Coop was standing in the kitchen doorway, waiting, when Blaine got home.

"What's wrong?" Blaine said once he saw his brother’s expression.

"You got a phone call," Coop said simply.

Blaine's heart sunk. He hadn't done anything wrong today. He'd been on time to every class, he'd gone to detention. It couldn't have been anything from school. His mind sorted through other worries. "Coop...is Dad okay?"

"Dad's fine, B, don't worry."

He tried to think. "What is it?"

Coop paused, staring at him."Why didn't you tell me that you found a guy?" Coop said, smiling slyly.

"What?"

"Kurt called," Coop explained further, standing straight. He crossed the room, throwing his arms around a very confused Blaine, and it took him a moment for the panic to sink away and the words to sink in. Blaine raised his arms awkwardly, blushing even though Coop couldn't see him.

"I haven't found a guy," he said.

Coop pulled him back, his hands on Blaine's shoulders, grinning. "Oh really? Then your new friend sure sounds pretty flustered over you."

"He does not get flustered...over...me-wait what did he say?" Blaine looked at his brother, chewing his lip. 'Kurt and coffee. Coffee and Kurt,' his mind kept thinking. He needed to call Kurt, he needed to go over what he would say, he needed-

"He wanted you to call him back to meet up for your coffee date," Coop smirked.

Coffee date with Kurt Hummel. "Did he seriously say that?"

"Okay maybe he said to know when to meet him but you both think it's a date," Coop said, waving it off. He looked Blaine over with a clumsy grin, his eyes dancing. "Blainey's got a date!" He turned and wandered back into the kitchen, Blaine trailing behind quickly. "Blainey's got himself a date!" He grabbed something off of the table and tossed Blaine his phone, still singing happily. Blaine, surprised, jumped up and caught it, and for a second he just stared at it. "Call him, B!" Coop said.

Feeling clumsy himself, Blaine nodded and found Kurt's number. Pressing the phone to his ear, he listened to it ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me," Blaine said and Coop gave him a thumbs up from the island. Blaine rolled his eyes and went back into the living room, Cooper trailing behind. "My brother said you called earlier?"

"Yeah," Kurt said. His laugh sounded just as musical through the phone and the corner of Blaine's mouth turned up. "You're free of your delinquent duties then, I'm guessing? Or is this your one free phone call?"

Blaine laughed, leaning against the couch. "No, I'm free for the day."

"Tell him you're free everyday-you want to be on his agenda not on yours!" Coop whispered loudly. Blaine picked up a pillow and threw it at him.

"Great, do you want to head over now then?" Kurt asked.

His finger traced a pattern in the couch, smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. "Yeah, sure, I can meet you over there?"

"Sounds great," Kurt said. Blaine could hear the smile in his voice.

"Alright, see you then," he said.

"On his agenda!" Coop hissed. Blaine ignored him.

"See you, Blaine."

Blaine hung up the phone. The grin was back on his face and he clutched at the couch, his heart racing. Coffee with Kurt Hummel. Even as he thought that though he could still feel the slight sting in his wrist and shoulder. He pulled his sleeve down farther and glanced over at Coop who was tossing the pillow back onto the couch where Blaine had grabbed it from. He headed for the stairs, and he could hear Coop singing below, "Blainey's got a date!"

He slid the door closed to his room and pulled over his chair. There was no lock on the door, so he shoved it just below, just in case Coop tried to get in. He pulled the shirt over his head-even the pull of the fabric was enough to make him bite down on his tongue. 

In the mirror it all seemed to look ten times worse. His wrist was swollen and scarring. He'd managed to wipe all the blood off on the way home but it still looked pretty gruesome. He willed the suit to cover his arm and he felt the cold metal against his wrist, trying desperately to patch him together.

