Guess that means you're sorry

Kurt cringed and stepped back as the song started to blast in the shop.

A surprised yelp, something solid and suddenly he had to struggle to keep his balance, dropping the scarf he had been pining over for the last half an hour.

He cursed; dropping down to his knees to pick it up and as he raised his head, he was met with the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.

Right next to him on the floor was a man, a gorgeous man, with dark hair and amber-golden-hazel, he really couldn't place it, eyes.

They were practically at kissing distance, frozen in their kneeling position.

This must be the person you bumped into. His brain offered helpfully while Kurt was still busy gaping at the beautiful stranger, the stranger who was now chuckling lightly as he shook his head before getting to his feet in one swift movement, picking up a bowtie in his stride.

Kurt was about to get up himself, when the man offered his hand to him. The blue-eyed man felt a blush creeping up his cheeks but let himself be pulled up nonetheless.

The stranger was strong. Kurt could feel it in the way he nearly didn't need to use any energy himself and in the way the stranger held onto his hand, even as Kurt was back in a standing position.

"I am very sorry about that." The other man offered bashfully. "My body just has a very negative reaction to that song." He smiled sheepishly and Kurt felt his heart stutter.

"Oh don't worry. I'm the same." Was all Kurt got out before he had to bite his lip. He sounded so damn breathless! The dark haired stranger didn't seem to have noticed though, still smiling at Kurt.

"My name's Blaine." He introduced himself, looking expectantly at Kurt.

"Kurt." Blaine started to shake their still linked hands and Kurt had to giggle. This whole situation just felt surreal!

"So Kurt, not a Kelly Clarkson fan then?" Blaine raised his unbelievably triangular eyebrows before winking at him.

"Oh no. It's really just that song." Kurt hurried to say, eyes downcast at their intertwined hands There was just too much emotional baggage to still enjoy it. No Kurt, don't go there.

"I get that." Blaine said, voice a little hoarser than before. "What's your favorite then?"

Kurt looked up, Blaine's sparkling eyes meeting his and Kurt blurted out: "Behind these hazel eyes."

Fuck. Kurt closed his eyes and bit his lip. Way to go. Creep the gorgeous guy out.

But all Blaine did was squeezing his hand and chuckling.

"Good choice. As is the scarf, by the way. The color suits you."He paused. "What would you say if I suggested that..." Another pause and Kurt looked up again. Blaine looked unsure but hopeful and Kurt smiled at the sight. This seemed to be all the encouragement Blaine needed as he continued quickly.

"I could invite you for coffee once we paid?"

Kurt's smile turned into a grin as he dropped Blaine's hand just to take the other into his, as he lead Blaine towards the register.

The relieved and happy exhale behind him making him chuckle. Maybe the song wasn't too bad after all.