There was one more class with Blaine this week, which meant that Kurt had one more chance before the weekend to get Blaine's number. If they couldn't meet for coffee today then Kurt planned for it over the weekend, possibly one of the shops in town not on campus. Plans already swam in Kurt's head, he would just ask for the number if it didn't come up in conversation or if Blaine didn't offer it.

As usual Kurt sat patiently, well not so patiently, waiting for Blaine in bio. This time Blaine wasn't late and he moved across Kurt again into his seat. Kurt could have easily taken the second seat but he had his reasons for sitting on the end. Namely the close light physical contact.

"Punctual this time." Kurt muttered with a smirk.

"I didn't want you to miss a chance to get my eyes right."

And with that Kurt looked over and right into Blaine's eyes. They held each other's gaze for a moment. Those eyes were something that Kurt wasn't sure he could get used to. They were perfectly normal eyes but it was the way they looked when Blaine directed them at Kurt that made him a little weak in the knees. Kurt took a deep breath and looked back down to his notebook.

"You are so sure that the picture was supposed to be you." Kurt said with a sideways glance.

Blaine shrugged, "Should I be jealous that you are drawing mysterious men in your biology notes?"

"Hmm, I'm not so sure envy is a good color on you. What makes you think that I was drawing you? Like you said, the eyes were all wrong."

Blaine shifted in his seat and leaning closer to Kurt he grabbed the notebook ad flipped through it. The page was still there the picture intact. He examined it like an art critic would all creased brows and slight arrogance. Of course this arrogance on Blaine came off funny. It didn't suit him at all. After a few moments he set the notebook down.

"The only thing I can think of is that you never had the chance to look into my eyes directly." Blaine said. "Besides your reaction yesterday said a million different things."

Kurt kept a cool expression this time staring at Blaine. They both held the same look that challenged the other to try and lie or make up some excuse. "Did you ever think that I get embarrassed when people look at my art?"

"Kurt."

One word. His name. It broke Kurt down instantly.

"Fine. If I said it was supposed to be you, confirming it this time. You wouldn't go running for the hills thinking I'm crazy?"

Blaine scoffed, "Of course not. I stand by what I said the other day; I'm honored to have been your model. Think you could get my eyes right the next time though?"

Kurt rubbed his fingers together studying Blaine managing to not blush this time. "I suppose I could manage that." he cracked a smile at the end.

Out in the main lobby Kurt got the nerve to ask for Blaine's number after running the question over and over again in his head while Professor Hannigan discussed cells or atoms. Kurt honestly wasn't paying attention again. However, just as Kurt opened his mouth to ask Blaine talked over him.

"How about that coffee then?" Blaine stared at Kurt innocently.

Taken a back Kurt fumbled for words a few moments. "And the talking, don't forget the talking."

"Of course, the talking."

Casually they walked to the student union discussing exactly how to get Blaine's eyes drawn just the right way in Kurt's picture. Kurt claimed not to be an artist and left the "skill" up to extreme boredom in class. Blaine chided Kurt for being modest and told him to embrace the artistic side of himself.

"Honestly, if you told me to draw you a picture of a bunny right now it would probably turn out like a great big blob. Bunnies everywhere would weep. I would have shamed them." Kurt teased as they got in line.

Blaine shook his head staring at the menu, "You are adorable. And insane."

A whole lot of squealing and freaking out was going on inside of Kurt's head in that moment. Kurt's jaw tightened as he smiled.

"Is drawing amongst your skills?" he asked almost out of breath from the adorable compliment.

The question made Blaine let out a tiny ridiculous laugh. "I'm not sure I could draw stick figures right."

They stepped up to the counter. Blaine had his card out ready and without hesitation, "A medium drip, please. Oh and one of those pumpkin shaped cookies. Thanks."

Kurt ordered his usual grande latte mocha and once their drinks were ready they took a spot near the corner of the shop at a cozy two person café table.

"We have our coffee, I'd say that part of the checklist is done. Onto the talking." Kurt said taking a sip of his coffee.

Blaine smiled and held his coffee with two hands. "Alright then, but I thought that's what we were doing."

"Questions, inquires we have about each other. Or just throw a topic out there and we can respond to it." Kurt said eagerly.