His shoulder looked even worse than his hands. It wasn't the swelling as much as the crusted blood and the bright red fingerprints indented into his skin where Acid had grabbed him. He rolled his shoulder back and felt it burn again. The suit slipped over that as well, sticking to his skin and mending him as well as it could. The pain felt worse this way, but he needed to look somewhat normal if he was going out with Kurt. He couldn't have his sleeve fall away and him wondering how in the few hours they'd been apart he'd managed to make his wrist swell three sizes.

Blaine sat down on his bed, his head in his hands. His mind felt tired even if the rest of him didn't. He needed the coffee to wake him up.

He pulled the shirt on over the suit and washed up a little, he at least looked normal this way. He ran a hand through his hair, messing up the curls a little so that they weren't as stiff and gave himself a weak smile. 'Kurt Hummel,' he reminded himself and brightened up.

He wrapped the end fabric of the shirt around his fingers, holding it tightly. He'd have to let the armor fall away before he got there. He couldn't exactly hold his shirt the entire time, and he would rather Kurt found his puffy, scarred wrist than the identity he'd so long hidden from everyone. 

"Have fun on your date," Coop said as Blaine snuck out the door. "On his agenda!"

Blaine threw on his coat, making his actions slow and careful so as not to hurt his shoulder. He could feel the suit sticking to him, trying to treat his wounds, mending them and stitching him back together. It didn't help to be moving around, but he wasn't going to blow off Kurt. He shoved his hands in his jacket's pockets, trying to stay as still as possible. The wind was picking up today, and Blaine did his coat up tighter, every moment stinging.

The walk to the coffee shop felt longer than usual. Maybe it was the nervous rush going through him, or maybe it was the pain that would occasionally shoot through his shoulder, but either way, his heart sounded like a drum beating in his head.

Kurt was already there, of course, having drove himself there. Blaine could see him through the glass window, playing with his phone at a table. 

Blaine made his way inside and ordered them drinks. Kurt didn't notice him until he sat down across from him, holding a cup of coffee in either hand. He smiled, taking the coffee that Blaine handed him. "Hey you," he said. He looked down at the cup and then took a sip, his smile widening. "Grande non-fat mocha," he observed, looking almost amused. "You have a good memory."

"It's a gift," Blaine laughed.

"And for yourself?" Kurt asked, nodding to Blaine's drink.

"Medium drip," Blaine replied.

Kurt nodded. "Blaine Anderson, medium drip coffee drinker. I can see it."

He just looked so perfect. Kurt's eyes lit up when he smiled and it just made them look even more wonderful than they already were. His gorgeous, bright blue-green eyes were just so...captivating.

With Kurt it was just so easy to fall into a conversation. The world seemed to melt away around them as they talked, Blaine asking Kurt as many questions as he could just so that he could listen to him speak. Kurt was also just so interesting of a person that he wanted to know more about him. He was one of those people that you felt like you could just talk forever with, and with every word he spoke he felt like he knew Kurt better.

"So you sing?" Blaine laughed lightly.

Kurt laughed along with him. "I was something of a Glee star when I started high school."

"I bet," Blaine grinned. "Were you guys big shots in the competitions?"

"Yeah...no we weren't top level," Kurt said. "Not like Dalton."

Blaine shrugged, "The Warblers are like an army. They train day and night and you have to go through intensive manoeuvres that exhaust you. On competition days all you can eat are protein shakes and raw eggs," Blaine said seriously. "And if you mess up they will hang you by your thumbs."

Kurt laughed, watching Blaine with interest. "You were a Warbler, weren't you?"

"What? Of course not."

"Oh really?" Kurt leaned back in his seat, folding his arms. 

"Alright, so maybe I was," Blaine sighed. "I give. I was a song-singing Warbler and yes-they did have to hang me by my thumbs once."

"I believe it," Kurt joked. "What happened?"

'Silver happened,' Blaine thought sadly. He missed the performances and practices and the a cappella covers, but he'd given that all up. Things were hard enough balancing school and still being Silver, he didn't have time to go in for practices that he would probably just end up being late to anyways. "Things got busy," Blaine said, picking at the lid of his cup. "I guess it just got to be too much."

