Blaine wasn't really happy about moving from California to Ohio. The weather in California was perfect. Where Blaine lived, it was sunny almost every single day. When Blaine first arrived in Ohio? It was pouring with rain, and today, while rain hadn't fallen yet, Blaine felt like it was only going to be so long. Hopefully, it was just a rainy season, or something. Blaine didn't think that he could deal with so much rain everyday.

Although, while the weather was nothing that Blaine had wanted, the family he had here was miles better than back in California. His father had never really paid much attention to him after their parents divorced, and when Blaine came out? Well, his father practically ignored his existence apart from the times he needed to speak to Blaine, or it was some snide remark about his sexuality. But last week was when Blaine's father announced that he got a promotion that would require him to move around a lot for meetings, or whatever. Blaine wasn't too bothered by this, but it was when he realized that he wasn't going with his father whenever he was travelling, that he arranged to live with his mother until he graduated high school.

His mother had moved from their old home in Westerville to Lima. After she divorced, she simply didn't have the money to keep the large house that they lived in, and had to give it to Blaine's uncle, who never let them near the house, and as a result, Blaine was stuck in an admittedly fairly large bungalow considering that his mother was struggling to pay for their old home. It wasn't a bad place to live, but it just.. It wasn't like a home. His mother, thankfully, however wasn't too bothered about his sexuality. So, that let his mind rest a little bit. She wasn't exactly happy about it, but Blaine's mother never treated him any different when he did come out. Besides, even if she did start treating him differently, his brother, Cooper, made up for it. Cooper was just... He was everything that Blaine wanted his parents could be. The first thing Cooper did when Blaine told him he was gay was grin and pull him into a tight hug, and whenever Blaine came to visit, Cooper was pretty much always telling him that if he ever needed anyone to talk to, all he had to do was go to Cooper. Which, was actually very helpful when Cooper moved to California with him a few years ago.

But despite Cooper's support, Blaine wasn't at all looking forward to a new school. He was the new kid. People were undoubtedly going to come at him at all angles, pretending to be his best friend trying to figure out everything about him, and if he wasn't an outcast enough, be completely shunned as soon as they found out that Blaine played for the other team. He wasn't being judgemental – he heard Cooper talking in hushed whispers about how concerned he was about the homophobia at McKinley. There weren't many, but from how Cooper was talking, one had to transfer it was that bad, and one other ended up committing suicide. That terrified Blaine, and the only thing that was stopping Blaine from refusing to go to school in the next day was his mother re-assuring Cooper that the school was much more accepting than it was in previous years.

Blaine certainly hoped so, and hoping the voice in the back of his mind telling him that he wasn't going to be that lucky was wrong.

Blaine woke up to a blaring alarm clock from his mother's room, and groaned when he saw the weather outside. The sky was covered with black clouds, and if it wasn't for the fact that Blaine woke up to an alarm clock, he would've been positive that he slept in all day, and had in fact, woken up at 8pm. He doubted that he was ever going to get used to this weather.. Already, he was missing California's weather desperately.

After realizing that moping about in bed wasn't going to change his situation at all, Blaine finally managed to pull himself out of his bed. Once he'd finished showering, brushing his teeth, gelling his hair down, and getting dressed, Blaine put on the mask of his positive self. The one that never seemed to get angry, upset, and was just always in a good mood. It was easier that way then people wouldn't have to see his flaws, how defensive he was whenever provoked, or anything negative in him. After wearing the most bright smile he could manage this early in the morning, he went downstairs for breakfast, smiling at the cheerful greeting that she gave him. This was definitely something that Blaine liked about being here. It was so much more relieving to actually feel like he was wanted somewhere. And it was at that moment that Blaine noticed just how much love, support, and adoration that he never received from his father.

God... was it really that bad in California?

When Blaine had finished his breakfast, he decided to walk to school considering that he couldn't drive yet, and it wasn't even that far from his house. It was about a fifteen minute walk at the most. The weather still didn't look to promising and that it was about to rain soon, so Blaine decided to stuff an umbrella in his bag. It was pretty easier to spot the school, considering that it was brighter and larger than most of the other buildings around. Taking a deep breath, Blaine walked through the gates and walked into the school.

It took him about five minutes to find the principle's office, and was about to leave after receiving his timetable and map of the school, but Principle Figgins had kept Blaine in his office to speak. He was.. certainly an interesting man. After just under half an hour later, Blaine was finally free to go and actually attend his class during first period.

