One of the benefits of owning your own shop was making your own hours. Most people thought that since Blaine's name also started with a 'B,' that he was the reason for the name, but he had actually inherited the shop from a man named Henry, whose wife was named Beatriz. Blaine was hired as a night and weekend baker a few months after he graduated from culinary school and when Henry decided to retire to Boca, Blaine bought the shop, and the rest was history. Blaine had added a bit of his own flare to the shop like roasting his own beans and his Grandmother's sticky bun recipe, but kept Henry's original menu much the same. Blaine even learned to make some of the traditionally Jewish items that Henry favored like Babka and Rugelach. Now that he was in charge he took over the day shifts and hired a night baker of his own.

Sunday mornings were always his favorite. He would wake up early out of habit and take the subway from his home in Chelsea to his favorite spot near central park. He would spend a few hours jogging through the park and enjoying the fresh air. It was always a disappointment when he woke up on these days to rain because it was his most coveted time of the week. On his way back he would stop at Murray's for what he thought were the best bagels in the city and he would have brunch with Mike and usually Tina. He would generally spend the rest of the day reading and day dreaming about new desserts he could experiment with. Yes, Sundays were a time for relaxing, little did Blaine know that this Sunday was about to get significantly more nerve racking.

Blaine was just pulling out the vegetable cream cheese when he felt his cell phone buzzing in his pocket. Assuming it was Mike saying he was on his way back with Tina he answered without looking at the caller ID.

"Get your butt over here Chang before I eat your everything bagel for you." Blaine said popping his own salt bagel into the bagel guillotine.

There was a brief silence on the other line before someone spoke up. It definitely was not Mike. "Um…it's Kurt. I can call back later if this is a bad time."

"Oh my god, Kurt, hi-I'm so sorry I thought you were my roommate," Blaine said, wondering to himself if it was possible for him to be a bigger idiot. "How are you? Are you having a nice weekend?" Nice save. Blaine inwardly congratulated himself.

"Yeah, it's been fine. Not too much going on. I was just calling to get the information about the directing gig you were talking about." Kurt said. "Is there a number I should call or…"

Blaine had a small tendency to speak without thinking. It didn't often cause much of a problem, but occasionally he would get himself into an irrevocable situation. "Well actually you'd mostly be working with my room mate, Mike. He's her choreographer. We'll probably be having a Sunday brunch in about twenty minutes. We live in Chelsea. If you're not too far off you're welcome to come and talk to him about it. We have plenty of bagels." Blaine snapped his mouth shut, cheeks burning hot from the way he had just run his mouth. He quickly tried to run damage control. "I mean…if you want to. I guess I could just give you a phone number. I was silly of me..."

"Sure, brunch sounds great." Kurt said calmly, effectively cutting off Blaine's rambling. "I live in Greenwich Village, so I should be able to be there soon."

"That's great. I'll…let me just get you the address."

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When Mike and Tina walked into the apartment a few minutes later, it was to a frantic Blaine, cleaning the apartment in a towel and muttering to himself about keeping his god damned mouth shut.

"Um…Blaine," Mike said, approaching his room mate as if he were a skittish deer. "I appreciate a neat apartment as much as the next guy, but I don't remember hiring a naked maid service." Tina attempted and failed to stifle a giggle at Mike's comment.

"Mike, this isn't the time. He's coming here in fifteen minutes. He is coming here to this apartment in fifteen minutes."

"Who's coming…?" Tina dared to interrupt.

"KURT! Kurt, most beautiful man in New York City, orders the same breakfast every freaking morning, owns more scarves than I own bowties, Kurt. Is now on his way to this very apartment to eat bagels." Blaine seemed to suddenly realize something while he was talking, "Oh my god—bowties, I have no clue what to wear." Tina and Mike didn't have to opportunity to enquire further as Blaine retreated quickly into the bedroom.

"Um…what do you think that was about?" Tina asked, making her way over to the kitchen to set the table.

"I guess we'll just have to ask Kurt." As if on cue the bell for their apartment buzzed. "I guess he's a little early." Mike buzzed Kurt up and about a minute later there was a knock on the door. "Show time." Mike said, grinning over his shoulder to Tina.

"Hi, you must be Mike." The man on the other side of the door said. He was tall and slender and had short chestnut hair swept up into a perfect coif. His face was obscured by a bundle of scarves and earmuffs, but even Mike could tell that he was really quite striking. "I'm Kurt. Blaine said I should come over?"

"Come on in, Blaine's just getting dressed. He should be out in a minute." Mike said, ushering Kurt in and taking his coat. "This is my girlfriend, Tina. Why don't you have a seat and we'll get your some breakfast? Do you have a bagel preference, coffee?"

"Anything is fine and yes please, coffee would be great."

Mike busied himself with Kurt's request and decided to enquire further about Kurt's visit, "So what brings you here this morning, Kurt?"

"Oh, um, Blaine said I could come over and talk to you about the music video you're choreographing. He mentioned you were looking for a director? I don't have too much professional experience yet, but I'd be glad to show you some samples of work that I did when I was in school."

"Oh, right, the music video. Yeah, Blaine told me about that and we'd be happy to use your expertise." Mike put a mug of coffee and a plain bagel in front of Kurt and then sat down himself with his own breakfast. "We've made a few in the past without a director, but we figure it's time to get serious. I'll tell you about our concept right now and then we can meet with Santana next weekend to go over everything more thoroughly before shooting."

Mike spent the next ten minutes explaining their ideas for the shoot and listening attentively when Kurt had an opinion to share. Finally, Blaine emerged from his bedroom, fully dress. It seemed that he used the extra time to calm down because he was strolling towards the table, cool and composed and dapper as ever.

"It's good to see you, Kurt. I see you and Mike got straight to business." he said grabbing his bagel and sitting down between Kurt and Tina. "I hope you found the place okay."

"Yeah, your directions were good. It's nice to see you, too. We were actually just finishing up, I think we have a good concept going."

"That's great. I can't wait to see the finished product then." They were both feeling a little stiff and weird. It was the first time neither one had seen each other outside of Bee's and Blaine's home was quite the place to start.

Kurt looked at Blaine's outfit appreciatively and attempted to break the ice. "I like your style." Blaine was wearing a pair or burgundy corduroys and a tight, black and white striped polo. "I've never seen you out of your uniform. I'm pretty into fashion myself." Kurt said looking down at the elaborate ensemble he was sporting.

"Blaine has a huge collection of Vogue in his room." Tina said, nudging Blaine with her elbow. "I think he has every issue they put out since he was fourteen."

"Really?" Kurt said, dropping his bagel back down on the plate. "That's amazing! My Dad made me leave my collection at home when I left for college. I'd love to see them some time." Kurt got shy suddenly, "I mean...if you don't mind showing me."

"Not at all!" Blaine exclaimed. "We can look after lunch."