"What did?" 

Kurt was looking at him with concern again. It wasn't the first time he wished he could explain. "I'll go get us some more coffee," Blaine smiled, standing.

"I can pay-"

"No, it's alright," Blaine insisted. "Be right back."

Blaine got in line, his hands in his pockets. He gave his shoulder an experimental roll. There was a small burst of pain, but it wasn't too bad. The suit was still able to heal that wound. His wrist, on the other hand, stung every time that he moved it. He kept making sure that the sleeve was pulled down, afraid that Kurt would catch site of the cut and ask questions. 

He paid for the drinks and sat back down, sliding Kurt's across the table with his good hand.

"Thanks," Kurt mumbled. He still looked worried, but Blaine started talking again, dragging them away from the subject, and he dropped the look.

It was a few hours later that Kurt offered to drive Blaine home. When Kurt pulled into the driveway Blaine looked over awkwardly, wanting so badly to kiss him goodnight. Kurt smiled at him, "Thanks, Blaine, that was really nice."

"Yeah, maybe we could go out again sometime," Blaine said. He bit down on his lip. 

For a moment the two just looked at each other, staring into the other's eyes. Blaine was close enough to see the flecks of green mixing perfectly with the soft blue of his eyes. Something about them reminded him of a nebula, the way the colours swirled, and they were just as breathtaking if not more. 

Blaine was the one to close the space between them, but Kurt didn't move. His eyes fluttered shut and his lips parted. Blaine could taste coffee and warmth. His mouth felt soft against his, felt right against his, and he could feel Kurt smiling against his lips. The kiss only lasted a second but it was enough to make his brain fuzzy in a whole new way and his heart jump excitedly in his chest. Kurt fell back into his seat, nodding.

"Night, Blaine," he said a little breathlessly.

"Goodnight, Kurt."

Blaine stumbled out of the car and hurried towards the house. He couldn't contain the clumsy grin that spread over his lips.

Kurt pulled into his driveway, replaying the kiss over in his head. Blaine Anderson was a very, very good kisser. He wouldn't mind tasting those lips again.

He let himself into the house, turning on the lights, and startled. Sebastian was sitting on his couch, observing a book on the coffee table with mild distaste, his legs crossed and his coat still on.

"What're you doing here?" Kurt asked angrily.

Sebastian looked up lazily and smiled. "We have work to do."

"Which couldn't wait until tomorrow?" Kurt asked hotly. He hung up his jacket, glaring at Sebastian. "We don't exactly have anything on him right now."

"You don't seem too dedicated to this Silver case," Sebastian said, raising a brow. He may have looked simply curious on the outside but Kurt knew him. He was the kind of person to twist your words.

Kurt faked a yawn, rubbing at his eyes. "Maybe," he said, stretching out his arms, "I'm just tired and thought that I could come home to my empty house and get some sleep. I didn't expect to have unwanted visitors at such a late hour," he sneered.

Sebastian stood and wandered behind the couch, picking up picture frames and rolling his eyes at each one. Kurt watched with growing anger boiling beneath his skin. Sebastian was trying to bother him, and Kurt knew that with one wrong word he'd be running to the boss and Kurt would be out of a job. He curled his hands into fists. "Why're you here? Do you have something new?"

Sebastian glanced up. "No, but that's what we're going to look for."

"In what?" Kurt snapped.

"Past evidence," Sebastian said. He nodded to a file folder on the table next to a stack of CD's. "We're going to look through the surveillance footage from outside of the R.I.B building again and then we can look over the one from the bank."

Kurt folded his arms. "We've found nothing."

Sebastian shot him a cocky smile, "That's why we try again."

He flipped open the file folder and pictures fanned out across the table. They weren't the best, but they showed him well enough. About a dozen photos were spread out on the coffee table, each one showing the masked hero dressed from head to toe in silver armor. Sebastian looked at the pictures with distaste, just like their boss had. They both wanted Silver out of the picture, but what was wrong with a guy trying to do a little good?