Blaine got home that night and poked his head in the freezer to see what kind of dinner he could make for himself. It was painfully empty, just a few lean cuisine's that belonged to his roommate's girlfriend and a frozen pizza.

"Guess I have to go shopping soon." he mumbled to himself as he pulled the pizza out of the freezer and pre-heated the oven to cook it. It's a common stereotype that people who make food for a living are terrible at cooking for themselves. At least where Blaine was concerned, this was completely true. He usually came home from work exhausted and unwilling to even go near another kitchen implement, so he lived off of frozen dinners and take out.

"Another culinary masterpiece by New York's most promising up and coming pastry chef?" his roommate, Mike asked, walking into the kitchen from his bedroom and looking warily into the oven. Mike and Blaine had been roommates ever since their junior year of college, where they met at the school's jazz club. They were both going to see the same singer who was Blaine's close friend and now Mike's girlfriend. "I've told you a million times, Blaine. Tina and I cook dinner together almost every night. We'd be happy to make enough for three."

Blaine was sitting slumped on the couch with his eyes closed, clutching a tall glass of ice water as he waved his hand in a dismissive gesture. "And I've told you a million times, I'm not inserting myself into the life of a practically married couple. It's weird enough that you live with me instead of her." Blaine said in an unintentionally biting tone.

Mike and Tina had been together for ages, but their parents wouldn't let them live together until they were married, a step they weren't quite ready for. Blaine was generally sensitive to this, but hey, even the jolly baker got frustrated sometimes.

"What's eating you?" Mike asked, plopping down on the couch next to him. "You look like someone just ran over your dog."

"Nothing." Blaine said unconvincingly. "Just a long day and some more reminders of why I will be single forever."

"This wouldn't have anything to do with a certain blue eyed customer, would it?" Mike was no stranger to hearing about Kurt, Bee's mysterious daily visitor who Blaine had titled 'the most beautiful man in New York.' He had given up telling Blaine to simply ask for his number weeks ago. He was too self-conscious for that.

Blaine ignored Mike's comment and kept going on his mini rant. "I mean he comes in and has like real adult problems and I'm the schmuck that volunteers to make him feel better with biscotti. Who's problems did a cookie ever solve? It's like every time I try and get closer to him I just end up making a bigger idiot of myself."

"So...this is about Kurt...?"

But Blaine wasn't finished, "Oh and get this, he's about to walk out the door, probably to get away form the eccentric man in the bumblebee t-shirt and I just start shouting at him about having courage and taking charge of his own life." Blaine put his cup on the coffee table and buried his head in his hands. "I don't know how to talk to humans."

Mike waited a few seconds to ensure that Blaine was finished talking before responding. "Blaine, I know that you have a tendency to over think things, but if I'm understanding properly, I don't see the problem here. The guy was feeling down and you gave him a treat and tried to give him some advice. He was probably grateful to have someone show him some kindness if he was having a bad day."

Blaine sighed. "I know and you're probably right, but I just feel like I get these hopeless crushes on people and never do anything about it. Who am I kidding, he probably has a boyfriend already." After a jaunty exchange about the indisputable hotness of Jake Gyllenhaal, Blaine was ecstatic to have his suspicions confirmed that Kurt was in fact gay, but that didn't mean he was available. "I should just accept that I'm going to be alone forever."

"Aw, common man, you still have Ruby," Mike joked, gesturing to Blaine's oversized gold fish who was perched on the table in front of them. Blaine shot him a look that could cut glass. "Okay, okay, not the time for jokes. I understand, but seriously Blaine things will work out for you one of these days. I wish there was something I could do to help, but I think you just have to let things happen naturally."

Blaine hummed noncommittally. He knew Mike was right, but it didn't make it any easier to stomach. There was nothing anyone could do to help if he couldn't get the balls to ask Kurt, or anyone else for that matter, on an actual date. It wasn't like he could do something to magically make Kurt like him or..., "Hey, wait a minute Mike! Maybe there is something you can do." Blaine said, looking up at Mike with an almost manic glint in his eye. "Are you still choreographing the music video for that singer up in Brooklyn?"

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It took about three hours of begging and the promise of an unlimited supply of black and white cookies, but Blaine convinced Mike to get Santana Lopez, up and coming blues singer, to hire Kurt as the director for her new music video. Mike had been her choreographer for a few years now and was confident that he could sway her in the right direction. All Blaine had to do was get Kurt to say yes. Kurt didn't come in for more than a few minutes for the rest of the week. On Friday, however Blaine finally got his chance to talk to him.

"One red velvet cupcake, please and a small cappuccino," Blaine heard Kurt's distinctive voice talking to one of the girls who worked the front of the store. He quickly scurried out from the kitchen and took over the order. "I got it, Shelly. Why don't you refill the half and half." The girl gave him an odd look, but did as she was told anyway. Blaine often had to work the front, but almost never did so when there was someone else there to do it. "Hey, Kurt." Blaine said with a broad smile. "Why don't you go sit down and I'll bring your order right out. I've been meaning to take a break anyway and I have something I want to tell you."

Kurt raised his eyebrows and let out an indignant noise when Blaine pushed his money away. "Blaine, you can't keep giving me free sweets!"

"I own the place. I can do whatever I want." Blaine said moving to the glass case and ignoring Kurt's protests.

A few minutes later they were sitting across from each other sipping at coffee and Kurt was quietly enjoying his cupcake. He couldn't help but wonder about the fact that Blaine's breaks always seemed to coincide with his visits, but he was good company so he didn't question it. "You said you had something to tell me?" Kurt finally broke the silence.

"Yeah...um...I hope it's okay, but my roommate, he does the choreography for this pretty popular Brooklyn based singer. She's looking to make a music video and needs someone to direct it. I sort of mentioned that I knew someone who might be right for the job. I'm sorry if I'm overstepping, but you were saying how hard it is to get started and-" Blaine was cut off by Kurt flinging his arms around him and crushing the air straight out of his lungs.

"Oh my god Blaine, that's amazing! You're amazing!" Kurt squealed, finally letting go. "I can't believe you would do that for me! You barely know me and yet you're so kind. I can't believe it. Thank, so, so much."

Blaine felt a little dazed at the contact, but quickly tried to compose himself, "Um...it's no problem really. You just um...came to mind."

"This is one of the nicest things anyone's ever done for me, seriously. So how do I get in touch? Should I just give you my number and you can call me with the details?" Kurt asked, bouncing slightly in his seat. It would be his first real gig as a director.

"Yeah...sure, that would work." Blaine said, thankfully not stupid enough to tell him that he could just put him in touch with Santana directly. He had been trying to get his number for months after all.

The two exchanged contact information and after a few more minutes of excited chatter, Kurt had to go and Blaine's break had definitely run over time. He still had a few more hours of work to do, preparing for the crowd that was sure to come in after Friday night dinner's out, but Blaine couldn't find any problem with going back to work. He finally had Kurt's number and nothing could bring him down.