Roasters was a quaint little place in Kurt's opinion. The floor was wood panelled, there was a row of chairs in the window, and the walls were scattered with pictures, painted views of New York and certificates. He walked to the counter at the end of the room, ordered his non-fat mocha, and took a seat at one of the high chairs in the window. As people walked by, Kurt began to make up stories about their life. One woman -who looked surprisingly like Ramona from Real Housewives- was sleeping with he boss, and her husband was sleeping with his secretary. He knew it was slightly pathetic and weird, but it kept his mind off the fact he was meeting Blaine again, and gave him a laugh at what his brain thought up.

23, sort of screwed up, life stories later, it was 11:25 and Kurt's nervousness had returned. 'Get a grip Kurt!' he thought.

"Hey Kurt!" someone grabbed his shoulders from behind.

"Oh my god!" Kurt span round in his seat. "Blaine! Jesus! You scared the crap outta me!"

"Sorry Kurt." Blaine giggled "You were just off in your own world and I thought it would be funny! Do you want a drink?"

Kurt looked at the table in front of him, to see that, at some point in his daydream, a waitress had taken his cup away. "Oh, thanks Blaine. I'll have a -"

"Non-fat mocha. I know." Blaine grinned shyly.

"You know my coffee order?"

"Of course I do." Blaine turned to walk towards the counter.

"One sec Blaine!" Kurt said pulling out his wallet.

"Don't even bother dummy." Blaine said without turning round "It's on me."

Kurt was in shock. Blaine new his coffee order. Guaranteed, he'd committed Blaine's -a medium drip- to memory, but this was Blaine Anderson who knew his order.

"A voil�!" Blaine said, as he sat down, and pushed Kurt's coffee towards him. Kurt could properly look at Blaine now. His hair wasn't in its usual gelled-back style, so his curls were set free. He was wearing a plain t-shirt, jeans and a pair of slightly battered Converse, instead of his usual dapper style. Not much of a disguise, but if someone didn't look to closely, no-one would realise who it was.

"how are you, Kurt?" Blaine asked

"I'm good thanks, a little tired, but still. You?"

"I'm actually amazing! I got a call from my manager this morning about a new record deal, so I'm thrilled about that!"

"Oh my gosh Blaine, that's awesome! But... where would you find the time? You've already got your Broadway role, and that takes up most of your time, with rehearsals and all."

Blaine took a dip of his coffee before replying. "I'd, er, have to quit Broadway. Well, take a break from it all. Shit, I really shouldn't be telling you all this. But we're – friends right?" Blaine questioned, nervously.

"Yeah, we're friends." Kurt smiled "And as a friend, I think you should do what makes you happiest, whether that's making a new record, or staying on Broadway. Screw everyone who tries to force you to do anything else, your fans and real friends will be happy, as long as you are."

"Thanks Kurt. You're the guy who always says the right thing, aren't you. Anyway, how long are you in New York for?"

"Just today, actually, we're leaving tomorrow." Kurt sighed "but after high school I'm coming back for good, hopefully heading fr NYADA."

"Oh yeah, you said last night, didn't you. I'm sure you'll get in, if your speaking voice is anything to go by. You must be good to get an audition, some people don't even get that far." Blaine reassured.

"Thanks Blaine." Kurt grinned.

There was a comfortable silence between them. Although it was comfortable, both wanted to break it, but neither could find the words to.

"Favorite film?" Blaine said randomly, effectively breaking the quiet.

"Huh?" Kurt asked with a giggle.

"What's your favorite movie?"
"Oh, sorry. I'd have to go with Chicago. Or all the Harry Potters. Especially the last 2. Tom Felton, nom."

"Hey!" Blaine laughed, but he felt a strange sense of jealousy. "I love Harry Potter! But I'm more a Dan Radcliffe man myself."

Kurt laughed, shaking his head. "Okay, my turn. Favorite color?"

"That's such a lame question! Purple. You?"

"Gray." Kurt answered not missing a beat. "Anything goes with gray jeans."

"Of course, your favorite color depends on what goes with your outfit!" Blaine laughed. "Favorite designer?"

"McQueen." Kurt said immediately.

They both laughed, and continued their conversation, each learning more about the other, and, unknowingly to the other, committing it all to memory.

"Blaine?"

"Yeha?"

"Shouldn't you be at rehearsals today?" Kurt asked.

"Oh, no. I have today off. Tuesdays are sort of my day to relax, and give someone else the spotlight." Blaine grinned, then, after a beat, his face fell. "Is that you wanting me to leave?"

"Oh, no honey, no no no! I was just wondering. If anything I wish neither of us had to go, I love the time we've spent together!" Kurt blushed when he realised what he'd said.

