Chapter Ten

Rachel's shoes tapped over the concrete as she approached Kurt's apartment building. She hadn't always been a high heeled shoes girl. In fact, her transformation from the girl-next-door to Blaine Anderson's personal assistant had brought about many changes to Rachel's appearance. While the high heels weren't really that drastic, some of the other changes had not been good ones, her new short hair being one of them. Her hand ran through it now. Oh, how she missed her long, dark locks.

She strode energetically up the three steps to the building's front door and smiled whimsically to herself as she recalled her teenage years and the many pairs of flats she had worn because at the time she hadn't mastered the art of storming off in heels. Rachel sighed just like she always did when she thought about her childhood. She couldn't put her finger on it, something had always been missing. She just didn't know what.

She stopped. It was time to focus. Her eyes scanned the simple panel on the side of the building's front door that listed the building's residents and found the right apartment. She pressed the buzzer and swung the duffel bag she was holding to the front so she could hold it in both of her hands.

The intercom however, remained silent.

Rachel Berry was not a person who liked to wait. She glanced at her watch, fiddled with her fine gold bracelet and began to sway on her feet while she leaned back to look up at the third floor. They couldn't be that busy that they couldn't answer, after all, she knew that Mercedes was home, they had been texting like crazy the night before. Rachel pressed the buzzer once more and couldn't refrain from smiling as she remembered Mercedes' words.

'Blaine's fallen asleep and Kurt's gone and put him to bed.'

'What!? Together?!! That's fantastic! This is better than we hoped.'

'No, not together but don't worry, the interest is absolutely still there, Blaine couldn't keep his hands off Kurt under the dining room table and Kurt certainly didn't try and stop him!'

It was definitely progress but Rachel had other things to attend to that day, namely keeping Sebastian busy so he wouldn't fly off the handle when he noticed Blaine's disappearance. Rachel sighed impatiently and lifted her hand to press the buzzer yet again, this time with the intention of jabbing it viciously. She stopped though as she heard rushed footsteps coming down the stairs from inside.

"Wait! Wait! I'm coming!" A male voice called from the other side of the door. "Don't press the buzzer again, you'll wake every..."

The door flew open and Rachel took a step back, not in shock but just so she could actually look the man in the eye. Her neck craned back and she found herself gazing at the very same person who had been sitting with Mercedes and Kurt in the bar; Finn.

Rachel's chest did a small flutter. He was the first guy she had actually taken the time to do a double-take for in nearly three years. Finn was drop dead gorgeous, but now that he was standing right before her, she was surprised by the softness and gentleness in his eyes that she was sure was only a hint of what was really inside of him.

'No, Berry!' She chastised herself. Looking after Blaine Anderson and ensuring that he got back on track was her sole purpose in life right at that moment. She reigned in the spark of interest that she had just felt and swiftly returned back to personal assistant mode.

Rachel might not have been shocked, but Finn was. "Can, can I help you?" he asked stumbling over his words. He rubbed his hands together hoping she hadn't noticed.

She held out the bag she was holding in her hands, "This is for Blaine. It's a change of clothes for him."

"Oh!" Finn looked even more surprised. "So, you're a friend of Blaine Anderson?"

"I'm his personal assistant," Rachel replied coolly.

"Ooooh." Finn frowned he didn't know what he had said to make her turn icy.

Rachel went to flick her hair off her shoulder forgetting that it wasn't there anymore. She gave Finn one last glance and turned to head back off down the stairs. Finn however, was desperate to keep her around just a little bit longer and tried to find something else to say, "Do you want me to tell him anything?"

"You can actually," she called back unable to stop the beaming smile from coming to her face. "Tell him not to worry and to have all the fun he wants. I've cleared his whole day. I'll wait for his call."

Finn watched her leave in disappointment. It was not often that he had such a gorgeous woman on his doorstep. Who was he kidding? He had never had such a gorgeous woman on his doorstep before. She wasn't the usual type that he was attracted to he wouldn't lie. It was usually the athletic cheerleader types that caught his attention, but there was something about Rachel Berry, something sweet and determined that was mixed in with her sophisticated look. And that smile! He couldn't forget that dazzling smile. It was intriguing, exciting and something that Finn believed he could do with a little more of. Lacking the courage to go after her however, he sighed and closed the door behind him.

