Blaine wished so bad that he could see Kurt again. He wished that Kurt had wanted to go out of his way on the weekend to stop by the coffee shop.

He couldn't blame him for not doing so, though. Kurt just needed a place to sit when he had break from his rehearsals.

So, Saturday passed slowly. Blaine couldn't stop looking toward the door, out the window, scanning the sidewalk, hoping to see the tuft of chestnut hair heading toward the cafe.

No such luck, though. Kurt had stayed away, much to Blaine's chagrin.

But a new day brought new hope.

Blaine woke up on Sunday snuggled close to his St. Bernard, Nana.

"Okay, Nana, we're going to take a quick walk and then I have to open up shop! Ready?" Blaine asked her. She wagged her tail in response, licking his cheek and leaving it wet.

"Go get your leash!" he commanded as he got up and put on a pair of sweats and an old hoodie.

Walks with Nana usually cleared his head, but today was an exception.

Blaine was anxious, a feeling that he hadn't experienced in a long time. Maybe Kurt would only come for the few hours he had off during the week, and when the show was over, so would be their friendship. But if he could just get Kurt to start showing up on the weekends-

"Blaine?" Blaine's thoughts were interrupted by a voice behind him.

Of course it was Kurt. When Blaine hadn't showered or done his hair. Perfect.

"Hey Kurt! How are you?"

He was slightly out of breath, "Good, thanks. Just getting in my morning run. Who's this?" Kurt nodded down toward the dog.

"Kurt, Nana. Nana, Kurt," Blaine pointed in the proper direction with each name.

Kurt's face broke into a wide, toothy smile, "Nana, like...from Peter Pan?"

"You know, you're the first person to put that together," Blaine's words made Kurt giggle a sweet, sing-song laugh.

"That's so cute! Can I pet her?" Kurt looked expectantly at Blaine.

Blaine loosened his grip on Nana's leash,  "Of course! She wouldn't hurt a fly."

Kurt walked forward and extended his arm to scratch behind the dog's ear.

"I hope you aren't letting me down today. I've baked some awesome cupcakes especially for you," Blaine said, looking up from beneath his eyelashes.

"How dare you accuse me of forgetting! What type of friend would I be if I told you I was coming and didn't?" Kurt's eyebrows were raised, but Blaine didn't answer, so he continued, "Not a good one. So, of course I won't let you down. I'm going to finish my work out, I'll see you tonight," he looked down at the dog, "Nice to meet you Nana!"

Blaine watched while he jogged away, "Bye, Kurt."

An hour and a half later, Blaine was ready for a full day of work. He had on his favorite, red and blue striped bowtie, his hair was slicked back and his skin was freshly shaved.

"You're awesome, Blaine. You look good. He's totally in to you. Don't worry about it," Blaine was reassuring himself in the mirror, Nana sitting near his legs, looking up at him with her head tilted to the side.

"I know, Nana. I'm not usually this nervous. But Kurt is nice, don't you think? He knew exactly where you wanted to be pet! And he's very pretty," Blaine plopped to the floor, burying his face in Nana's fur, "I've known him for a week. I should just ask him out. If I don't soon, I'm sure some great guy will come along and he won't even bother to come to the cafe anymore," he said, his voice muffled.

Blaine took a deep breath and stood back up, patting Nana on the head and leaving the apartment, walking two blocks and unlocking the store.

Anderson's never received much business on Sundays, but it was always the day that Blaine made a fresh batch of cupcakes for his most reliable customers.

The day was slow. Only a handful of people had come in to get their coffee and cupcake, and it was getting darker and darker outside, signaling the nearness of closing time.

Blaine was sitting on a stool behind the counter, swaying back and forth to the music, when the door opened and let in a cool burst of air.

"Hi, Kurt. Welcome to Anderson's coffee! The usual?"

Kurt smiled and took a seat on the couch, "Yes, please."

Blaine brought out the mug in one hand, and a plate with a chocolate cupcake in the other, and set them both down next to Kurt.

"You were serious about the cupcakes?" Kurt was looking back and forth between the pastry and Blaine.

"Of course! My cupcakes are delicious. You really shouldn't complain," Blaine smirked as he went behind the counter to make his own drink.

"Oh, this is good," Kurt said loud enough for Blaine to hear on the other side of the room.

Blaine emerged with his drink and took a seat next to Kurt, "You doubted me?" he pouted his lower lip.

Kurt's gaze wavered from Blaine's eyes for a split second, as they dropped lower on his face, and snapped back up quickly, "Only a little," he said with a playful grin.

Was this flirting? Because if it was, Blaine wasn't sure how to respond. What he really wanted to do was kiss Kurt, but he thought that might take it a step too far. And now there had been a long silence. Blaine, you are so slick.

"How was your weekend?" it was the best question Blaine could come up with.

"It was okay. I stayed home yesterday. I needed the extra sleep, but it was pretty boring. How was yours?"

Blaine was alternating between not saying enough and saying too much, neither a good option, but he didn't really have control over it.

"You should have stopped by. It's pretty busy on Saturdays, but I would have loved to see you."

Kurt bit his lower lip, and looked at Blaine from the corner of his eye, "Oh?"

Blaine cleared his throat, "I mean, the more customers the better, right?"

"Oh," Kurt's shoulders sank a little bit with an exhale.

"Hey, but, that doesn't mean I didn't mean you, specifically. I did. I, yeah. I really would have liked to see you."

Kurt turned his head toward Blaine and gave him a small smile.

"You know what? It's closing time. Sorry Kurt," Blaine got up and flipped the sign on the door to say 'closed'.

"I'll be out of your way then! I'll see you tomorrow, Blaine." Kurt stood from his seat.

"I didn't mean you had to go. If, if you didn't want. You can stay for a while."

Kurt finished the last of his drink, and made his way around the counter, "I'll help you clean up, then."

"Thanks."

They tidied up the shop, wiping down the tables, organizing the back counter, covering the left overs, and washing the dishes.

With four hands instead of two, the clean up only lasted 15 minutes.

"Wanna sit?" Blaine pointed to the sofa, "I can put on some music."

Kurt sat down and crossed his legs pretzel style. Blaine turned on the radio, not bothering to change it from the jazz station, so he could hurry over to Kurt's side.

Blaine sat down next to Kurt, who inhaled sharply as he did so.

"Are you okay?" Blaine's brows were furrowed, his worry evident.

Kurt let out a nervous giggle, "Yeah, you just-you smell like coffee beans."

"Do I?" Blaine sniffed the crook of his elbow, "I can't smell it."

"It's because you always smell like that," Kurt smiled and dropped his gaze to his lap.

Blaine didn't let his eyes wander, focusing on Kurt's reddening face while he continued to speak, "It's a nice smell, though."

"Yeah?"

Kurt turned his head to face Blaine, a small smile on his mouth, "Mhm."

It would be so easy to just lean in and kiss him.

"It's getting pretty late; don't you have rehearsal in the morning?" Blaine asked, standing quickly.

Kurt got up and walked toward the door, "You're right, I should head out."

"Will I see you tomorrow?" Blaine took a few steps closer to Kurt, and rubbed his hands together.

Kurt smiled and placed his hand on Blaine's arm, "Of course."