Kurt sat at the café for a while, trying to calm his mind down. He honestly did not know how he was supposed to go through the rest of the day and carry on like normal when he had just met the kindest, most gorgeous, most adorable man on the face of the planet. He was supposed to go back to Finn and Rachel at the hotel and act civilized, how was that even possible when all he wanted to do was sit around and flail like a teenage girl? That's all he thought he was even capable of doing. Once he had finished his coffee, that Blaine had bought him, he got up, threw it out, and walked outside to begin his walk back to the hotel.

He was hit by the warm summer air as he opened the door. There was a light breeze that tickled across his skin and made it so that it wasn't all that hot outside. He got to the hotel and walked up to his room to find Finn and Rachel. She was knocking on his door vigorously and looked irritated.

"Kurt! If you don't come out of this room right now I swear to-"

"Rachel," he said calmly, walking towards them.

Her eyes went wide, "Wait, you've been out already?"

"Yeah," Kurt said, "I even knocked on your door to see if either one of you wanted to come with me, but you were both asleep," although, now, even though he might never say it out loud, he was extremely grateful that he had gone alone. Going alone meant meeting Blaine, and he wouldn't trade that up for anything."

"Oh," Rachel said, obviously not expecting him to have gone out already, "where did you go?"

He felt like his cheeks were heating up, he surely must have been blushing, "Uhm, I went to a café five minutes away," he said, a large smile creeping onto his lips as he started to get giddy again. Thinking about his trip to the coffee shop automatically brought his thoughts to Blaine. Well, everything was bringing his thoughts to Blaine. He passed a bakery on his way back and all he could see was how adorable Blaine was when he was eating the croissant. He passed a shop full of bright flowers and all he could imagine was Blaine's happy face. When he saw a man with curly hair in the street, his heart had sped up because he thought it was Blaine, but, much to his disappointment, it wasn't.

"Oh," Rachel cut into his thoughts, noticing the far-off look in his eyes and the shining smile attached to his lips, "and how was your little outing?" she wondered, hoping to get some information out of him, desperately wanting to know that reason behind the way he was acting.

"Wonderful," he said without hesitation, "absolutely wonderful," he said again, this time more to himself than anyone else, a fantastic feeling surging in his chest.

"You'll tell me all about it later, right?" she cut in once more, eyes looking at him in expectation.

"Of course Rachel, of course," he assured her, he was dying to gush about Blaine, truth be told.

"I'm holding you to that," she said seriously, pointer a finger at him, until they both broke out into laughter.

"Uhm, guys?" Finn said, standing awkwardly off to the side.

Once they calmed down, they looked at him, "Yes Finn?" Kurt answered back.

"Uh, what are we doing today?" he wondered.

"Oh!" Rachel exclaimed, humping up and down, clapping her hands, "First we're going to this fabulous restaurant that I found online! Then..."

At this point Kurt tuned her out. He really didn't care what they were doing now or what they were doing later or what they were doing later. The only thing he did care about, were his plans for 4 o'clock the next day, when he would see Blaine.

Blaine knew that he was going to have a good day. From the moment he woke up, he was just in an extremely happy mood, he just knew something good would come out of the day. Only, he was wrong, something good hadn't happened, something great did, something extraordinary, something amazing, something special, something like nothing else had ever happened before.

He had no idea why he had gone into the little café around the corner form his hotel. It wasn't the fact that he was craving coffee, it wasn't the fact that he was hungry, it was something more, like he was just drawn to go in. And he was so glad that he did. If he hadn't gone in, he wouldn't have met Kurt, and he would never give that up for anything.

Kurt with the blue eyes that he felt like he could swim in. Kurt with the chestnut colored hair that looked so soft that he just wanted to run his fingers through. Kurt with the flawless, Porcelain skin. Kurt with the angelic voice. Kurt with the amazing laugh. Kurt with the infectious happiness. Kurt with the adorable blush. Kurt with the wonderful personality. Kurt who was beautiful, inside and out. Kurt, who he was seeing tomorrow.

