"The Lima Bean?" Blaine asked surprised, as he entered the small coffee shop.

"What? You've never been here?" Kurt asked in mock horror.

"Yeah I have actually, just not since I was in high school, man it's been a while," Blaine said while surveying the shop around him.

"Oh well, I used to be a regular here as well in high school so I kind of get the nostalgia of the place," Kurt smiled as he took his place in line next to Blaine.

"You're acting like you didn't graduate, what? Four years ago?" Blaine quipped.

"I'm sorry we can't all be as old as you Mr Anderson," Kurt winked, his boldness surprising himself.

Blaine blushed, "I told you it's Blaine outside of work, besides I'm not that old."

"Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night." Kurt looked over to the shorter man, "Blaine."

Blaine stood there shocked at Kurt's obvious flirting, or maybe it was because it was outside of work and he didn't have to be that professional? Maybe he acted like that with everyone. Yes, this was what Blaine kept telling himself as Kurt swayed his hips just a little bit more as he walked forward to place his order. "A Medium Drip for this guy," he motioned over to Blaine, "and for me a Grande Non-Fat Mocha, thank you."

"You know my coffee order?"

"Are you forgetting I'm your assistant and you send me on coffee runs everyday?" Kurt raised his brow.

Blaine blushed and coughed nervously, "yeah, must have slipped my mind somehow." See you're just getting your hopes up Blaine, Kurt doesn't see you in any way other than his boss. This coffee date was just probably out of pity. Blaine thought to himself as he pulled out his wallet to pay.

"No, it's on me silly," Kurt smiled as he handed over his money. He turned to face Blaine and saw that the older man was about to protest. "No buts, I invited you out which means I'm paying." He picked up his coffee and Blaine did the same (while grumbling about not having to pay) and walked over to an empty table at the back, quite secluded from the rest of the shop.

They sat down and immediately found themselves chatting away like old friends.

"Really? Wow your high school experience seemed way more fun than mine," Blaine laughed as Kurt told him the story about the time the glee club caused a sex riot during assembly when they sang 'push it'.

"Yeah, it wasn't always fun though. I mean I did used to get bullied a lot because I was the only out kid at school and because of my fabulous fashion sense and sharp wit of course."

Blaine smiled sympathetically, he had never been though any bullying. "Dalton had a zero tolerance policy enforced, I wish your school had that; or that you went to Dalton or something. It must have been tough for you," Blaine wanted to reach over and take Kurt's hand for comfort but decided against it.

"Yeah well there was a few times where it eased up, like when I joined the football team."

Blaine choked on his coffee and Kurt laughed. "Y-you were a footballer?"

"Yep, best kicker they ever had," Kurt smiled, sipping his coffee and smiling. "Then when I joined the cheerios things were a bit better as well."

"Cheerios?" Blaine asked, "you mean like cheerleaders?"

"Yeah, I was a cheerleader for a while as well."

Oh my god, Blaine thought this guy is trying to kill me, mechanic, footballer and cheerleader? Was there anything Mr Perfect Hummel couldn't do?

"Wow uh-Kurt that's um… wow." Blaine stumbled on his words and felt like a complete jackass. Way to be more obvious Blaine.

"What?" Kurt laughed.

"Just you… you're full of surprises to say the least."

Kurt looked at Blaine for a while with a small smile on his lips, like he was contemplating something. "Well, is there anything else you wanted to do? While you're finally out of your cave I mean."

"What happened to no judgement?" Blaine frowned.

"I can't help it, you're too much fun to mess with," Kurt poked Blaine's arm.

"Ow," Blaine said faking pain and rubbing his arm. "Erm, I don't know what do you want to do? I'm all yours for the night."

Kurt blushed and Blaine realised what he had said, "Oh I didn't mean it like that- oh my god Kurt why are you laughing."

"Sorry," Kurt said between giggles. "It's just when you panic you look like a puppy or something."

"Great," Blaine said, fake annoyed but he couldn't hide the smile that was threatening his lips. "We could go to your place?" Blaine blurted out before he could stop himself and Kurt froze.

"I uh…"

"I mean we could watch a movie and eat junk food and of course you don't why did I even ask how creepy is that asking you to let me come over when we've only just gone to have coffee this is why I can't have nice things or friends…" Blaine babbled on.

"Blaine… Blaine!" Blaine stopped talking and his eyes shot up to Kurt who was looking at him sternly. "It just caught me off guard that's all, of course you can come over. We're friends right?"

"Yeah, I would like to think so." Blaine nodded.

"Well then, no need to panic over asking to hang out at my place."

Kurt stood up and started walking to the exit, not before noticing Blaine was still sitting at his seat, he turned around and cocked an eyebrow, "are you coming or…?"

