Blaine unconsciously tilts his head to the side and watches as Kurt stares out the window of the small caf�. It had just begun to rain; the droplets were pattering softly against the pane.

Kurt sighs.

"What's wrong?" Blaine asks, curious.

Kurt moves his eyes away from the window and down to the coffee, which is clutched in between his two hands.

"It's raining," he says, a dull undertone of frustration in his voice.

"Why does it matter?" Blaine replies. He is confused, because he's always loved rain.

"I didn't bring an umbrella. My shoes?" he says, looking up and raising his eyebrows at Blaine.

"Ah," Blaine says, and smiles. He lifts his coffee to his lips and drains down the last droplets. He sets it down and stands up. The metal legs of the chair squeak against the tile floor as he pushes it in.

Blaine extends his hand to Kurt. "Come on," he says.

Kurt looks up at him. A mask of skepticism covers his face. Blaine moves his head and gestures towards his outstretched hand. After a second, Kurt gets in and takes it gingerly.

Blaine pulls Kurt towards the door. He walks energetically, whereas Kurt moves more unwillingly. Blaine pushes the door open. A small bell tinkles and the rain can be heard, pouring on the top of the little plastic green and white striped cover of the entrance.

Blaine pulls Kurt into the pouring rain. He won't let Kurt move. Kurt struggles for a moment in Blaine's grasp, looking for shelter. But slowly, as Blaine watches, he stops fighting and a smile grows on his face.

The passersby must think that the two are crazy; standing in the rain, no umbrellas or rainboots, not even moving or looking for shelter.

Kurt starts to like it. He tilts his head upwards and watches as the clear droplets pelt down from the gray sky.

"Don't worry," Blaine grins, "this is just the beginning."