.

I �think he is going to say something, his mouth is opening his lips are moving.

I need to listen, and as I stare into those beautifuk orbs I hear the angels sweet voice breath out "so...are you going to stare at me all day sweetheart or are you going to help me out here?"

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