For the next two weeks, Kurt constantly regretted not getting Blaine's phone number. He hadn't wanted to call the school where Blaine worked because he didn't think it would be appropriate. He hadn't seen him since their evening at the coffee house and he desperately wanted to see him again. If only to give his scarf (his soft, amazing smelling and so warm scarf) back.

He had been extremely busy at work and had barely had the time to have lunch every day let, alone try to hunt Blaine down to give the scarf back. He had worn it a few times since that night as well. He washed it every time he wore it, in case he saw Blaine to give it back to him, and it was steadily losing the smell of Blaine. He felt a little guilty wearing it but it just made him feel connected to Blaine somehow. He knew it was silly, a piece of material couldn't really connect him to Blaine but he felt like it did. It felt like a hug from Blaine – one that he was sure would feel warm and amazing, if he ever was the recipient of one.

Kurt was almost ready to go to Blaine's workplace and take the scarf back and maybe get his phone number as well.

He had replayed their evening together over and over in his mind and even though he wasn't sure if Blaine was even the slightest bit interested in him, he was completely interested in getting to know Blaine better. He just needed to make contact with him. Somehow.

"Kurt, are you coming?"

Kurt glanced up as Rachel poked her head around his door, smiling widely at him.

"It's time for us to get some booty!" she said excitedly, stepping into his room.

Kurt laughed and wound Blaine's scarf around his neck without even thinking. He had only agreed to go out with her because Rachel had been complaining of a dry spell and she wanted to see if she could meet someone at a bar. Kurt knew it was a bad idea; Rachel was like him in that respect. He wanted someone to share himself with over a long period of time, he didn't want hook ups.

Though, Santana had been talking to Rachel a lot more lately and Kurt was positive that she'd somehow got her evil clutches into Rachel's moral sense as well and had convinced her that a one night stand was the best thing for her.

Kurt knew there was nothing he could do but be there for his friend, but he couldn't help but feel like Rachel was going to get hurt if she just had sex with some random guy. Knowing Rachel, though, it wouldn't just be a one night stand. She'd probably find the only guy in the place that would want a long term relationship as well.

With that in mind, Kurt slipped his wallet into his pocket and followed Rachel from his room.

A wolf whistle suddenly filled Kurt's ears and Rachel laughed happily, twirling on the spot.

"Damn, Berry," Santana drawled, smirking. "Devil in a red dress indeed."

"Santana picked out my outfit, don't I look gorgeous?" Rachel turned to Kurt and he nodded.

"You look amazing," he said.

He was surprised that Santana had given up wearing her signature colour for the evening but Santana had been surprisingly... charitable (for her at least) lately. She was wearing an emerald green dress herself and Kurt had to admit, it looked amazing on her. Santana was the kind of girl that could pull of any colour though.

"Alright, divas, let's go get our drink on!" Santana said, snapping her designer purse shut.

Rachel squealed happily and took Santana's hand and headed out of the apartment together.

"C'mon, boo," Mercedes said from behind Kurt. "We'd better get there before those two drink everything in the bar."

Kurt held out his arm for Mercedes to take and she did once she locked their apartment door securely behind them. They followed Santana and Rachel down the street and to the short distance to their favourite karaoke bar.

Mercedes was talking animatedly about something and Kurt was actively listening, nodding and commenting in all of the right places. Sam had to work that night, he was a bartender at their karaoke bar. They'd see him but he wouldn't be able to join them singing like he usually did.

Once they were inside the bar, they found their usual table and each took a seat. Rachel insisted on singing immediately and dragged Santana along with her, while Mercedes ordered all of their drinks so she could go say hi to Sam.

Kurt leaned on the table and watched Santana and Rachel sing their duet, smiling flirtatiously at each other while they did. He frowned a little but was distracted as Mercedes put the tray with their drinks on it on the table.

"What's with the face, boo?" she asked.

Kurt shook his head and took a sip of his cranberry flavoured drink through the straw. Mercedes disappeared for a moment to return the tray and then seated herself next to him.

"Spill."

Kurt glanced at her and quickly glanced to the stage before turning to face Mercedes properly. "I think Santana and Rachel might be having a thing."

