You should never hide.

Know why?

Let me tell you a story.

I used to work at a nail salon when I was in college. Manicurist isn't a common job for men but I was determined to help my mother with money. I gave all the money I got to my mom. After the loss of my father, we were left living alone and my mother needed a secure shoulder.

Since I was balancing school and work, I didn't have a social life. Classes, work, home.

I really didn't mind working there, though. Especially on Fridays. Friday was the day I truly enjoyed my work. On Friday evening's a gorgeous man, Blaine, and his grandmother arrived. He was my real life prince charming. He came to the salon to accompany her to her weekly manicures. As much as I would like him to notice me, I hid. While his grandmother was taken care of, Blaine would sit in the corner and busy himself with a magazine or by playing Angry Birds on his phone.

It was another Friday and the ‘open' sign on the window was flashing like every other night. Though this night would be special.

Kurt was excited as always to see Blaine. They usually came around seven and today was no exception. When Kurt caught the sight of Blaine and his grandmother, he quickly placed his mask over his face.

He didn't mind other people knowing he worked at the salon, but for some reason, he really cared what Blaine thought. He was too insecure and shy. Blaine probably knew Kurt was a man but he's never seen his face. Only his eyes.

Blaine opened the door and being the gentleman, let his granny enter first. His granny greeted the woman from all the tables and went to her usual table, behind Kurt to his mother, Elizabeth.

Blaine nodded his greetings and sat down at the little brown leather couch by the window, right in front of Kurt's desk.

‘'Kurt! Donner une manucure à Blaine!'' His mother said to Kurt from behind him. (Kurt! Give Blaine a manicure!)

Something Elizabeth knew for sure, was that Kurt had a crush on Blaine. Even if Kurt never told her anything, she had the instincts of a mother and just knew.

They talked French whenever they didn't want others to understand what they were saying. Of course, Blaine could know French but it never seemed like it. He never turned his head their direction, nor smiled when they talked the other language.

‘'Aucun! Je suis timide!'' (No! I'm shy!'')

‘' Donner une manucure à Blaine!'' her mother repeated, more firmly.

‘'Aucun! Je ne veux pas. Je suis timide,'' (No! I don't want to. I'm shy) Kurt answered, shaking his head, looking down at his hands.

‘'Blaine!'' her mother waved her hand over, ''Come over here. My son will give you a free manicure.''

‘'Oh, no. Thanks,'' he placed the magazine back down at the table and leaned forward, ‘'I-I'm here for my grandmother.''

Kurt released a quiet sigh of relief. He wanted to do this but at the same time he didn't.

‘'Blaine, come on!'' she continued to plead.

His granny turned to him as well, ‘'Yeah, Blaine, come on!''

‘'I-I don't really think it's really me,'' he held up a nail polish sampler, ‘'I'm good. Really. I've got...the umm... Chinese magazines here...and uh... I'm gonna sit here.'' He picked up another magazine, crossed his leg over the other and sat deeper back into the couch.

Oh no!

Elizabeth got up and walked over to Blaine. She tossed the magazine on the table and took his hand, pushing him up from his seat.

‘'Okay!'' Blaine laughed, sitting down on the chair opposite Kurt, ‘'Thank you!''

Elizabeth nodded, narrowing her eyes at Blaine as if she could glue his to his seat, and returned to her work at her table.

‘'Hi!'' Blaine finally greeted after a few seconds of awkward silence.

‘'Hi,'' Kurt shifted in his seat, wanting the awkwardness to just go away, ‘'Uh.. Do you want a manicure?''

Blaine could see Kurt was smiling. Little cute creases formed in the corners of his beautiful ice blue eyes.

‘'Yeah,'' he lowered his head, looking at all the tools at the table, ‘'I've never had a manicure before.''

‘'Yeah, well, a lot of men have manicures actually.''

Blaine looked Kurt in the eyes and was just smiling. After a moment of silence he spoke, ‘'You're just saying that to make me feel better.''

Kurt chuckled, ‘'Of course!''