Walking through the corridors? Went exactly how Blaine thought. Everyone was staring at him, and even when he was looking away, Blaine felt their gazes burning the back of his head. It was to be expected though. He was the new kid, practically an exhibit to them, or even a pet in a zoo. None of them wanted to talk to him though. Apart from one person, that Blaine was actually ecstatic to see.

He didn't recognize her straight away, but when the short brunette started talking at a million miles per hour without taking a breath about how much she missed him and how glad she was that he was here, Blaine knew that it was his childhood best friend, Rachel Berry. Rachel hadn't changed at all, apart from her height, and obviously had matured a lot in appearance. Blaine was so glad to see her. Rachel having two gay dad's made him know that if things did go to shit if his sexuality was exposed, that she'd be there for him through it all. Even if she didn't, and lived with her mother, Blaine knew that she would. Rachel was just that kind of person, and like Blaine she didn't have a lot of friends, so she cared deeply about the few that he had.

After his run in with Rachel, he soon noticed that he had a lot of classes with her, and for each of the lessons, he sat next to her. Even in the ones that were seated alphabetically, he was always next to her, or at least nearer. Otherwise he was sitting next to a boy called Artie, who turned out to be a friend of Rachel's and a perfectly nice guy.

By the time last period came around, Blaine was certain that he had something on his face from how people were staring and gawking at him. Eventually, Blaine managed to block them out, and even though he was a little late, managed to get to his last class, Biology with little problems.

When he looked around the door frame, Blaine wasn't too surprised that he was one of the last people here. Frowning, Blaine saw no signs of Rachel anywhere, and Artie was sitting next to a tall jock who looked confused about everything. Sighing a little, Blaine headed over to the teacher, who Blaine soon learnt was called Mr. Parslow, and asked what they were doing in class, and where he was going to sit since half of the seats were already taken. After being given a textbook for this course, Blaine was pointed to a seat at the back of the room.

It was hard to look at his seat, and not at the boy who Blaine would be sitting next to during the year, but god damn it that it was hard. Hell, forget hard, it was impossible. It was impossible for Blaine to tear his eyes away from the boy. His skin was incredibly pale and almost pure white, but the light reflecting off it made it clear that yes, there was actually colour there, but it didn't look unhealthy... It actually looked natural. And it was completely flawless as well. There where no blemishes, or any kind of redness at all present on the surface, and Blaine knew just by looking that it would be like silk to touch. His hair was brown.. no, more like a chestnut colour. It was perfectly styled out of his face, and as soon as Blaine's eyes fell on the other boy's hair, he felt an urge to run his fingers through it, tug at it, and just tease the strands.

What killed him the most though, were the boy's eyes. They were a brilliant, fierce, icy blue that was nowhere near possible for Blaine to pull away from. It literally pierced through Blaine if he looked for a few seconds without blinking, and Blaine could swear that he felt the boy's gaze burning into his soul. Soon realizing that he was looking like a creep and that he was making him uncomfortable, Blaine just managed to pull his gaze away, and instead kept his gaze on the floor. Sliding into the chair, Blaine noticed just how close the seats were, and apparently, the other boy noticed the same thing as he moved his seat a few inches closer to the other end of the table.

Placing his book on the desk, and sliding his bag under his chair, Blaine leaned forward and shifted about in his seat to get more comfortable. Once he was, Blaine looked to the side, and frowned when he looked at the boy again. He seemed to be refusing to look at Blaine and Blaine wasn't sure that the other boy was even breathing. The boy just seemed so... awkward. So, trying to ease the tension, Blaine smiled warmly at him "Hi" He greeted warmly.

The other boy didn't respond straight away, and when he did, the boy gave Blaine a small smile in return, but Blaine knew that it was forced.

"My name's Blaine, by the way," He added hastily, not wanting to make things any more awkward between them by letting the silence drag on.

"...Kurt.." The other boy replied his eyes falling back down onto his page.

Blaine suppressed a whimper as soon as he heard that voice. Because he had not been expecting that voice at all. It was just... it was just as perfect as the rest of him and soft and sweet and … it was just damn distracting. Just like everything else about him, and everything about this Kurt was just dragging Blaine in: his appearance, his voice, and fuck, even his smell. Blaine didn't even know what it was, but Blaine wanted so much more of this Kurt already, and he knew that he was never going to get it.