Mercedes laughed out loud and had to cover her mouth quickly when she realised how loud it was. Kurt caught Rachel glaring in their direction from the stage and he shot her an apologetic look, even though he was sure that she couldn't see him properly because of the stage lights.

"Oh, honey," Mercedes said, fanning herself with her hand. "Even if they were, and I sincerely doubt they are, it's none of our business."

Kurt made a face and tilted his head. "I'm just concerned that it'll make things awkward between them. We're room-mates, Mercedes, it'll be awkward if they start having sex. I mean, I've had the unfortunate pleasure of hearing Rachel in bed before and she's loud – imagine if it's the two of them!"

"Kurt, I think you need to spend less time imagining if your friends are having hot lesbian sex and spend more time thinking about other things," Mercedes said. "Like that cute guy at the bar who's been staring at you for the past ten minutes."

Kurt glanced over at the bar and saw some blond guy staring at him. He shot the guy a weak smile before turning back to Mercedes. "Not interested," he said.

A part of him had hoped that it was Blaine who had been sitting at the bar, staring at him, but his luck didn't work that way. He picked up his drink and took another sip from it, focusing his attention on yet another duet by Rachel and Santana.

It wasn't long before he and Mercedes were up on stage, singing together. He couldn't help but smile as Mercedes belted out note after note and by the end of the song he was breathless with happy laughter, his arm around her waist as they bowed together for the crowd that was applauding them.

As Kurt got down off the stage, he caught a glimpse of something familiar out of the corner of his eye. Kurt let his gaze roam across the room until he spotted a head of curly dark hair towards the back of the bar. He couldn't help but smile as he realised that it was Blaine. He made his way across the room and stopped half way. He had no idea how on Earth he was going to just start talking to the other man. Would it be strange if he just approached him and started talking? He wasn't exactly sure if Blaine would like that. He was an older man, he was surely set in his ways of manners and what was considered proper conversation etiquette.

Kurt sucked his bottom lip into his mouth and made a sharp turn to the bar instead, thankful that Blaine hadn't seen him yet. He leant against the bar and Sam approached him a moment later.

"You alright, Kurt?" he asked.

Kurt nodded. "Just making a fool of myself in front of guys again. Nothing new."

Sam wordlessly put a drink down in front of him and Kurt gratefully accepted it, taking a long sip. "If it helps, he was looking at you too."

Kurt's gaze snapped up to meet Sam's own. "What?"

"The curly haired guy? He was watching you and Mercedes sing. I'm pretty sure he wasn't watching Mercedes because a guy came up to him before and hit on him but he didn't let them join him."

Kurt tried to subtly glance over his shoulder at Blaine and smiled to himself as he took another sip of his drink. "Thanks, Sam."

Sam nodded at him and made his way down to the other end of the counter to serve a girl who was leaning heavily on the bar top to place her order.

Kurt took a breath and tried to muster up the courage to go and talk to Blaine. He could do this; he could talk to the guy who he had spent hours talking with one night a few weeks ago.

Before Kurt could even turn on his bar stool, someone was sitting down next to him.

"Nice scarf."

Kurt's mouth dropped open a little and he turned to face Blaine who was shuffling on the stool he had just sat down on. "I... Crap, I wasn't meant to wear this tonight. I have been meaning to give it back to you but then I realised I don't have your number, so I couldn't."

Blaine chuckled. "It looks good on you."

Kurt flushed at the compliment. "Thank you," he said.

"Let me buy you a drink?"

Kurt smiled and nodded. "Okay."

Blaine flagged Sam down and asked Kurt what he wanted first before ordering himself a drink. Kurt watched Sam make his usual drink and took a long sip before turning to face Blaine a little more bodily.

"How are you?" he asked.

"I'm good," Blaine replied. "A little ticked off at my brother, he was supposed to meet me here tonight, but that's Cooper."

"Older or younger?" Kurt asked.

"Older," Blaine replied. "By ten years. He's still a flake, even at fifty three years old."

Kurt nodded, filing away Blaine's age. "I have a brother too. Well, step-brother. I'm pretty sure he'd forget to put his underwear on most mornings if it wasn't for his wife reminding him."