Another laugh from Blaine, "You've thought this through haven't you?"

Kurt ignored the question. "What kind of cover songs do you sing?"

"I started with Disney, I know it's dumb but you start with the songs you know the most. What kid didn't grow up with Mulan on in the background while they played?" He paused. Took a sip. Swallowed and continued. "Now I just basically sing whatever I think needs to be sung. If that makes sense."

Kurt exhaled drinking in everything that made Blaine even more amazing. He tilted his head, "It makes perfect sense."

"Okay you had a question my turn. What brings you to a school in Ohio for musical theatre? You seem like you'd be perfectly capable of a school that isn't surrounded by cornfields."

Kurt tensed he hesitated, "I was born here, raised here. I'm from Lima actually."

Blaine nearly spit out his coffee. "No way! I'm from Westerville. That's like what two hours away? Small world. So, why did you stay in Ohio?"

Kurt's expression fell. He hardly spoke to anyone about the reason he didn't go out of state to college. Finn and Rachel were probably the only people he talked about it with but even then he hated the topic when it was brought up. Blaine obviously saw how upset Kurt looked after the question was asked. He frowned.

"I was actually accepted to NYADA." Kurt said staring down at the top of his coffee.

"NYADA? Kurt that's amazing."

"Yeah, it was." Kurt stopped. He looked up at Blaine and he felt like he could tell him anything, and wanted to tell him anything. "I was going to go and get out of Ohio, but my Dad got sick near the end of my senior year. And he was in really bad shape. He was in the hospital for a couple of weeks and I didn't t-think…" Kurt paused to collect himself. "I just didn't see the point of going out of state. If something else happens to him I don't want to be in New York, I want to be here close enough that I can drive back in a couples hours."

Blaine put his hand on Kurt's, "I'm sorry."

Kurt glanced down at Blaine's hand touching his. He was excited but more grateful that Blaine was so understanding. Self-consciously Kurt pulled back making it seem he just wanted another drink of his coffee.

"He's okay again now. He was in the hospital twice in two years, and I thought I was going to lose him each time. I'm not leaving him alone if it happens again. I can't."

Blaine, looking a little hurt or maybe embarrassed by taking Kurt's hand sat back and went silent. Kurt wondered if he was wrong in pulling back from the contact. He wanted it more than anything but for some reason it made him feel awkward. He cursed himself.

"What about you Blaine, why are you stuck in Ohio?" The tone came off a little more bitter than Kurt had intended.

Blaine gave a halfhearted shrug, "I don't know. I guess I was scared to leave and try something that was new. Maybe one day we'll leave." He forced a smile it didn't meet his eyes the way it normally did.

"Together." Kurt offered raising what was left of his grande latte mocha. "To leaving the heart of it all behind us."

Blaine scoffed and touched his coffee with Kurt's. "Never looking back."

Kurt would one day like to leave but he didn't want to risk not being able to get back to his dad should anything else happen. Blaine picked up the small brown sleeve with the nearly forgotten pumpkin shaped cookie inside. He took it out and broke it in half, offering one to Kurt. He looked from the cookie and back to up Blaine. He accepted it (as if he wouldn't).

"You know, to get into NYADA you'd have to be good. Beyond good, outstanding even. Am I going to get to hear you sing?"

Naturally Blaine had to ask the question when Kurt had a mouthful of sugar cookie, the orange frosting pressing between his gums and lips. If he answered right away Blaine would get a complimentary pre-chewed cookie shower. Not exactly the most attractive thing. He swallowed and ran his tongue around in his mouth to make sure he was clear of possible debris.

His brow arched upward, "Only if I can hear you sing."

Blaine chuckled. "You have a deal." he looked down at his watch. "Crud. I have go. This coffee and talking thing was nice. Here, let me give you my number so you don't have to wait till Biology to talk to me. We can schedule a time for you to fix that drawing of yours."

Kurt drew in a deep breath and grinned a Blaine jotted a number down on the back of Kurt's hand.

"How 1990's of you." Kurt said.

"Just don't wash your hands till you get it in your phone. See you around Kurt."

He looked at Blaine's handwriting memorizing the number as he took the last bite of his Blaine cookie.