Rachel gave one last shy and hopeful quick glance over her shoulder and felt herself drop. Finn had already closed the door and left, she had been sure, really sure that he had been watching her leave. Confused by the unexpected feelings that she hadn't felt for such a long time, Rachel put her hand on the car and opened the door.

Santana winced as she slammed the car door closed. "Was that really necessary?" she snapped at Rachel over her sunglasses.

Rachel gave her a sharp look, "It's not my fault that you were busy getting drunk last night."

"It's not my fault that I've taken a liking to our new little bar," Santana remarked.

"You mean you've taken a liking for a certain blonde waitress," Rachel said, her snark being replaced with a teasing smile.

Santana's hung over eyes lifted at the memory, "Hmm, you might be right there, Berry." She gave her a wink. "So, did you deliver the bag alright?"

"Yes," Rachel replied with a satisfied nod. "That tall guy, Finn, the one that was at the bar that day, he took it. He's so hot!" The words escaped her mouth so quickly she didn't even know she was going to say them.

Santana raised an eyebrow but didn't make a comment. It had been a long time since Rachel had done anything for herself and Santana believed that this romantic interest would have to be nurtured and developed slowly, at a snail pace almost. Rachel was just too cautious in every facet of her life and one wrong move could end it all. Santana mused for a moment and she glanced back at the apartment building. Heck, everyone deserved to get laid, even Rachel Berry. Santana just might have to go and have a little chat with this Finn guy.

"I still don't think the present you put in Blaine's bag was necessary," Rachel continued in disapproval after Santana had pulled away from the curb, "or appropriate."

Santana smirked to herself. She just wanted to pat herself on the back at the little gift that she had put together for Blaine. "Oh, come on, lighten up a little. It's meant to be a joke and at least I didn't put the dildo in there."

"Hmm," Rachel sighed, wondering just what Blaine was going to think of Santana's drunken idea from late last night. She leaned down to turn the radio on, and before Santana could defend herself further, Whitney Houston's 'So Emotional' started to pump through the speakers. They quickly glanced at each other.

"Eighties revival!" Rachel gasped. They smiled and without any other words they started to take turns to sing the lyrics of the song.

Finn watched the car through the small glass squares in the building's front door. Yet again he had let another opportunity slide past. Screw the others upstairs and their much needed sleep. He should have just invited Rachel in and offered her a coffee. Finn sighed and began to slowly climb back up the stairs, 'Next time, Hudson, next time.'

****

It wasn't until eleven o'clock in the morning that Blaine finally surfaced. Finn had left to go home to get ready for work and Mercedes had headed out for some early morning shopping, leaving Kurt all alone to wait for Blaine to wake up. He had tried to remain calm. He busied himself with reading his magazines, he cleaned the kitchen quietly and even reorganized the books on the bookshelf, but all the while, Kurt couldn't stop himself from trying to process what had happened the night before.

It still felt like a dream. There, out of nowhere, Blaine had suddenly reentered his life and he was still extremely interested. Kurt's heart fluttered with excitement at the thought of going on a date with Blaine, but what was more exciting, was the passion, the determination and the seriousness that Blaine had shown him. It was completely opposite to the bad boy image that he had seen on the TV and the internet, but just like five months ago when they had been lying in each other's arms, Blaine had shown that there was more to him than just the flirtatious, cocky rock star.

'Not that there was anything wrong with a flirtatious, cocky rock star,' Kurt thought as he heard some deep mumblings coming from the inside of his bedroom. His bed creaked, feet padded over the wooden floor and the handle rattled as it was opened. And it was just as well that Kurt actually enjoyed Blaine's cocky attitude because he was just about to get a whole lot more of it.

Blaine stumbled through Kurt's bedroom door, one hand raking through his scruffy locks and the other hand inappropriately scratching his crotch. He yawned, stretched and cracked his back before gazing around.

"Did you sleep alright?" Kurt asked rising to his feet quickly. He had been wondering how Blaine would react when he woke up in his bed. Would he be surprised, confused, disgusted by the simple décor of Kurt's bedroom?

In fact, Kurt had been sitting their contemplating just what Blaine's bedroom might look like. He had originally gone with a killer bachelor pad with a lion themed king sized bed and matching pillows. But no, Kurt had quickly decided that as much as Blaine was the hunter and would kill his prey, he was sure that Blaine had better tastes. His bedroom was more likely to have dark walls with a classic 1950s black and white picture that over hung the bed. It was sleek and subtle, a masculine room with dark plain bed covers and contrasting light colored drapes.

