The bar was packed, and Blaine had his head down filling drink orders as fast as he could. 

"Blaine, Im still waiting on an amaretto sour for Table 5," Dani reminded him as she hoisted a tray of melting drinks over her head. Shed delivered drinks to that table ten minutes ago, but Blaine had forgotten one customers order.  

"I only have two hands," Blaine snapped, "Youll get it when you get it."

Dani and Mike exchanged a look.  Blaine had been...cranky, since his last encounter with Kurt more than two weeks ago.  He hadnt shared with them more than the most cursory information about how his evening had ended, with Blaine asking Kurt to commit to trying again, and Kurt remaining silent for the longest time before finally asking in a small voice, "Can I have some time to think about it?"

Blaine had tried to give Kurt what he needed.  He had smiled reassuringly, rubbed Kurts arm and said, "Of course, honey.  Take all the time you need," while the ground underneath his feet fell away, and he was swallowed in a chasm of darkness.  Then he had put on a brave face while he walked Kurt to his subway line and kissed him lightly on the platform before he waved good-bye. 

That was fifteen days ago, and Blaine hadnt heard anything from Kurt, and sometimes in his angrier moments, when he replayed the scene in his head, hed spit, "Sure, you think about it.  Twelve years isnt nearly enough time!"  Then hed whirl on his heels and stomp off.  Other times in his more hopeful moments, when he replayed it in his head, hed shove Kurt up against a pillar, press his body close and say, "You dont need to think; this is what youve always wanted."  Then hed tilt his hips forward and grind his cock against Kurts already hard one.  In his lowest moments, he replayed the scene by simply stepping in front of the oncoming subway, so that his body would match his mangled heart.  

Blaines employees were sympathetic to his condition, but Blaines snappishness was starting to wear on them.  They had taken to avoiding Blaine whenever possible and only speaking to him if strictly necessary.  The only person who didnt seem bothered by Blaines obvious distress was Sam, who used it to his advantage.  He pestered Blaine every day to let him do a theme night tribute to Gordon Lightfoot--a request that Blaine had denied so many times--and finally Blaine had barked, "I dont give a shit if you do a tribute to Englebert Humperdinck; just quit yammering on about it." 

So now Blaine was filling drinks and listening to twelve guitarists trying to outdo each other on "Rainy Day People."  It was giving him a headache  He thought more than once about simply throwing his towel down and stalking out, leaving the bar and a hundred drink order for Mike and Dani to deal with.  But even Blaine couldnt be that guy. 

He handed the long-awaited amaretto sour to Dani and gave her a weak smile, "Sorry Im being such an ass."

She smiled, "Dont give up hope yet, boss."

Blaine turned and went back to work as "Rainy Day People" ended to whooping and clapping that, to Blaine, seemed a completely inappropriate response to a folk tune, but whatever.  He paused just long enough to take two aspirin, push his sweaty hair back from his face, and take a drink of water.  

Then a voice came over the microphone, and it was not Sams voice, as Blaine had expected, but a sweet clear tone that Blaine would know anywhere.  Blaines head snapped up, and his eyes met Kurts across the bar as Kurt announced from the stage, "A couple of weeks ago, my friend asked me a question, and I didnt have an answer at the time, but I do now, and here it is."

Kurt motioned to Sam, who stepped up beside him and began picking a simple, slow, and pretty tune from his acoustic guitar.  The crowd grew quiet, all eyes on Kurt, as he sang:

At times I just dont know how you could be anything but beautiful

I think that I was made for you and you were made for me

And I know that I wont ever change

Weve been friends through rain or shine for such a long, long time. 

Laughing eyes and smiling face

It seems so lucky just to have the right of telling you with all my might

Youre beautiful tonight

Blaine didnt know when he had put down his towel or, indeed, moved out from behind the bar, but he found himself at the foot of the stage when Kurt sang the last lines, eyes locked on Blaines, tears streaming down his face. 

Well, I must say it means to much to me to be the one

Whos telling you--Im telling you--that youre beautiful

As he sang the last note, Blaine leaped up on stage in a single fluid movement, pulled Kurt into his arms, and kissed him with every ounce of love and passion he felt for the shining man with the voice of an angel. 

Somewhere in the deep recesses of Blaines mind, he registered Dani shouting, "Way to go, Blaine!" and the whole bar erupting in to loud cheers.  Sam patted them both on the back, and asked, "How about a duet, you two."  

They didnt answer.  When the kiss ended, Blaine was too busy dragging Kurt off the stage by his hand and pulling him up the spiral stairs to his office. 

When they finally arrived, panting, behind the closed door to Blaines cramped office, Blaine asked somewhat breathlessly, "Really, Kurt.  Are you sure?" 

"Oh, Angel," Kurt answered, brushing a palm along Blaines cheek, "Ive spent so many years tormenting myself about you, I didnt know how to stop.  And then I just realized that the way to move forward and put everything behind me was to move forward and put everything behind me." 

"You just realized that?"

"Well," Kurt admitted, "I realized it after every drink I tried to have for the last two weeks was tipped into my lap.  That was definitely Finn," he clarified, "Im just sure of it.  I had to go out and buy a sippy cup or risk death by dehydration." 

"Thank you, Finn!" Blaine called out to the ceiling.  "Help yourself to the good beer tonight."

"Hes still drinking here?"

Blaine nodded, "Your mom, too.  Theres a wine bottle and a wine glass now when I open the doors." 

Kurt scratched at his neck, "Well, she was kind of involved, too.  I got a call from my Dad a couple of days ago asking me why I was being a moron.  When I told him I didnt know what the heck he was talking about, he said that hed had a dream where mom kept telling him to call me, because I was being a moron."

Blaine pulled Kurt up against him, circling his arms around Kurts waist, "Far be it for me to argue with your mom," Blaines lips quirked up into a grin, and Kurt shoved at him playfully. 

"So what happens now?" Blaine asked a little more soberly. 

"Now," Kurt looked at his watch from where his arm was looped around Blaines neck, "It is 10 pm, and we have 11 pm dinner reservations at Jean-Georges, so you have exactly thirty minutes to run home and put on a tie and jacket, before I take you out on a spectacular date."

"Jean-Georges?" Blaines eyes widened in surprise, "How many nights did you have to dance to afford to take me there?"

Kurt turned around in Blaines arms and wiggled his ass against the front of Blaines pants.  "Just a couple of lap dances," he joked, "I am very, very good." 

Blaine pressed his hands to Kurts hip bones and pulled Kurt even tighter against him, Kurts back pressed all along Blaines front.  Then he whispered hotly in Kurts ear, "Ill be the judge of that."    

Late in the night, as Kurt and Blaine ended their date by falling asleep tangled together on Kurts sofa while the vintage Disney movie, Frozen, flashed across the television, back at the bar, at Table 6, three shadowy apparitions clinked together a shot glass, a bottle of beer, and a wine glass in celebration.