Blaine quickly scrambled out of his chair and again Kurt was reminded of a puppy and he giggled as Blaine briskly walked over to him saying 'sorry' a few times.

888

Kurt was proud of his little apartment, yeah it may be small and not as glamorous as he had hoped to live in when he pictured his life years ago, but it was still pretty good and screamed 'Kurt' because of the stylish decorating and everything else.

"Sorry about the mess," Kurt motioned to the random bits of fabric littering his coffee table and floor next to the TV. "Inspiration struck last night and I didn't really have time to finish or clean up."

"It's fine," Blaine commented looking at the half finished jacket. "I didn't know you designed clothes."

"Really?" Kurt asked making space on the couch so he and Blaine could sit down. "I've wore a few Kurt Hummel originals to work."

"Oh, I guess they're that good I just thought they were designer clothes." Blaine smiled and sat down on Kurt's couch.

Kurt smiled at the praise and walked over to his DVD collection. "I don't know about junk food but we could order pizza or something and I've got a whole range of DVD's here for you to pick," he said motioning the large case which held alphabetical ordered DVD's from musicals to movies. "How about you pick and I'll order pizza?"

"Sure," Blaine said standing up. "As long as I get to pay, since I did offer to come here."

Kurt grinned, "fine." He walked past Blaine into his kitchen, deliberately sashaying his hips a little more as he walked, hoping Blaine would notice.

Kurt had ordered for both him and Blaine and Blaine had chosen Chicago and was putting it in the DVD player when Kurt walked back in.

"It'll be 30 minutes," he said absentmindedly as he sat down next to Blaine who had returned from the DVD player. "Ooh Chicago, one of my favourites."

"Me too," Blaine smiled.

"I didn't know you liked musicals," Kurt side eyed Blaine.

"There are probably a lot of things you don't know about me Kurt." he smiled playfully.

They started watching the movie until about 10 minutes in when Kurt turned around to face Blaine.

"Blaine, are you… gay?"

Blaine's head spun around to face Kurt who was sheepishly looking down and playing with some loose thread, "I uh… are you asking because I like musicals?"

"No!" Kurt's head shot up, feeling embarrassed. "No I asked because.. Uh you've never spoke about girlfriends or anything and I just wanted to know I guess."

"I haven't exactly spoke about boyfriends either Kurt."

"Right, yeah sure sorry." Kurt returned to watching the movie, assuming he got it wrong and Blaine was actually straight but just a very private person. Blaine spoke up.

"But to answer your question Kurt, I'm not sure. I mean I've never really thought about it, I find both sexes attractive but I've never really felt any emotional connection to girls…" Blaine trailed on, unsure how to finish the sentence.

Kurt turned back around fully giving Blaine his attention, "and boys?"

"Well… I haven't had any connection to boys further than attraction either," Kurt frowned and Blaine swallowed nervously. "Until recently."

Kurt's eyes widened and Blaine looked at him intensely, hoping his unsaid words would be clearly understood. Kurt seemed to get the message because before he knew it he was staring at Blaine's lips and leaning forward, it took Blaine a second to realise what was happening before he felt himself moving even closer until-

Knock, knock, knock.

Kurt stood up quickly, "ah that must be the pizza." He almost ran to the door and left Blaine sitting on the couch wondering what would have happened if the pizza man showed up a second later.

They sat in silence eating their pizza, not talking about the almost kiss that just happened. By the time they had finished the movie had ended and Blaine took that as his queue to leave.

"It was nice spending time with you Kurt," Blaine said standing awkwardly in front of Kurt at his door.

"Yeah, it was." Kurt smiled. "I'll see you at work then?"

"Yeah, of course." Blaine nodded and went to walk down the stairs.

"Blaine wait!" Kurt called after him and Blaine spun around quickly, coming face to face with Kurt. "Please don't hate me for this," Kurt closed the gap between them, kissing Blaine fully on the lips. Blaine didn't pull away and instead returned the kiss more passionately, wrapping his arm around Kurt's waist and pulling him closer, his tongue slipping into Kurt's mouth eliciting a small whimper from the other boy. They kissed like that for what seemed like hours but was in fact a few minutes, Blaine was the first to pull away; gasping for breath as he held onto Kurt.

"I- shit Kurt we shouldn't have done that," Blaine mumbled into Kurt's shoulder.

"What? Why?" Kurt said moving back away from Blaine's hold.

"We're- you're my employee Kurt." Blaine sighed slumping against the wall. Not to mention your dad would disown you. "Kurt I'm sorry I can't do this, I'm so sorry." Blaine chanced one last look at Kurt who was now on the verge of tears before he ran down the stairs and never looking back.