"Are you sure you weren't imagining things Kurt?" Rachel asked for about the third time since the conversation began. I had been telling her about Blaine and exactly how I remembered him. Of course she was all ears and by the time the story was finished, she had a lot to say and even more questions to ask.

"Positive. I don't just imagine people stumbling out of alleyways," I responded. I was sitting in the local Starbucks working on a few sketches for Isabelle. I loved her to death but she could get scary as hell when it came to getting her sketches on time.
"Are you sure? You had been working pretty hard," She replied. I rolled my eyes before shading in a bit of the drawing.
"Rachel Barbra Berry, I swear I actually saw..." I trailed off as my eyes lifted from the sketch. I could feel my mouth hang open at the sight in front of me. "I-I'll call you back Rach." I muttered nearly inaudible into the phone. Rachel's voice was shooting off at the other end.
"Kurt? What's happening? What's wrong? Is he there?" I ignored her and ended the call before placing the phone silently on the table in front of me. My gaze had refused the leave the figure standing right before my eyes. He was so familiar yet strangely different. A mop of curly black hair rested on the other's head. He was wearing a thin dark grey tshirt with a dark pair of skinny jeans. The corner of the man's lips were pulled into a smile. I closed my mouth as quickly as I could then realizing how idiotic I must have looked.
"Blaine?" I finally questioned. His smile widened and he nodded.
"Hi Kurt," he replied. This was Blaine. It was actually Blaine. He had looked so different. He had...color! He was polite and God was he handsome. "Can I sit down?" Blaine asked. I nodded and took the seat across from me.
"You look. . . better," I complimented. Blaine nodded modestly.
"So do you. I mean not that you didn't look nice the first time I saw you. It's just that- I'm sorry, " Blaine rambled. I chuckled softly and looked at with a little smile.
"It's fine. I have tons of friends that are blurters so I'm pretty used to it," I responded as Blaine shook his head.
"No, not that. I hissed at you the other night," he reminded looking down and playing with his fingers slightly.
"Oh. That..." I cleared my throat and shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I'd be lying if I said that the whole situation meant nothing to me. Blaine looked right at me, hissed, and then fled the scene. Needless to say I've never actually heard someone hiss. It was the strangest sound imaginable to me. It would be strange to anyone in their right minds.
"I was just having a really bad night," Blaine further explained. I nodded.
"So what, did you decide to drink it off at the bar?" I inquired merely out of curiosity. Blaine lifted his head a bit wider as if he had seen something. He nodded.
"Yeah, that's what happened. The guy who I had come with, had actually gotten into a fight. He left without me and because I loathe cabs, I decided on trying to walk home. I guess that was a bad idea huh?" Blaine elaborated. As he spoke a bizarre tingling sensation rippled through me. Blaine's words making more sense by the second.
"The worst idea actually. You could have at least had a few glasses of water to get that alcohol out of your system." I answered.
"I know. Well now I know. I better get going though," Blaine stood up to leave and my hand flew to his arm almost instantly. My eyes were wide and I attempted to say something anything. I didn't want to Blaine to go. I liked...his presence. It took a minute to realize that my hand was still holding tightly to his arm.
"Sorry," I apologized and released my grip on him. Blaine chuckled at me and even flashed a brilliant smile in my direction. He was awfully polite.
"I guess that I could stay for a little while longer. I mean, what's the harm?" Baine questioned rhetorically. I nodded at the seat across from me and he took the seat not a second later. I buried my face into my hands muttering mostly to myself but I'm sure that Blaine heard some part of it though.
"Do you want some...coffee or anything? I mean, it's pretty good here, not the best but... still good," I insisted. Blaine gave a shrug of his shoulders.
"I believe you but I'm fine."
"Okay."
I had sat in an awkward silence with people before but with Blaine, it was different. I had time to sit and simply watch him and to be honest with myself, he was the single most beautiful creature I had ever laid eyes on. The liquid honey concoction that I had come to know as Blaine's eyes color were beyond enchanting. Captivating actually sounds like the perfect world. The otherworldly curls that graced his head seemed sculpted by smooth, knowing hands, for they were the very definition of flawless. From the way that the other sat down to the style of his breathing was mesmerizing.
"So Kurt, what brings you here," Blaine asked coolly. Why had I come here? I thought it would be awfully embarrassing to have to pause for a moment just to figure it out, but the pencil nestled between my fingertips had a rung a bell.
"Nothing much, just sketching and grabbing a coffee. Coming to this place helps me think better at times."
"Really? Same here. Only, it's not really coffee shops that help me think better, it's music," he commented.
"Music? That's pretty cool. Wait, why music?"
"I don't know...There's just a song or everything and every song makes you feel a different way. I mean, you can find a song for any and every situation. It's almost like...life has its own soundtrack and its just our job to pull it together," Blaine had responded with more passion than I had expected to ever see from a single person. I could feel the corners of my mouth curl into a smile.
"I see." Blaine gave a soft chuckle, his head falling to look down at the table. He lifted his head and allowed the mesmerizing eyes to meet my one.
"I'm sorry," he muttered with the shake of his head, "I just...I don't know...I think I'm just talking at this point. Please say something," Blaine begged of me.
"I would but I like the sound of your voice too much,." The second I noticed that words had escaped me my hand flew to cover my mouth. I looked over at Blaine with wide eyes. I had no problem with speaking my mind, but I never wanted to say that out loud.
The look on Blaine's face didn't help to make me feel any better. If anything the rosy blush that formed on my cheeks was only getting darker and more obvious with every nerve wracking moment that passed.
"Know what Kurt, I'll just uh...be going..." Blaine stood to leave but I reached out for his arm just as I had the first time.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that-I was just-Blaine please just don't go," I begged me. It was strange begging for someone not to leave me. The only other time that happened is when my mother first died and I would beg my father or my friends not to leave me like she had.
"I just have to go. Blaine, with the assistance of his free arm, wrenched himself from my grip before hurrying away from the place.