"Oh, okay. Sorry." Blaine's slight frown was replaced by a fond look. "I love spending time with you too. I honestly don't think I've had a real friend, apart from my Dalton ones, since I got my first record deal. Everyone either just wants to be close to me 'cause I'm famous or wants something off me. You're not... right?" Blaine said uncertainly.

"No Blaine, I promise to you, no, more than that, I swear on my new McQueen scarf, that I'm not. You're a truly awesome guy. I know I've only know you for less than a day, but my point still stands. It sucks that you only have your Dalton friends -and me-, but, then again, it's another thing we have in common. I only really have the Glee club, 'cause no-one wants to go near the school's resident fag."

"Hey!" Blaine exclaimed, unintentionally drawing attention the the two. "Don't even think about calling yourself that. They're missing out , not you." Blaine said, whilst almost glaring at him.

'I could fall in love with this man' Kurt thought 'Woah, that was random. And untrue.'

"Thanks Blaine. Can I -er- hug you?" Kurt said, nervously.

"Erm, sure Kurt, come here." he grinned, holding his arms out.

The hug began to last a little too long to be friendly, and Kurt pulled away and coughed awkwardly.

The awkward moment passed, and there was another comfortable silence between the two, giving them time to sip their drinks luxuriously and share subtle glances over the top of their cups.

"Hey Kurt?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you know when your NYADA letter will get to you?" Blaine questioned.

"The early entry ones have been sent out already, but other than that, no, I don't. Nor does Rachel though."

"I thought you didn't like Rachel?"

"I don't, but she's talented, I'll give her that." Kurt glanced out the window. "Speak of the devil, Blaine, duck under the table, quick.
"What?!"

"Just do it! Rachel's heading inside here!"

"She'll still see me!"

"Just.. crap. Hi Rachel!" He said, plastering a fake smile on his face.

"Hi Kurt and, oh, who's this?" She replied, with a flirty smile directed at Blaine.

Blaine and Kurt both breathed a sigh of relief, as Rachel clearly didn't recognize him.

"This is erm.,," Kurt panicked, before Blaine interrupted.

"Devon Peterson. I met Kurt at a NYADA mixer back in Ohio, and I was here for Nationals."
"Kurt went to a NYADA mixer? I'm Rachel Berry, future Broadway star and almost definitely NYADA student in the fall." Rachel held her hand out to him.

"Oh, awesome." Blaine -Devon- smiled politely, taking her hand, and quickly shaking it.

"Anyway, Rach, what are you doing here?! Kurt said, trying to draw Rachel's attention from Blaine.

"Oh, I'm, er, meeting Jesse."

"Jesse St. James? As in the guy who made breakfast on your head? Rachel, you know I don't like you, but..."

"Yes, Kurt." Rachel said harshly. "He's changed. It's none of your business."

"He's changed? Really?" Kurt said, sceptically. "Anyway, Bl-Devon and I best be going, shopping to do and all." Kurt stood up, gesturing for Blaine to follow.

"Just one thing Kurt, don't tell Mr. Schue I was here?"

"Only if you don't tell him I was. Bye Rachel!"

"Bye Kurt, bye Devon! Good luck getting in NYADA!"

"Oh, thanks Rachel, you too!" Blaine said, following Kurt's actions.

"Don't worry about me, I'm guaranteed a place, I've got more singing talent than Mariah Carey, and more acting talent than Meryl Streep. It's Kurt you should be worrying about, his audition, while showing promise, had no emotion in it, it felt fake."

Blaine was seething. At first, he thought Kurt had been exaggerating about her, but no, Kurt had been too nice about her.

"Actually Rachel, I think – no, I KNOW that Kurt will have no trouble getting in whatsoever. He is easily the most talented person I've ever met, and I doubt that any school will want a stuck up, pretentious bitch like yourself gracing their halls. Come on Kurt." Blaine snapped, taking Kurt's hand and dragging him out the store.

Kurt was in shock. No-one had stood up for him like that before, and there was Blaine Anderson, calling Rachel out on being Rachel.

"Sorry for making a scene Kurt, you're right, she's insufferable. I couldn't not." Blaine turned to look at Kurt with a guilty look on his face once they'd turned the corner, and was surprised to almost be knocked over by the force of Kurt hugging him.

"No Blaine, thank you." Kurt said, into Blaine's neck, before pulling away slightly. "No one's stood up for me before, especially against Rachel."

Their lips were millimeters away, Kurt could just close the gap between them, but instead, he pulled back.

"Really? Well, of course I'd stand up for you, you're my best friend Kurt Hummel." He grinned at Kurt, before pulling him back into a hug.

"You're my best friend too Blaine Anderson."