"Yeah, I can't believe I slept so long," Blaine commented looking at the clock on the wall, his response snapping Kurt back to reality. "I, I hope I didn't over stay my welcome," Blaine spoke hesitantly. "I really can't believe I fell asleep like that. I'm quite embarrassed actually, I was just really exhausted."

"I know you were," Kurt said calmly. "Everything's alright and I'm glad you're still here." He tried but the last part came out a little shaky.

They shared a quick, shy smile. Kurt coughed and drew Blaine's attention to the towel he had put on the back of the sofa for Blaine to use.

"Feel free to have a shower," Kurt suggested. "I'm sorry for the state of the bathroom," he continued. "It's a bit small but I bet you'll feel much better for it," Kurt's voice wavered off.

"I'll have one if you join me," Blaine bantered reigniting his flirtatious side.

Kurt couldn't help but giggle. "Don't tempt me," he teased back. Blaine's eyes widened and his mouth formed an 'oo' shape as he pretended to be shocked. "Oh, now you really have gone and given me some inappropriate things to think about while I'm washing myself."

Kurt crossed his arms happy to play along, "What do you think I was doing last night Blaine when you were sleeping in my bed?"

This time Blaine's face really did show some shock, but he quickly recovered and his eyes slowly wandered up and down Kurt's body. "I forgot just how devilish you are."

"Oh, you have no idea Blaine, no idea at all."

They paused for a moment letting the risqué flirtations between them catch its breath. It was just too easy to do, bouncing back and forth, feeding from the lust that they both had for each other.

Blaine however, could not ignore the feeling of grime and oil that was embedded in his skin for any longer. He tugged at his shirt, and for the first time since he had left Kurt's bedroom he pulled a face. "I really do need to go and clean myself up, don't I?"

Kurt nodded and pointed to where Finn had placed Blaine's bag on the floor, "Rachel dropped off some things for you."

Blaine's face lifted with approval. He picked up the bag, quickly unzipped it and started to rummage through its contents as he made his way to the bathroom door. He felt disgusting, his skin greasy, his body smelled and his hair, he bet his hair was a wild, mangled jungle right now on the top of his head. Blaine glanced up one last time before he entered. "I'll see you in a bit," he winked.

"Take your time," Kurt called over his shoulder, "I've still got to put up all the naked pictures I took of you last onto the internet."

Blaine paused in the doorway, "Darn it Kurt, don't you know? Sex tapes are considered much more valuable these days than pornographic pictures."

Kurt laughed. 'Crap!' Blaine was just too quick with his retorts.

Blaine closed the bathroom door and began to inspect his bag again. As usual Rachel was as thorough as ever. It was amazing what the girl could think of. She had packed him several choices of clothes, toiletries, his phone charger, socks, underwear, male accessories, a choice of hats and, what was this? Rachel had also sent a gift?

Confused, Blaine pulled the rectangular box out, dropping his bag to the floor. 'Rachel and her touching ways', he thought fondly. He opened the box and couldn't help the short laugh that escaped his lips. No, Rachel Berry had not bought him a present. There was only one person that could be responsible for this and that person was Santana. He pulled out the book that he found on top and read its cover. 'Ride on Cowboy - A collection of cowboy inspired erotic gay short stories.' Chuckling to himself, Blaine flipped it over. Santana had written a note on the back.

'In case things don't work out.'

Blaine looked back into the box and there, lying innocuously on some brightly colored crepe paper was a box of flavored condoms and a tube of lube. Stuck on the box of condoms was another message.

'In case things do work out ;)'

Blaine gave the box of condoms the tick of approval and quickly flicked the book open to its contents page. 'You never know, Santana,' he thought hopefully, 'maybe all three items will become useful.' He started to hum happily, stripped off his clothes and stepped into the small cubicle.

Kurt believed that he had timed it perfectly as he had guessed that Blaine was going to have a long shower. He busied himself making Blaine some breakfast and waited until he had heard the shower turn off before he poured Blaine's coffee, returning the milk back to the fridge just as the bathroom door opened. Nothing however, could have prepared him for what was going to be waiting for him when he came around the corner.

