There he was.

Kurt couldn't believe it. Maybe this was a sign. He should just go up to him and at least ask him to lunch or something. After all they did see each other almost every day and, the man did know his coffee order by heart. As he entered the park, Kurt smiled softly and thought about the first time he'd seen Blaine.

Kurt had been in a rush that day. He had been pounding the pavement most of the morning and afternoon, running from audition to audition, hoping for a callback at the very least. The weather was just starting to change, losing the bitter cold of winter for the crisp, clean feeling of spring. Kurt loved New York City in the spring.

After a day of continuous rejections, now he was running late for his shift at La Grenouille, the small French restaurant he worked at while he wanted for the big break he knew had to be around the corner. No matter how late he was, he still needed to stop at the Coffee Bean for his daily espresso fix, otherwise he would not make it through the night without snapping at any of his customers.

Kurt would have loved to be able to spend more time in the little coffee shop that day. Ever since he and Rachel discovered it when they first moved to the city, he religiously got his coffee from the Coffee Bean. He loved the laid back atmosphere and always found it a great place to people watch.

As he approached the counter, Kurt couldn't help but notice the new and very attractive barista at the register. The man was a little shorter than Kurt with bright brown eyes and a head of dark curls that Kurt would love to run his hands through. He couldn't help but think that maybe his luck was turning around and his night might not be as terrible as his day had been.

The shop wasn't busy, so he quickly reached the handsome barista whose name tag informed Kurt that he was called Blaine.

Hmm I think I quite like that name, thought Kurt.

"I'll have a quad grande skinny, soy mocha, please." Kurt rattled off.

Blaine just blinked. After a second or so, he shook his head a little, as if to clear it.

"I'm sorry. I'm a little new at this. Could you repeat that?"

Kurt couldn't help but notice the slight blush that had started to color the tips of Blaine's ears.

"Of course. May I please have a grande," he smiled when Blaine picked out the correct sized cup, "quad, so four shots of espresso, skinny, I would like the sugar-free syrup and no whipped cream, mocha, with soy milk instead of regular milk?"

"Thanks" Blaine looked relieved with Kurt's patience and gladly accepted his extra instructions. "Not everyone has been as understanding as you. I am new to the city and- you know what, I bet you have better things to do than listen to me whine. Sorry."

Kurt couldn't stop himself from smiling at the endearing man making his coffee.

"No, it's okay. I don't mind. May I also have one of those delicious looking muffins? I don't remember your muffins being very good. Do you know if you are getting them from a different bakery?"

"Actually, I made them." Blaine replied as he slipped a muffin in a bag and handed it to Kurt.

Blaine finished ringing up Kurt’s order, sticking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth in concentration, looking for the right buttons.

"Well then, I guess we best be getting you on your way. That will be four dollars."

Kurt handed Blaine the cash, making sure to slip an extra dollar in the tip jar.

"Thanks. Here take one of these flyers. It is for a fundraiser by brother is having at his school to raise money for cancer research.

Kurt looked at the pink paper seeing the familiar breast cancer awareness logo. He didn't like to dwell on his mother's death, but he couldn't help the tightening in his chest. He slipped the paper in his pocket and fixed his face into a proper smile.

"Thank you for the coffee and the muffin. I'm here almost everyday so I am sure I will see you around. The name is Kurt by the way." Kurt offered a small smile that he hoped was getting the right idea across.

"Blaine"

"I know."

"Wha-?"

Kurt pointed to his name tag, earning him a bashful grin from Blaine.

"See you around."

"Yeah, see you."

Kurt left the Coffee Bean with a little extra sway in his hips. He glanced down at his watch, realizing that getting to work on time was not going to happen. It was a very good thing that his managers adored him. Although he was already dreading the flack he would be getting from his co-worker and best friend, Penny.

Kurt took a sip of his coffee, nearly spitting it right back out. It was awful. Wow, Blaine may be cute, but that boy did not know how to make a good latte.

That had been almost two months ago. Since then, Blaine's latte making skills had vastly improved. Unfortunately, up until two days ago, Kurt was no closer to figuring out the boy's sexual orientation.

They always made small talk whenever Kurt came in during Blaine's shifts. He learned that Blaine had just moved to the city and was living with his brother. He also learned that Blaine had an affinity for Katy Perry and karaoke, and also enjoyed watching the Buckeyes. Kurt may have also grown up in Ohio, but he could only listen to the boy talk about Ohio State athletics for so long.

Every time Kurt felt like he was starting to figure it out one way or the other, Blaine would zig when Kurt thought he would zag. Poor Penny had to put up with all of his whining and over-analyzing of every smile and free muffin. Kurt discovered that Blaine was a much better baker than barista. Blaine was always make sure that he set aside one of Kurt's favorites for when he came in around five. 

The day Kurt caught Blaine obviously checking him out, he knew it was safe to assume Blaine was on his team. Kurt had left his apartment early that day so that he wouldn't have to rush out of the Coffee Bean before going to work. He always spent time on his appearance, however this day he'd been even more thorough than usual.

As soon as Kurt walked in the door, he saw Blaine look up and smiled. He couldn't help but think that Blaine smiled a little wider at Kurt than any of the other customers. Blaine had just finished giving someone their change as Kurt was approaching.