Blaine laughed. It sounded rich and it made Kurt's toes tingle. "Brothers, huh? We'd be lost without them though."

Kurt smiled. "I guess I could keep mine. He's useful for reaching things on high shelves." He took another sip of his drink, taking in the way Blaine's eyes crinkled when he smiled. God, he was so attractive.

"I heard you singing earlier," Blaine said. "You're pretty amazing."

"Thank you," Kurt replied, feeling somewhat self-conscious. He wasn't normally worried what people thought of him when he sang – he knew he had a high voice and he used it to the best of his ability. Having Blaine there, complimenting him meant a lot more than he ever thought it would.

"Maybe we could sing together, once that group of girls up there have finished?" Blaine suggested.

Kurt automatically glanced towards the stage where a group of about five or six girls were drunkenly singing I Will Survive, quite off-key and badly. "I'd love to," he replied breathily.

Blaine grinned and slipped off his stool. "I'll go claim the next spot." He disappeared and Kurt smiled to himself, setting his now empty cocktail glass on the bar top. Sam shot him a grin and a thumbs-up before turning back to his next customer.

"C'mon, we're up, they're almost finished," Blaine said as he reappeared.

Kurt slid off his own stool and followed Blaine to the stage, trying to see which song that he had picked. He glanced down at the screen and gave Blaine an approving nod. Blaine smiled at him and they stepped onto the stage once the girls stumbled off it, giggling their heads off.

The first notes of the Etta James song At Last came on and Blaine took the first verse. Kurt stared. He couldn't help it. He had seen Blaine sing only once before, a few months ago with some woman he had thought was his wife at first before he realised she was married to the other guy that had been with them. He knew Blaine's voice was amazing but being next to him, hearing it right in front of him was something else.

Kurt picked up the next verse, singing without having to look at the lyrics on the screen. He knew this song all too well and it was almost perfect for how everything was going so far.

Blaine glanced at him as he sang and Kurt felt his stomach flutter instantly. He was so far gone that it wasn't even funny.

The song came to a regretful end and the crowded bar applauded them. Kurt gave a little bow and headed off the stage, Blaine following right behind him.

"That was brilliant," Kurt said a little breathlessly.

"You have the most amazing voice, Kurt," Blaine replied, stepping a little closer to him.

Kurt beamed at him and was about to respond when a tinny sound of a custom ringtone filled the space between them. Blaine muttered something under his breath and shot Kurt an apologetic look as he pulled his phone from his pocket to answer it. Kurt tried not to look too disappointed as Blaine stepped away from him to hear better.

Kurt glanced around the room, trying to locate his friends. He spotted Mercedes at the bar, talking to Sam with a massive grin on her face but he couldn't see Rachel or Santana anywhere. He sighed, a little disappointed that they had missed his and Blaine's song.

Blaine returned a moment later, a look of regret on his face. "I'm sorry," he said. "I have to go. That was Cooper... Something's come up."

"Oh," Kurt said with a nod. "That's fine, go."

Blaine gave him a grateful smile and reached over to squeeze his hand.

It wasn't until Blaine had been gone for more than ten minutes that Kurt realised he hadn't asked for Blaine's number again.

~*~

Blaine's Tai Chi class mostly consisted of people older than him. It wasn't specifically a class for those over sixty but it was a rarity that there was anyone younger than him in the class.

A few years ago he had been asked to teach the class and it was only once a week, so Blaine had readily agreed. He had been taking Tai Chi for a long time previously, as he found it soothing and relaxing over the other sports that he did. There was something grounding and beautiful to him about Tai Chi.

Blaine was just setting up the music for that day's lesson, while his students all settled themselves around the room in a space big enough for them to move freely.

Blaine straightened himself and went to stand in front of the small class of ten students he normally had when someone else came through the door. Blaine's mouth immediately went dry as he took in the slightly flustered expression on Kurt's face.

"Sorry I'm late," he said in a rush.

Blaine nodded. "Uh," he uttered. "T-that's okay."

Kurt flashed him a smile and took a spot closest to Blaine at the front of the group of people.