"What the fuck?!" he gasped nearly dropping the cup of steaming coffee.

Blaine was standing in the middle of his lounge room with only a towel wrapped around his waist. Only a fucking towel! An immediate heat ignited in Kurt's chest as his eyes drew in the sight of Blaine's back muscles that were finely outlined with glistening beads of water originating from his wet and spiraled curls.

Blaine turned and smiled, that fucking cute 'I'm a half-naked sex god and I'm standing in your lounge room and I know what I'm doing to you', smile.

Kurt stumbled forward, the cup outstretched in his hand. He was desperately trying to steady his shaking wrist, but as it was, he had already spilt most of it on the floor.

It was easy to flirt and return Blaine's sass when he was fully clothed, but how on Earth was he meant to keep thinking of good come backs when Blaine was virtually naked.

'Was he completely naked under there?'

And before Kurt could stop himself, his curiosity won over, his eyes betrayed him and they dropped down to the towel. Oh! Wouldn't he just love to rip the towel free to find out?

Blaine watched Kurt delightedly, but he took the cup of coffee fearing that he might end up wearing it. "I dare you!" Blaine said in a low, husky voice once he had placed the cup safely on the coffee table. "I dare you to rip it off."

"You don't know me very well, Blaine," Kurt laughed shakily. "I take dares very seriously."

Blaine only chuckled some more, and ever so cunningly, he brought his hand to the end of the towel that was tucked in and holding it in place.

"You know, that would only lead to trouble," Kurt warned.

Blaine's eyes danced, "Yeah, and if you remember, that is the very trouble you are trying to avoid, yet.... here you are."

"Blaine, you are more than tempting me right now." Kurt licked his lips and Blaine's fingers began to maneuver the material.

Kurt suddenly brought his hands to his eyes. "Don't you dare!" he cried.

Blaine laughed loudly enjoying every moment he had to torment Kurt. "It's not like you haven't seen it before," he teased slyly.

"Blaine!" Kurt cried behind his closed his eyes. "Now all I've got is pictures of your dick in my head again."

Blaine approached him and ever so gently placed his hand on Kurt's waist. Kurt's fingers edged back down and Blaine leaned in to whisper in his ear, "It's nice to know that all you're seeing is my dick." He stopped. "Wait, what do you mean you're seeing it in your head again? You were thinking of my dick earlier?"

Kurt eyed him up and lowered his hand completely, "Well, what do you expect me to be thinking of when I know you're naked in the next room over having a shower?"

"Hmm, true." Blaine nodded not bothered in the least that Kurt had been fantasizing about him.

He stepped passed Kurt, his hand lingering and trailing over Kurt's waist as he glided past. Kurt took a shaky breath. Stopping himself from jumping on Blaine was proving to be very difficult and he hoped that once Blaine got his clothes on he would be able to be back on form and continue with his confident and self-assured manner. 'You want the relationship, Kurt! Remember that!'

Blaine had other plans in mind. He was going to make this as hard as possible for Kurt. Blaine reached the chair where he had placed his bag of spare clothes and turned to him with a wicked grin.

"You could have gotten dressed in the bathroom," Kurt chided.

"I thought that this would be more fun and I was right, it was."

Blaine winked and without any further ado, he pulled the towel free revealing Blaine in all his entire glorious naked form. Kurt's face dropped because of course, the sight was just as wonderful as he had remembered.

Kurt stood defiantly, refusing to move but he could feel his cheeks begin to burn and by hell, if his whole body hadn't come alive, painfully alive. He swallowed and glanced at the ceiling. 'No, Hummel,' he yelled inside his head, 'look him in the eye and what the hell, enjoy the view!'

Blaine continued to dry himself off and Kurt stared, mesmerized at the sight of Blaine's dick bouncing as the towel swished from one leg to the other.

"Are, are you hungry?" Kurt stammered hoping that his voice wouldn't betray just how affected he was.

"Well, I know you are," Blaine teased.

Kurt shook his head in disbelief but he had to smile, "You and your innuendos."

Kurt continued to admire the way in which Blaine's perfect muscles rippled as he turned his body this way and that while he looked for a place where he could get rid of his towel. Without thinking, Kurt ventured over and held out his hand to take it, and 'Oh my god!' He was now only two feet away from Blaine, one hundred percent naked Blaine.