Nodding, Blaine began tapping his fingers on the surface of the desk before he looked back up at Kurt again "Yeah.. I just figured that you should know, in case we have to partner work or something...," He shrugged as he let out a sigh "I don't know how things go over here."

Kurt gave a shrug of his own before he looked up at Blaine "We probably will at some point," He said "McKinley hasn't heard of individual work from what I've seen."

"So, we'll be working together a lot?" Blaine asked quietly, to the point where if he wasn't the one that spoke, he wouldn't have even noticed that he had spoken.

Which was why he was surprised when Kurt did reply. "Pretty much, yeah. Unless the teacher says otherwise we're stuck working together."

Blaine flinches a little, and averted his gaze, and hoped that his flinch wasn't noticeable. Something about Kurt's tone had told Blaine that working together wasn't something he wanted to do. Blaine was really starting to wonder if he'd done something wrong and that if it was even possible for Kurt to hate him already. Blaine was really considering himself lucky that he only shared this class with Kurt and sat next to him during, because Blaine didn't know if he'd be able to deal with that. One, because Kurt was so insanely gorgeous that made Blaine want to cry he was that pretty, and two, because any time Kurt made a move which made Blaine think that Kurt wasn't too fond of him already just hurt. Which was almost every move that the other boy moved.

Almost on cue, Kurt hooked his feet around the legs of the stool he was sitting on, and moved it even further away fromBlaine. Frowning, Blaine wondered if he smelled or not. Because he showered every morning and always wore clean clothes. He couldn't stink, could he?

"I'm actually surprised that you haven't been made to introduce yourself in front of everyone yet," Kurt said breaking the silence, "It seems to be a tradition whenever there's a new student."

"Well if it happens this lesson then I have a full house," Blaine glanced over at Kurt and managed a weak smile "I've been introducing myself all day,"

"As nice as it would be to have a perfect record, it does seem like a hassle," Kurt chuckled a little "But I don't think you will. Mr. Parslow would probably have made you introduce yourself the second that you walked through the door."

Kurt turned his body slightly towards Blaine, and instantly Blaine swallowed back, Kurt's scent making him swoon. He didn't know what the smell was, and it was faint, and whenever he inhaled that aroma, it just made Blaine want more of it and more of Kurt.

"I hope you're right." Blaine said "I'm pretty sure that most of the people have heard my little speech already."

Just at that moment, Blaine heard Mr. Parslow calling his name from the front of the class. Sighing, Blaine turned to Kurt "Jinxed me..." He whispered, now that the class was completely silent.

"It was bound to happen," Kurt replied, shrugging his shoulders.

Rolling his eyes, Blaine started to make his way to the front of the class. God... this was just his luck, wasn't it? Blaine didn't want to move from his seat and tell everyone who he was again. Kurt was the only one who he hadn't met yet... Couldn't he just have done that on his own? But he decided not to complain about it, and just obey what he was told to do.

Even though Blaine had done this every period today, with Kurt sitting at the back, he felt so much more self conscious. Why was he even feeling like this? It was like that he wanted to impress Kurt. And he didn't know how to that with an introduction. Or why impressing Kurt was so important. Taking a breath, Blaine started to speak, trying too hard not to get completely transfixed on Kurt, even though that the other boy was giving Blaine his full attention.

"As you probably all know by know by now, my name's Blaine Anderson," Blaine started to speak, trying not to hard not to raise an eyebrow at Kurt when the boy's eyebrows shot up at the mention of his surname. Huh.. he must just know his mother, or something. Trying not to get too caught up on this, Blaine continued his speech, "I just moved here up state from California with my eldest brother, Cooper." At Cooper's name, Blaine noticed Kurt completely tensing up, and his eyes turning almost saucer like. Oh god... Please, don't let Kurt be a fan of brother... The last thing Blaine needed was Cooper finding out and never shutting up about how the boy that Blaine was slowly but surely developing a crush on was a fan of is. "I'll be staying in Lima for.. a little while."

Only until I don't have to go to school anymore, Blaine thought bitterly. There was no way that Blaine was going to stay here longer than he needed to.

"But it's great to be at McKinley!" Blaine said cheerfully, now lying through his teeth "Thanks for being so... accepting."

When Blaine was walking back to his seat, he looked at Kurt in confusion, as the other boy had covered his mouth, and appeared to be shaking. Though, he stopped after a few moments, and when Blaine sat back down, he just let his gaze fall onto his textbook, refusing to look at Kurt, something telling him that not to look up, and that he shouldn't even be doing it, even though he felt the icy blue gaze fixed firmly on him.

