Kurt sighed loudly at himself, a mix of his frustration and the cold causing his cheeks to turn pink. “I just don’t want to destroy it, that’s all… I have a habit of doing that,” the actor gave a slight shrug of his shoulders before holding up a finger to pause Blaine moving and pulled his wallet from his pocket - not without the difficulty of the bright red material attaching itself to the Vivienne Westwood encrusts on the casing. He pulled out two tickets and held them out with a gentle smile. “Wicked. Told you I’d get them for you.” He pushed them forwards forcing Blaine to take them before slipping the wallet back into his pocket and giving an uneasy nod. “Yeah… hopefully. I mean I’m working at the coffee shop now so I might see you there.” Kurt bit the inside corner of his mouth, trying to rid himself of the awkwardness he was feeling, giving a small nervous chuckle. “Hope you enjoy Rocky…” Kurt added quickly, awkwardly walking back a few paces, eyes fixed on Blaine firmly before he turned on his heel and slowly walked off towards the bar mentally preparing himself to have to make up lost time by working extra time into the early hours of tomorrow for his unannounced departure and extended break. If they wanted to fire him, they so be it. He was sick of the job already, constantly being jibbed at by drunken students and business men wishing they were students again, witnessing the constant predation of said men with the young barmaids, sexual harassment and the lot. He could easily find a less humiliating job, one that he may semi enjoy such as working in a book shop or tutoring French to some high school kids or just something else. But if he didn’t get fired he couldn’t quit. That was the deal he’d made to himself and he was sticking with it. Although after that terrible dealing with Blaine, he wasn’t quite in the mood to be the jolly only male employee there trying to be friendly. His acting wasn’t that good.

Blaine watched Kurt, or maybe he was staring, he wasn’t really paying all that much attention. “No I understand, trust me…of all people I understand, I have a habit myself of doing the same,” he smiled lightly, but let it fade away as the actor motioned for him to wait. He raised an eyebrow the slightest bit at the sight of him pulling out what looked like a wallet. At the sight of the two tickets Blaine automatically smiled the slightest bit, muttering an appreciative “Thank you” as they were forced into his hands, both of them. He looked at the two slim pieces of paper in his hands, not really hearing the last thing Kurt said as he backed away and turned to head to the bar. Blaine stood there a moment longer, his eyes still fixed on the Wicked tickets as he subconsciously forced himself to lean forward on his toes, taking a step towards the actor as he continued to walk away. He lifted his head, Kurt still wasn’t that far away…”Hey Kurt!” he called, briskly making his way over to him, “Hold up one second,” he added as he approached him. Blaine glanced at him for a moment before handing one of the tickets to him, “I want you to come with me, because honestly there isn’t anyone I’d rather go see a Broadway musical with. So…” that natural smile coming back to his lips, “Will you accompany me to go see Wicked?”