He didn’t know how long he had been stood there, all he knew was that he had gotten lost in those pools of hazel.
“Hello?” Kurt snapped out of his daydream.
“Hi, sorry.” Kurt smiled “I’m Kurt.”
“I’m Blaine. I’m glad you enjoyed it, Jeremiah didn’t though; I got him fired.” Blaine answered looking down at his feet again.
“Ouch. I’m sure he’ll forgive you soon enough, Valentine’s is tomorrow, and I’m sure he has more of a heart than to break up with you the day before.”
“Break up with me? We aren’t even dating.”
“Oh, sorry. I thought someone like you would have a boyfriend, with your gorgeous eyes and curls which really should have less gel on them. You aren’t exactly hard on the eye at all.” Kurt froze. “Did I just say that out loud?”
Blaine nodded, in shock of what this beautiful boy had just said to him. Kurt turned a deep shade of red.
“I’m s… I should think before I say things… I’m just going to walk away now, save both of our embarrassment.” Kurt turned to walk away
“Wait!” Blaine called. “Usually people are the most honest when they’re not thinking about what they’re going to say. Thank you Kurt, that’s made me feel so much better.”
Kurt smiled.
“My pleasure Blaine. I better go; my friend’s been waiting for me all this time. Bye” Kurt walked down the street, towards his car.
“Kurt!” Blaine yelled. Kurt span round on mention of his name. “I wanted to ask you if you wanted to have coffee sometime. You don’t have to, you don’t know a lot about me, and I might me a creepy murderer or someone, but…”
Kurt was elated. The most gorgeous boy he had ever seen was asking him, Kurt Elizabeth Hummel for coffee.
“Blaine. You’re rambling.” Kurt laughed. “Of course I’ll have coffee with you. Here, pass me your cell.”
“Why?”
“To put my number in your phone obviously! Or don’t you want my number?”
“Of course I do!” Blaine quickly corrected himself. “I mean, yes thank you.”
Kurt laughed again. Blaine loved Kurt laugh, even if they’d only met 20 minutes ago.
“I’ll text you later Blaine, Mercedes is waiting for me.” He smiled, jogging off.

“Who was that boo?” Mercedes asked when they had both clambered into Kurt’s navigator.
“The lead singer of the Warblers, Blaine. He asked me out for coffee.” Kurt smiled.
Mercedes squealed. Then came the flow of questions.
“’Cedes!” Kurt interrupted. “I don’t know. That is why I’m going for coffee. All I know is that he’s called Blaine, has a dreamy voice, is absolutely gorgeous, and, apparently, likes me.”

When they got home, Kurt text Blaine.
- U busy tomorrow afternoon @ 4? Coffee in the Lima Bean? – K x
- It’s a date – B x