Kurt didn't see it coming until it was too late. The man who had just received his coffee collided with Kurt, sending scalding hot coffee all over his white button-up shirt he wore for work. Before he could even process the sensation of the hot coffee on his sensitive skin, Kurt recognized the man who had spilled the coffee.

It was Simon Parr. Simon had been the bane of Kurt's existence ever since he had started auditioning in New York. They had similar ranges, features, and builds, meaning they were often after the same roles. In fact, he and Simon would both be auditioning for a small role in the Book of Mormon later in the month. Kurt did not miss the smirk on Simon's face when Kurt yelped from his shower of hot coffee.

"Oops. I am so sorry. I didn't even see you there." Simon said, sounding neither sincere nor apologetic. Under his breath, he added, "I bet that hurts. I always order my lattes extra hot."

Before Kurt could respond, Blaine came rushing towards Kurt.

"Oh my goodness! Come here. Let me help you."

The initial shock had now worn off and Kurt was definitely in pain from the hot coffee. Blaine started pulling him towards the bathroom, tugging at his shirt to get the offending material away from his skin.

"Take that off and I will go grab some clean, cool towels."

Blaine shut the door behind him, rushing off to gather the necessary supplies. 

Kurt made quick work of his shirt, unbuttoning and removing his work shirt and undershirt. He hissed as he pulled the soaked fabric off his burnt skin. He knew that Simon spilling the coffee on him was no accident. Simon liked to play dirty. Kurt had just started thinking of the different ways he could exact revenge on Simon with when he felt cool air on his skin. He turned to see Blaine standing with the door open, having returned with towels and burn ointment in hand.

Blaine seemed to be stuck at the door staring. He couldn't seem to take his eyes off Kurt's bare chest and stomach. His mouth hung open and the look in his eyes could only be interpreted one way, interested. Kurt cleared his throat, hoping to snap Blaine out of his trance.

Blaine blinked and shook his head.

"Oh, uh, sorry. Here, I brought you some towels and ointment. I don't know what we can do about your shirt though. Do you have enough time to run home before work?"

Kurt took a towel and ran it under cold water. He then cleaned off his skin that was still damp with coffee.

"I don't have enough time to go home. I think that I have an extra shirt at work that I can use. "

Kurt noticed that Blaine's eyes were having trouble staying on his face.

Well I might as well have a little fun with this thought Kurt as he began to apply the burn ointment to his chest.

Kurt was rubbing his fingers along his chest, circling his nipples, before trailing his hands down to his stomach. He was tempted to dip them lower, but didn't want to push Blaine too far. Kurt knew he didn't have a perfect body, but he was proud of the way he looked. Apparently Blaine felt the same way, as he couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of Kurt's toned abs and slim waist.

"Oh, okay, good." Blaine squeaked. Kurt spotted a blush forming at the tips of Blaine's ears and couldn't help but smile.

"Are you okay? You are looking a little warm."

"Yeah! No! Yes, I am fine. I'll go see if I can find a shirt for you to wear to work. Wouldn't want to you have to walk around shirtless."

Blaine backed out of the bathroom, running into the door before he could properly get a grip on the door handle to open it.

Kurt smirked as the flustered Blaine rushed from the room. His plan seemed to have worked.

That day had Kurt left the Coffee Bean, wearing an old OSU tee-shirt that Blaine had in his bag,  "I promise it is clean. It is just the shirt that I would have worn at the gym tonight." and a huge smile. Blaine has to be gay. The looks he had given Kurt, the blushing, he just had to be.

When Kurt arrived at La Grenouille, Penny was giving him the strangest look.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"Nice to see you too. Well if you must know, that bitch Simon spilled hot coffee on me, but it's okay because Blaine is gay!"

"What? Did he finally come out and say it?"

"Well no, but I am just positive he is." Kurt then told Penny about his eventful trip to the Coffee Bean.

Two days later, here he was.

In the park.

Kurt had never seen Blaine outside of the Coffee Bean. He looked even better now than he did at work. He was wearing a nicely fitted, gray striped polo that Kurt recognized as a Ben Sherman creation tucked into a dark wash, sinfully tight pair of jeans with a nice belt.  When he was not in his lose tee-shirt and slouchy khakis he wore to work, Kurt could tell Blaine had an even better body than he expected and great style. Kurt made up his mind.

"Finn, let's go over here. I see a friend over by the fountain."

"Kurt, why are you smiling like that? Friend? Who is this friend?"

"Shush Finn" Kurt led the way towards Blaine, and that was when Kurt saw him.

The little boy that could only be Blaine’s son.

Blaine had a son, and by the looks of him, he was about five years old. It was like looking at a miniature Blaine, they were even dressed similar. The young boy had an even messier mop of dark curls on top of his head and was running around in a navy polo and khaki pants with little whales on them. Kurt could not deny that the little boy was adorable.

Kurt was in shock. How could he have read that situation so wrong? And then as if it couldn't get any worse, Blaine noticed him. It all happened so fast. Blaine waving, Kurt panicking, and Finn, reading the cues surprisingly well, pulling his step-brother protectively under his arm and turning them quickly in the other direction.

Finn didn't know what was wrong, but knew Kurt was upset and it had something to do with the curly haired man by the fountain. He sent him one last final glare over his shoulder before leading Kurt home.