Blaine folded his arms across his chest and smirked. "See something you like?" he asked in a low, soft voice, repeating the very same question he had asked Kurt in the VIP room all those months ago.

Kurt swallowed deeply trying frantically to regain his composure. "Very much so," he said softly. A powerful and determined look overcame his face and he tilted his head slightly as if he was about to move in for a kiss. Blaine face broke in expectation and his eyes fell to Kurt's lips but just shy from his mouth, Kurt stopped and spoke again, his voice low and sensual. "I'll see you in the kitchen," he whispered. With that, he turned and sauntered past Blaine. "I've made you breakfast," he called.

Blaine tried to gather himself. He enjoyed making men crumble before him by his sheer flirtations and he did enjoy it when they tried to return it. It was really rare, however, that Blaine would find someone who could keep up with him, and was as sharp minded and quick witted as he. Kurt was just one of these people. Without any other hesitations, Blaine spun on his heel to follow after him.

"Blaine," Kurt ordered from the kitchen doorway, "put some clothes on."

Blaine stopped in his tracks. He had forgotten that he still hadn't dressed. A laugh escaped his mouth and he ran back to his bag and pulled out a pair of briefs and black jeans.

'Damn!' Kurt thought as Blaine pulled them up. 'Could they be any more snug?' Kurt shook his head and walked back into the kitchen. No they couldn't.

Only a minute later, Blaine sauntered in after him.

"I haven't even had sex with you and your still willing to make me breakfast?" Blaine joked when Kurt handed him the plate of food he had prepared. Kurt rolled his eyes fondly and nodded towards the table. He didn't think he could ever get sick and tired of Blaine's banter.

"What would you do for me if we ever did sleep together again?" Blaine continued.

Kurt shivered, 'Never let you leave?'

If only he was brave enough to let those words out. They sat at the table opposite each other and Kurt rested his head in his hand contentedly as Blaine took several large mouthfuls of the scrambled eggs.

"So, I have to go to work today," Kurt unwillingly admitted stopping the flirtations for the first time since Blaine had risen. He really wanted to call in sick and hold desperately onto all the time he had with Blaine. It was still too much of a risk that Blaine would disappear from his life just like he had before. Unfortunately however, Kurt had bills to pay.

Blaine was silent. His merry, charmed expression fell away and it was replaced with a brooding shadowed frown. He lowered his fork, his appetite suddenly gone and wrapped his arms around his body, his eyes glassing over as he stared off into the distance.

"Blaine?" Kurt asked softly.

Blaine didn't answer but his eyes darted back to Kurt's and Kurt sucked in his breath at the solemnity and gravity he saw. Where had the devious and mischievous man that he liked so much vanished to?

"Putting all fun and games aside," Blaine started his voice matching his somber expression. "I... I really don't want to go back to my world just yet." Kurt nodded. He was secretly happy that Blaine didn't want to return to all of that. "I was kind of hoping, if you wouldn't mind, if I hung out here today and maybe tonight we..." his sentence trailed off hoping that Kurt hadn't read too much into his words.

Kurt's chest pounded with excitement. "You can stay as long as you want. I mean, you know, just, you're always welcome." Kurt quickly looked down. He hadn't meant it to sound like that. "I mean, I sure it's hard to keep a clear head when you're surrounded by that all the time," he added carefully.

Blaine smiled at Kurt's sudden discomfort but he was happy to hear his words. "Thanks," he said gently. He paused and then took a deep breath, obviously what he was about to ask was big. "I, I don't have anything important until Monday when I have an interview, but until then, I can miss everything without too much trouble." He paused just a fraction, "So maybe I could just hang out for the rest of the weekend?" There was a hopefulness and eagerness in his voice that broke Kurt's heart.

"Staying the whole weekend sounds perfect," Kurt answered quickly, very quickly. "And Rachel apparently said she's freed you of any obligations you had for today."

They smiled apprehensively both aware of what could be in store in that amount of time and Kurt was forced to glance away as he felt his insides heat up once again with nervous anticipation. Blaine was going to be there the whole weekend. 'Breathe! In, out! In, out!'