"Have people really been that accepting here?"

Raising a triangular shaped eyebrow, Blaine looked up at Kurt

"Are you kidding? Have they hell," He said shortly.

"Knew it.." Kurt muttered.

"Sorry?" Blaine asked, not catching what Kurt had said.

"That McKinley hasn't been that accepting to you," Kurt elaborated. ""I knew it wouldn't be."

"I was too hopeful." Blaine said, frowning deeply "It didn't look like the accepting kind of place, but I thought maybe I'd be wrong. That appearances would be deceiving. But they're not, and this place just.. isn't where I want to be." Sighing, Blaine shook his head "I just... I feel like the brand new animal at a petting zoo. Walking down the corridor, it's like a million eyes on you at once … and they won't go away. They're staring. Trying to figure me out, so that they can label me no doubt," Blaine took a deep breath, unable to stop himself from rambling, and he knew that he was going to say something stupid. "It's only a matter of time before they figure out," Blaine continued, " That I'm -"

But what he was, Kurt wasn't going to find out as Mr. Parslow was now addressing the class. Which Blaine was grateful for, as he was now aware of what he was about to tell Kurt. He noticed Kurt raising an eyebrow at him, but thankfully, the other boy didn't mention anything, and instead directed his attention to the front of the class.

"Well, class, welcome to AP Biology," Propping his head up on his chin, Blaine tried not to drift away too much, noticing just how much like a drone and monotonic Mr. Parslow's voice was "We're not going to be doing anything apart from watching a video today, but I want you all to refer to the textbook while reading. I will give a proper introduction to the course tomorrow. The video is what we'll be covering for the first unit."

When Mr. Parslow turned around to set up the video, Blaine heard movement from behind him, and looked at the Asian girl sitting behind him raising her hand.

"What is it, Tanya?" Mr. Parslow turned around and looked at the girl.

"Tina, sir," The girl said, with a slight sigh of irritation to her voice "What page have we to turn to?"

"That would be page twenty-nine, Tanya," Mr Parslow said, turning back to the computer as he threw up the video player, blatantly ignoring Tina saying "My name is Tina!" from behind him.

Flipping to page twenty-nine, Blaine instantly frowns, both at when he saw Kurt nearly tearing off the cover of his book with how fast he opened it and at the subject.

Blood types.

Now, Blaine didn't mind reading about blood, or blood at all. But he really didn't want to watch a film about it. Turning to Kurt, about to ask if there was any chance that Mr. Parslow would excuse him from class, Blaine stopped himself when he saw Kurt.

Kurt's already pale face was now completely devoid of colour, and he was gripping to the edge of the desk so hard that Blaine swore that he heard the wood starting to splinter. Well. Either these tables weren't that sturdy, or Kurt was incredibly strong. But sweeping over the boy's arms, Blaine decided that it was just the tables. While Kurt had some obvious muscles, Blaine doubted that he was strong enough to cause adesk to splinter.

Taking a shaky breath, not letting himself get too freaked out about the prospect that Kurt could be strong enough to damage the desk like that. Instead, he let his gaze rise up to Kurt's face, his eyes widening in concern when he heard Kurt's breathing coming out shallow and shaky, like it was all Kurt could to but throw up.

Not expecting the lights to go down, Blaine jumped slightly, before he leaned into Kurt, thankful for the lack of light so that people wouldn't look at him and wonder what the hell he was doing.

"Kurt... are you alright..?"Blaine asked in a hushed whisper.

"I'm fine," Kurt muttered in a choked whisper.

Blaine frowned further, not believing Kurt, but he couldn't ask any further as Mr. Parslow shushed them all loudly and the video blared out throughout the class room.

The woman in the video was talking at record speed about the ways that you were able to identify what blood types were what, and the video was going to show how they found out about that. And it started off with taking a blood sample.

Blaine instantly felt his stomach twisting. Needles... He could get over the blood, but needles were something that Blaine could barely handle at all.

The video seemed to slow down when the needle was injected into the patient's body, and it went even slower when the blood was being taken. Gagging slightly, Blaine looked down at the desk, and took heavy breaths in hopes to calm himself.

"Mr. Parslow," Kurt's voice called out, "Blood makes me squeamish.. May I please leave to go to the nurse's office?"

"Kirk -"

"Kurt." Kurt interjected, his eyes narrowing a little.