He looked... stunning. Kurt was wearing grey yoga pants and it took Blaine a few moments of staring to register that Kurt had probably come straight from his yoga class the floor below in the same building. Kurt was wearing a sweater that stopped mid-thigh but opened at the shoulders via zippers. Blaine had to force himself to look away from Kurt lest he cancel the class to ravish Kurt right there and then.

Blaine cleared his throat and swallowed thickly before starting the class. He went through the moves with everyone so they could follow his lead and Blaine couldn't help but pay extra attention to Kurt. He wasn't sure if Kurt had ever taken a Tai Chi class before but he moved pretty fluidly for someone taking Blaine's class for the first time.

He focused his attention on the music and the movements, casting his watchful gaze out over the rest of his students. He lifted his leg straight and upright for the next movement, knowing that only a few of his students could manage it, but of course Kurt could.

The sweater dipped down his thigh, revealing Kurt's pert, round ass and Blaine faltered in his movements for a split second. He quickly regained his position, moving into the next one, trying his hardest not to let his gaze wander back to Kurt's side of the room.

Somehow he made it through the class with no more mishaps. He thanked his students and they all waved to him as they left. Blaine crossed the room to the CD player and squatted down next to it while he disconnected it. He removed the CD and put it back in its case and stood up again, coming face to face with Kurt. He jumped a little, startled.

"Sorry," Kurt said, amused.

"It's fine," Blaine replied. "Can I help you with something?" He mentally winced at the formality but he didn't want to risk doing something wildly inappropriate.

"What do I owe you?"

Blaine blinked at Kurt. "I'm sorry?"

Kurt smiled. "For the lesson – what do I owe you?"

"Oh!" Blaine flushed a little. "Uh, don't worry about it, today's lesson was free. If you liked it and want to keep coming back, it's fifty dollars a term."

"Okay," Kurt replied. "So... Are you free? Would you like to get coffee?"

Blaine sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, wondering if it would be wise to go out with Kurt while he was dressed like that. Blaine knew that he was completely objectifying Kurt, and he completely blamed his hormones and the fact that Kurt in yoga pants, even though the sweater went to mid-thigh. It was still the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

"Uhh," Blaine mumbled, trying to snap his brain back to attention.

"Oh," Kurt started. "You don't have to – you're probably busy. I'm sorry, I'll just... go."

Kurt had just reached the exit when Blaine called out. He stopped and turned a little, looking at Blaine over his shoulder.

"I don't have your number." Smooth, Blaine, his mind chided. "So we can reschedule that coffee."

Something flitted across Kurt's face before he smiled and nodded at Blaine. "That'd be nice," he said. He handed over his phone to Blaine and Blaine quickly added himself as a contact before handing it back.

Kurt tapped at his phone and then Blaine heard his own going off a few feet away where his belongings were. "And now you have mine," he said. "Have a good night, Mr Anderson."

Blaine felt his mouth go dry at that and he couldn't help but let his gaze fall to Kurt's ass as he walked away. He scrunched his eyes closed and took three deep breaths before moving across the room to collect his things and head for home.

Once he got there, Blaine hastily climbed into the shower, his mind immediately filling with images of Kurt. Of Kurt's lips, his smile, his hands and most of all Kurt in those grey yoga pants.

Blaine wrapped his fingers around his hard cock and braced an arm against the wall of the shower stall. He buried his face in his arm and stroked himself hard and as fast.

He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have Kurt on his knees in front of him, sucking him off. Or having his cock buried inside of Kurt, making him writhe with pleasure. His mind flitted from image to image and he eventually settled on one of Kurt's lips parting to say his name.

Blaine bit back a groan as he came hard, his face still pressed into the crook of his elbow. He panted heavily for a few long moments before coming back to his senses and shutting off the water. He stepped out of the stall and dried off a little before wrapping the towel around his waist.

He stopped and glanced at his reflection in the slightly foggy mirror, taking in his greying hair and worn skin, a loud part of his mind telling him there was no way that Kurt would ever be interested in someone who was as old as he was.

Sometimes, fantasy was better than reality.