"I'll only be gone about five hours," Kurt informed him changing the topic again to try to ease his rapid pulse. "There's not much to do here but feel free to just hang out, watch TV, or jump on the internet, and Finn left his PS3 as well, if you're into games." He couldn't believe that he was giving suggestions to Blaine for him to do in their measly apartment, as if an immortal would possibly lower themselves to partake in the same activities as the everyday folk. "I know it's not much but..."

"No, it sounds great," Blaine assured him. "I think I'll just play the PS3, hiding from the world seems like a great idea right now."

They settled into a comfortable silence with Blaine chomping down his food and Kurt sitting opposite him sipping on his hot cup of coffee. Kurt left a short time later, begrudgingly and reluctantly, but thankful that Blaine was most likely going to be there when he returned.

***

Kurt's shift had not been successful nor had it been fun. Usually he breezed through his shifts and enjoyed talking to the familiar faces that walked in. The coffee shop was, as usual, busy. It was a small franchise that acted as a bookshop and coffee shop all in one. It was the only one in their neighborhood, and it therefore attracted a solid customer base especially with its ability to boast a lovely outdoor patio area that was sheltered from the hot sun by an abundance of overhanging trees.

The coffee shop was far from Kurt's dream job, but he was content to bide his time there while he tried to figure out where he was heading. It was fairly easy work, sure it got busy and there would be days that he would be run off his feet and he would finish the day exhausted. But when he went home, he was done for the day and that's what he liked the most about it.

Today however, no matter how busy he got, the hours were intent to only slowly dawdle past. All Kurt wanted to do was finish his shift, race out the door and hurry home so he could spend time with Blaine.

Mercedes walked in an hour early for her shift, a sly, knowing smile covering her face.

Kurt spied her, narrowed his eyes and crossed his hands over his chest. "You've got some explaining to do," he called to her venomously.

His words didn't bother Mercedes and she only hummed happily to herself while she began to stock up the lids and cups for the start of her shift. "You've been busy she noted," as she also retrieved some coffee beans from the cupboard behind the counter.

"Don't you go ignoring me, Mercedes," Kurt sassed moving closer to her.

She turned to face him, her eyes twinkling with mirth, and all his scornful comments regarding her meddling with his love life that he had conjured in his head to throw at her were forgotten. Kurt just had to ask, "So is he still at the apartment? Is he still there?" He held his breath afraid of what her answer was going to be.

Mercedes' smile only grew bigger, "Oh, he's definitely still there."

Kurt smiled inwardly but his stomach tightened in fear. Fear that he was going to go home and he was going to stuff everything up and scare Blaine away.

Mercedes continued with her jobs, quickly moving around Kurt as he stood there lost in a daze. "I can't believe you had Blaine Anderson in your bed last night!" she suddenly exclaimed in the middle of refilling the coffee cups.

Kurt caught the mischievous twinkle in her eye and glared at her once more.

"He was by himself."

"He won't be for long," she muttered under her breath.

Fortunately for her, Kurt didn't hear her retort, his attention elsewhere as he took a customer's order.

He turned back to Mercedes once he was finished and eyed her suspiciously. There was something about her smile and the way she kept side-eyeing him, and the way she couldn't help but sigh dreamily to herself when a particular thought crossed her mind.

Kurt folded his arms. She wasn't telling him something. Mercedes knew something and she wasn't telling him. Kurt's frown deepened, and even though they were best friends, her huge grin was starting to really annoy him.

"Mercedes?" Kurt drawled finally unable to put up with her merry, teasing attitude for any longer. Mercedes met his gaze and quickly looked away. "Why are you smiling like the Cheshire Cat?"

"Oh, nothing!" Mercedes quickly turned her back on him but she was too late. Kurt had seen her grin widen even further.

"Mercedes!" And this time, Kurt reached out, grabbed her arm and stopped her from refilling the coffee beans that she had returned to. Several scattered onto the floor but neither of them was too concerned. "What's going on?" Kurt demanded.

"It's nothing! Really, nothing at all!" Mercedes exclaimed still unable to pull the smile off her face. "Stop worrying. He's still at our place and he's still very smitten."

Kurt tried to laugh her words off but his heart began to pound again. "Well, we'll just have to see about that." His fingers drummed on the counter as he tried to hold off for as long as possible. He watched the clock and wondered whether he would be able to wait it out for thirty seconds. Apparently not, because before the second hand had made it back to the twelve, he opened his mouth and was unable to stop the onslaught of questions that came forth. "How do you know he's smitten? Did he say anything? Did he actually say he was smitten?"