"No student is allowed to leave my class unless it is an absolute emergency."

There was some kind of tension between the two before Kurt growled as he stood up, causing Blaine to shiver. Daring to look up, Blaine felt his throat becoming dry again when he looked up at Kurt. His eyes looked slightly different, and when he started to speak, Blaine felt like doing nothing but doing what Kurt was saying.

"Mr. Parslow, I am not feeling well and I should go to the nurse's office," Kurt said darkly, gripping tightly onto the edge of the table again, and yep, Blaine could hear the wood creaking and start to splinter. But he couldn't bring himself to look away from Kurt. At all.

Mr. Parslow just stared at Kurt, before he snapped back to reality, as if he'd just awoken from a trance.

"Actually, Kurt," Mr. Parslow said, a warm smile on his face, "You don't look well. You should probably go to the nurse's office."

"Thank you, Sir," Kurt said, grabbing his bag, and dashing out of the classroom before another word could be said to him.

Gaping a little at where Kurt was sitting only a few moments ago, Blaine heard everyone around him muttering about how unfair it was, and how Mr. Parslow never let anyone leave his classroom for anything. Which Blaine decided to ignore. Mr. Parslow couldn't be that bad now, could he?

After a while, the video seemed to keep repeating itself and referring back to taking the blood sample, and this time it was definitely slowed down. Getting to the point where he felt like he was going to faint, Blaine threw his hand up in the air.

"What is it, Blair?" Mr. Parslow said, impatiently.

"Uhm...It's Blaine," Blaine said meekly "I was just... wondering if I could go to the nurse's office? This.. this video is making me sick."

"No," Mr. Parslow said shortly "No one is allowed to leave my class. Not unless it's an emergency."

Looking at him in disbelief, Blaine shook his head, before he remembered how Kurt reacted. Maybe the reason why Mr. Parslow didn't let most students leave was because none of them stood up to him like Kurt did? Maybe that's why the other boy was allowed to leave..

So, Blaine decided to follow Kurt's lead, and stood up, looking directly at Mr. Parslow.

"Sir, I really think that you should let me go the nurse's office because I'm not feeling well!" Blaine said, trying to get the same authoritative tone that Kurt had spoken in, but ultimately failing as his voice came out meek, and trailed off towards the end.

"And Blair, I really think that you should stop questioning my authority before you get landed in detention!" Mr. Parslow said harshly "Now that would be a good start to a new school now, would it? And if you were that sick, you wouldn't be able to complain, now sit down!"

Stuttering a little, Blaine huffs before giving up and sitting back down in his seat, feeling a mix of shame, anger, and just wanting to burst into tears. He hated it here, and he hated this class. He was stuck next to a boy who was insanely beautiful and probably hated him, and had a teacher that was incredibly unfair. He didn't want to be here, and Blaine was wondering if it was too early or late to transfer to a different school.

"Blaine.." He heard a voice coming from behind him, and felt his shoulder being tapped.

Turning around, Blaine raised his eyebrow at the Asian girl who had asked Mr. Parslow about the page number smiling at him.

"You're .. Tina, right?" He asked slowly.

"Yeah, and this is Mercedes," Tina said, smiling as she indicated to the dark skinned girl sitting next to her.

"Hey," Mercedes grinned at him and gave him a wave.

"Hi..," Blaine said softly, returning both the wave and the grin, albeit, they were smaller than the one's Mercedes gave.

"So, basically, I just want to say welcome to McKinley," Tina said, smiling "And also Parslow's always like that, don't worry. He doesn't have a grudge or anything against you. He just hates all the students here."

"He can't possibly hate all of them," Blaine chuckled as he shakes his head.

"Oh, he does," Mercedes said "Mike Chang got nothing but A+s in his class last year, and even then, Parslow did nothing but shout at him, and treat him like he was pulling straight F's."

"And Kurt," Tina said quickly after Mercedes finished "He was the same, and Parslow hates him -"

"There's more than just him hating everyone though" Mercedes said, rolling her eyes "If it wasn't for his -"

"Mercedes," Tina warned nodding towards Blaine "I don't think we should talk about that...Kurt should tell Blaine himself, don't you think?"

"Sorry, " Mercedes said managing a small smile.

"That Kurt's what?" Blaine asked, frowing and looking between the two girls. What were they even talking about?

"Nothing, it's not important" Tina shook her head "If Kurt wants you to know, then he'll tell you... but chances are, you'll out soon enough. He isn't exactly.. popular around here."

