Monday came quick enough, and I’d gone through the usual morning routine: fighting Jeff for the shower, racing to the coffee shop to buy everything to surprise Kurt and then waiting for the butterflies to start causing serious stomach issues.
I was there, sitting in our usual spot, with our drinks and breakfast (combination of bagels and croissants) just patiently yet anxiously waiting for Kurt to arrive.
And then he did.
All I could see was the most beautiful person in the world. When he opened the door and stepped inside, it’s like he brought light into the dim room. It was breathtaking, to say the least. He was too beautiful for words. And when he saw me, grinned, and walked right over to our table, I felt myself getting shakier until I realised that he’d said yes. We were dating.
“Hey,” Kurt said, sliding into his seat effortlessly.
“Hey, how are you? How was your weekend?”
“Oh, it was good,” Kurt replied, stirring the Splenda into his coffee, “Finn had a basketball game at school so I saw my old friends and caught up with them.”
“That would’ve been good for you, I’m glad you got to catch up with them.”
“Yeah... It was something I needed, I think. Mercedes has been texting me non-stop since the game, too!”
Kurt laughed that beautiful laugh of his, and I lose my train of thought while I was just staring at him as he sipped his coffee.
“Uhm. Blaine? You alright there?”
I snapped back to reality and rejoined the conversation.
“I’m sorry, you were saying something about Mercedes texting you?”
“Yeah, she’s been texting me so much, I feel like she’s going to get carpal tunnel.”
“She must miss you,” I said thoughtfully, resting my head in the palm of my hand and taking a sip of my coffee.
“Well, she was texting me about that and other things...” Kurt trailed off quietly.
“Other things, eh?” I teased him, “Like...?”
Kurt smiled at me and mirrored me, placing his head in the palm of his hand opposite me.
“Like how an amazingly gorgeous guy at my school asked me out.”
I looked down at that, grinning like a small child on Christmas Day. The reality of the situation still hadn’t set in, and I felt like at any moment, the bubble could burst, the dream could end, and I’d be back to square one: wishing and praying that Kurt would look at me in a different light.
Except, there he was, right in front of me – smiling, teasing me, laughing with me... It all felt so right.
“Hmm. That’s an interesting conversation to have,” I said coyly.
“Indeed,” Kurt said, equally as coy.
“So,” I said, “How has said conversation been going?”
“Interestingly.”
Oh, that boy knew how to tease. He knew what he was doing to me. I knew it from the look he had in his eyes as he cut into his croissant and took a bite. He chewed slowly, looking at me the entire time with a small smile. He had NO idea what effect he was having on me.
“...You’re such a tease, Kurt Hummel.”
“I try,” he says, polishing off his croissant before I’d even started my bagel.
“Hey... do you maybe wanna... go for a walk before school?”
Kurt looked at me, grinning.
“Sure. Of course. But don’t you want to eat your bagel?”
I tucked my bagel into a napkin and slipped my bag over my shoulder. I then took my coffee in one hand with my bagel in the other and stood up, ready to go.
“Oh, I can multitask.”
Kurt chuckled and picked up his coffee before promptly standing next to me, gesturing to the door with his free hand.
“After you, sir.”
We exited the coffee shop and began our usual stroll around the campus. It was lightly snowing, which again gave us the most romantic setting. This time, though, we really were meant to be in this setting. This was a romantic situation.
I turned to Kurt as we passed one of the campus’ biggest, most beautiful pine trees. I knew that I had to ask him out on an actual date if I was planning on actually dating him.
“Kurt, I have to ask you something,” I began nervously.
“Yeah?” he stopped in his tracks and turned to face me.
“I wanted to ask you if... if you’d like to have an early dinner with me tonight? I was thinking maybe Breadstix, since you can’t stop talking about it.”
“Blaine, I’d love to.”
“Yeah?”
Kurt looked at me so deeply, with his beautiful blue eyes fixated on mine.
“Yeah. Really.”
I couldn’t help myself. I was smiling like an idiot, on the inside and on the outside. Kurt noticed, too.
“You look really happy with yourself,” he said, winking at me with a big grin.
“I am really happy... but not just with me,” I said, staring deep into his eyes just like he’d done not even a minute ago.
We both stood there for several moments, just looking at each other as if our eyes were having their own private conversation. I memorised every aspect of his beautiful face – every single stunning feature.
We were both slowly moving closer and closer. If we had moved our heads in just one little bit more, our noses would have been touching. I so badly wanted to just lean and kiss those beautiful lips, or even just lift my hand to caress his cheek. But I had a bagel in one hand and a coffee in another.
Or at least, I did, until Jeff ran out from nowhere, stole my bagel, messed up my hair and yelled “KEEP IT G-RATED, BOYS!” as he ran away faster than I’d ever seen him run in my life.
Kurt just stepped back looking slightly embarrassed, while I shook my head and cursed Jeff.
Cockblocked by a motherfucking roommate, I thought.