"Oh, he's been saying a lot," Mercedes answered still unwilling to reveal anything of any value. "He can't stop talking about you in fact." Her face was now filled with a huge motherly smile. Kurt shook his head in disbelief. "And he's been asking lots of questions as well."

"Questions?!" Kurt asked in panic. "Like what?"

"Oh, just the usual questions that someone asks when they want to know more about someone."

"That doesn't help," Kurt sighed impatiently.

A loud clatter of noise suddenly came from the front of the coffee shop as the front door was opened in one dramatic sweeping movement. A gust of wind blew in behind the person who now stood at the threshold, sending the advertisements on top of the magazine stand into a frenzied dance. They whirled around chaotically and then began to settle around the person, his body standing out even more due to his dark clothing contrasted with the white paper. Kurt's mouth dropped because right there at the entrance of the coffee shop was Blaine who had just inherently made an entrance like a hero in a predictable romantic comedy. Except, this was Kurt's romantic comedy; he was the lead, and Blaine was his leading man.

It appeared that Blaine only needed a good night's sleep and a little bit of grooming to revamp his rock star image. Blaine was dressed in his infamous tight black jeans, dark tight shirt and leather jacket. He posed and took stock of the café, his eyes sweeping over the customers as he sought Kurt out. He spied the counter off towards the back of the shop and his eyes locked with Kurt's across the distance. Kurt gripped onto the counter for support.

A silence fell over the entire coffee shop as the surprised customers gazed towards the front door. Gasps could be heard as people recognized him, especially when he casually slid off his sunglasses revealing his face completely. All eyes fell on Blaine and followed him as he walked slowly and sexily towards the counter as if he was a model gliding down the runway.

Blaine stopped at the counter and smiled wickedly at Kurt. "Hey there," he purred.

"Hi," Kurt gulped. "What are you doing here?" He tugged on his work clothes nervously.

"I've come to get a coffee," Blaine answered. "Isn't that what people normally do when they come to a coffee shop?" Kurt heard Mercedes giggle beside him.

"I guess so. So what can I get you?" Kurt asked. He wasn't too sure whether Blaine wanted Kurt to let everyone know that he actually knew Blaine. He was just going to play along for the moment, like Blaine had suddenly and ever so unexpectedly walked into all of their lives.

"Actually," Blaine began as he leaned over the counter placing his butt just at the right angle that Kurt was sure was going to be very satisfying for all the customers behind him. Blaine raked his eyes over Kurt's body with such passion that Kurt began to blush, "Yes, yes, indeed, you can get me something."

"What?"

"You."

Kurt giggled in embarrassment, aware that there were now about fifty pairs of ears listening into to their conversation. Blaine gave him a wink. He was obviously enjoying the entire scene.

"I want to ask you out on a date," Blaine continued loud enough for everyone to hear. Several people gasped, some giggled and a few even 'oooh'd' and 'ahh'd."

"Really?" Kurt asked his voice shaking.

"Yes, I've seen you around and I thought what the hell. I can't let such a fine, sexy man walk out of my life without me taking him on at least one date."

Kurt finally regained his composure, "Well, just what did you have in mind? I don't just date anyone."

"I was thinking about a quiet, romantic dinner, a bottle of wine, some fine music... just the two of us."

The room waited with a bated breath for Kurt's answer.

"How does that sound?" Blaine prodded when Kurt still didn't speak.

Kurt swallowed and hoped he could pull this off and sound just as suave as Blaine, "It sounds perfect actually."

"So, is that a yes?"

Kurt nodded eagerly, "Yes, it's a yes."

Blaine held out his hand for Kurt to take but Kurt shook his head.

"Now?"

"Yes."

"But, I've still got half an hour of my shif..." Kurt was suddenly knocked in the side and he tripped over his feet.

"Go, silly!" Mercedes gasped. "I've got this all covered."

"Are you sure?"

"GO!"

Kurt didn't give her another chance to change her mind. He quickly side stepped round the counter and smiled shyly. This was far more attention than what Kurt was really used to.

Blaine locked his fingers through Kurt's hand and they began to walk towards the front door. Kurt blushed as several people clapped and other's wolf whistled. 'Blaine Anderson', Kurt thought to himself, 'you really are full of surprises.'