"Why not?" Blaine frowned furhter, and looked between the two girls.

"Well, there's the thing that we're not telling you," Mercedes said "But Kurt just deliberately snaps at people to push them away, and most people just think that he's always like that."

"We are trying to get to know him, to some success," Tina said brightly, "As well as Finn..He's that goofy looking jock over there," Tina said, pointing towards the boy sitting next to Artie.

"That and you know how Kurt practically demanded that Parslow let him leave?" Mercedes started.

"Yeah.." Blaine slowly said, leaning into Mercedes and Tina, "What about it?"

"Well, Kurt does that with all the teachers," Tina said "And he always gets what he wants. Even the most strict of teachers."

"Call us crazy, but... We think that there's something going on there." Mercedes said.

"What do you mean?" Blaine asked.

"Well, Lima is well known in the supernatural legends for inhabiting witches" Tina said "And apparently, Kurt's mother was into all these cults when she was younger. It might be related to that. Because it can be the most outrageous demand.. and Kurt will get it. It even works on the students whenever he tries it!"

"No...," Blaine shook his head, and nibbled on his lip "It can't be, can it? Witches aren't real, are they?"

"You never know," Mercedes shrugged "Stranger things have happened. And even if it isn't witches... I still think it's something supernatural going on. Because what Kurt can do.. It isn't normal."

"Can he do more than that... convincing people thing?" Blaine asked, a little scared for the answer.

"Definitely!" Tina nodded "He can -"

The bell signalling the end of the day interrupted Tina, and the small girl jumped up.

"Crap! We have to go. We've got Glee practice after school, and if we don't get there first, Rachel will take over completely." Tina said quickly before packing up her things, and swinging her bag over her shoulder "I'll see you around, Blaine!"

Frowning, Blaine waved at Mercedes as she followed Tina, before deciding to just head on home for the day, making a mental note to ask Tina what she was talking about the next time he saw her.

When Blaine walked outside, it was pouring with rain and he was glad that he remembered to pack his umbrella. As he walked, Blaine began thinking about Kurt, and how he was acting. Was that what Tina and Mercedes meant by Kurt pushing people away? Or maybe, Kurt just wasn't having a good day.. Maybe a lot of people had given Kurt a reason to make him push them away. Or maybe he was just a jerk.. Even if he was, Blaine still wanted to get to know him. He never thought he'd be shallow enough to only want to get to know someone just because they were beautiful, but there was something about Kurt that was pulling Blaine towards him like a moth to a flame.

Somewhere along the line, Blaine snapped out of his thoughts, and frowned when he realized that he'd forgotten to pay attention to what direction he was going, and ended up getting lost. Sighing, Blaine shook his head and decided to continue the way he was going, hoping that he'd find something on the car journey there that would help him get back on track.

Thankfully, luck seemed to be on his side when he saw a coffee shop called "The Lima Bean" on a street corner. Blaine had seen when they were driving, and he knew that his house was only down the road from here. Suddenly having a coffee craving, Blaine decided to head into the coffee shop before going back home. He was only going to be a little later than he thought, and besides, his mother was still at work, and Cooper was more than likely still working too. So, he wouldn't be yelled at for taking too long. Hopefully.

The warmth he felt when walking into the Lima Bean swept over him completely, and the scent of fresh coffee hit him like a ton of bricks. It was definitely a place that Blaine would consider frequenting, providing that the coffee was nice. And judging from the smell? It was.

Even though it was cold outside, it was surprisingly quiet. Well, less people meant getting coffee faster, right? Right. So, standing behind an elderly, Blaine went through his preferred coffee orders in his mind, barely registering someone entering the shop.

"Hi, can I get a medium drip with a shot of cinnamon, please?" He asked, taking out his wallet once he got to the front of the queue.

"Sure, can I get anything else for you?" The barista asked, quirking an eyebrow at Blaine.

"Uhm... just a biscotti, please." He said, giving a small smile.

The barista nodded, and in a few minutes, came back with Blaine's order. Grinning brightly, Blaine paid for his order, before picking it up.

"Great, thank you," He said, turning around and instantly collided with the person behind him, effectively spilling coffee all over the person and the floor. "Oh, my god, I'm so sor-"

Blaine froze up instantly when he realized who it was that he'd bumped into, feeling his blush creep right up to his roots.

God.. why the hell did Kurt have to come here now, too?