From the moment he stepped out of the shop, Blaine felt like he was walking on air, like absolutely nothing or no one could stop him. He felt awful for leaving Kurt. He was so easy to talk to, almost frighteningly so. They spoke with such a comfort and ease that anyone looking at them or eavesdropping probably would've thought that they had known each other for years. He wished he could have talked for longer, but the longer he prolonged leaving Kurt, the more annoying Wes and David would be that he was late. So he left, so reluctantly that it was almost insane, but the prospect of seeing him tomorrow made it a little better. That meant seeing him again, talking to him again, just being with him again.

His hotel was right around the corner from the café, now officially his favorite café in the entire universe, only about a minute long walk. He walked into the hotel, sporting a giant grin on the face, because how could he possibly stop smiling after what had just happened? He spotted Wes and David, Wes was pacing back and forth, looking somewhat annoyed.

"Hey fellas!" Blaine called as he made his way over to them.

"Blaine!" they yelled at the same time, looking at him.

"Where the hell were you?" Wes asked.

"I was at a café," Blaine said happily, almost bursting with joy, the smile on his lips so big that his face would explode if it was any bigger.

"And I'm guessing you had a good time?" David chimed in, noticing his friend's giddiness. He had always been more observant feeling-wise than Wes was.

"Good, great, amazing, wonderful, fantastic, all different adjectives you could use," Blaine said dreamily as he fell back into one of the armchairs.

The other two exchanged a knowing look before turning back to Blaine, "What's his name?" they asked at the same time.

Blaine's eyes widened, knowing he had been caught, "What do you mean? What's who's name?" he tried to play off.

"Blaine," Wes said knowingly.

"Wesley," Blaine countered, Wes shooting him a look in return.

"Seriously B, what's his name?" David pleaded.

Blaine sighed happily, "Kurt," he said, loving the way his name sounded falling from his lips.

"I KNEW IT!" Wes screamed, clapping his hands over his mouth, receiving some glares from annoyed people that were walking in and out of the lobby.

"What's he like?" David wondered a little more calmly, even though his excitement for Blaine was very much apparent.

"He's amazing," Blaine breathed, his smile shining so bright that it could possibly knock the sun out of business.

"And how did you two meet?" Wes asked eagerly, trying to actually get some information out of him.

Blaine laughed for a moment to himself, intriguing his friends further, " Well, he, um, he, uh, he ran into me with a cup of coffee," he said, both of their eyes widening considerably.

"I'msorrywhat?" Wes asked in confusion.

"Yeah," Blaine laughed again, "he turned around form getting his coffee off the counter and tried to walk through me," he explained.

"And...?"

He shrugged his shoulders, "And I offered to buy him another one."

"AW!" Wes squealed, he had always been a fifteen year old girl at heart.

"So I did and we just kind of hit it off," he said, trying not to portray his true, extreme excitement.

"And then there's more," David cut in.

Blaine wondered momentarily how scary well his friends knew him, "And I asked if I could see him again," his real happiness showing a little more.

"You did not?" David exclaimed, jumping in his chair.

"Oh, I did," Blaine said proudly.

"And he said yes?" Wes interjected.

"And he said yes," Blaine confirmed, his heart fluttering.

"Ah! I'm so happy for you B!" Wes flailed.

"Yeah! I'm so happy for you man!" David agreed.

"Thank guys," he said gratefully, thankful for having such genuine and accepting friends.

"Anytime," David answered first, "So, now that we've established that Blaine's already going to be taken tomorrow," he waggled his eyebrows, Blaine's cheeks turning red in response, "what's going on with us today?"

As Wes listed event after event after even on their agenda for their day, Blaine's turned back to those magical sapphire eyes. His short time with Kurt had been incredible, having even more time with him tomorrow...there wasn't even an adjective strong enough to convey how fantastic it was going to be. He looked down at his watch, only 30 more hours until he could see Kurt again.