Blaine smiled wider, showing his white teeth.

‘'Sorry for my mom,'' Kurt gestured over his shoulder with his thumb, not taking his eyes off the gorgeous man, ‘'She just doesn't take no for an answer.''

‘'No, no,'' Blaine shrugged, ‘'She's sweet. My grandmother loves her.'' He looked Kurt over her shoulder, seeing his grandmother's hands in Elizabeth's, both of them talking and laughing.

‘'It's why we come back every Friday,'' Blaine looked back at Kurt.

‘'It's very nice how you bring your grandmother here every week.''

‘'Oh, it's no big deal,'' Blaine shrugged again, ‘'She deserves the best.''

Kurt was just falling more and more for the man with every second passing.

Kurt extended his hand towards Blaine, ‘'Your hands, please.''

‘'Oh,'' Blaine looked at the hand but without hesitation placed his hand in Kurt's.

As their hands touched, they kept looking at eachother for a moment.

Elizabeth placed her tool down and leaned sideways to look at the pair. She was smiling and nodded slightly to herself.

Kurt shook his head and placed Blaine's hands on the rolled up towel on the table, giving him better access to his nails.

I was so nervous talking to him for the first time. But the more we talked, the more comfortable I became. I could talk to him for hours and I never wanted those moments to end.

After he was finished giving Blaine a manicure, Blaine got up but sat back down the same second.

‘'I never got your name,'' Blaine placed his hands on his knees and leaned foward as if this was the most important thing that will ever be told.

‘'It's Kurt.''

Blaine extended his hand, ‘'I'm Blaine.''

I know.

They shook hands for a few long seconds, both smiling the whole time. Blaine didn't want to get up but his grandmother was standing by the entrance door calling him.

He nodded his goodbye to Kurt and opened the door for his granny, both of them getting out, going home.

Kurt took off his mask and placed his chin on both of his hands staring out the window.

The ice was broken and I was officially on Cloud 9. From that point on, I just knew every Friday would be magical.

Blaine placed two cups of coffee on Kurt's table, telling him what he ordered, letting him choose which one he wanted. Blaine didn't know Kurt's order so he took two of his favourites.

Kurt examined Blaine's nails and told him he could pass this week. His nails still were good after last week and Blaine let out an over-exaggerated sigh of relief.

As weeks passed, Blaine and I grew to know eachother. Even if Blaine didn't see my face without the mask, he cared enough to know my spirit. Because of that, I became more secure to open up to him. It felt amazing to create such an amazing connection to Blaine without ever revealing myself to him.

Blaine was reading a newspaper, his hand placed on the table for Kurt to take care of.

Kurt, taking a little revenge on the fact Blaine was paying more attention to the newspaper than him, took a bright, barbie pink nail polish, applying it to two of Blaine's nails.

Blaine looked up from his newspaper and before Kurt could paint the third nail, he snapped his hand away and threw the newspaper.

‘'Hey, hey,'' Blaine shook his hands, ‘'I'm not Cinderella nor am I getting ready for prom.''

Kurt was scared he offended Blaine, but Blaine couldn't keep a straight face seeing Kurt's reaction and started laughing.

Kurt looked with wide eyes but started laughing with Blaine.

‘'I think a coral orange would suit my skin tone better,'' Blaine said in a cocky voice, nudged Kurt's shoulder, his lips turning into a wide grin.

I wanted to believe, he wasn't just being simply nice and that he was really interested in me.

While Kurt was buffing Blaine's nails, he kept looking at Kurt's face. He wanted to know so badly, who was this mystery man, making his hands baby butt soft every Friday.

He leaned a little closer, gently swiping some fallen strands of hair from Kurt's face with his free hand.

Kurt stopped buffing at the touch and looked upwards, a loving smile coming his way.

I wanted to remove my mask but I wasn't ready and was in fear that it's going to change everything.

Blaine brought back his hand and placed his jaw on it, resting his head.

‘'So, every year my family throws this party. It's at this beautiful country club, it's a lot of fun and I wanted to know if you would come with me?''