Blaine was walking through the park when he heard the quiet sobbing.

It was 10:12AM, he was trying to reach home as soon as possible before he flops on and pavement and hibernate on the spot. He had been up for almost twenty hours straight, without coffee, staying at school finishing his assignment. 

Blaine was sure that he was on autopilot after he handed in his coursework and left the halls.  But the sobbing shook him up, completely.  

He peered around, and saw this painfully beautiful boy, hitching his breath as he silently teared.

And Blaine simply couldn't ignore it.  So he went over.

He had no clue what to say or how to act, but he was pretty sure there wasn't a specific protocol in how to comfort a crying stranger. Blaine could only rely and follow his instincts.  “Um, are you okay?”

  And Blaine wanted to slap himself, both mentally and physically, for this stupid question. Are you okay, seriously? His instincts had clearly failed him. 

The boy looked up, with tears appearing at the corner of his eyes, and stared.  Blaine couldn't help to notice his iris, with the most beautiful shade of grey that has a hint of blue in it. It was bright and striking, unlike his dull color of brown.

  “I...uh, I was wondering--” Before Blaine could finish his sentence, the boy turned aside.  “Go away.” He mumbled, sniffling, “please.” 

He was pretty sure he was possessed by some kind of higher being, that he would sum up the courage to blurt something like this. Which was not part of his plan, at all.

“Will you have coffee with me?”  

To be honest, he just wanted to cheer someone up, make someone okay. He does it for his friends all the time, but Blaine have a feeling that, this boy is no ordinary stranger.

But asking someone out for the first time they've met, not to mention they've only talked for less than five minutes and it wasn't under the best situation. 

It should feel strange and odd, but it didn't.

“I'm sorry, why are you doing this? I don't know you and you don't know me.” He looked up, with a face that spelt helpless. Even it was trying to be bitchy and bitter, it wasn't. 

And Blaine knew, he couldn't just turn away, no. 

“I'm not trying to be anything, I promise. I just saw you crying and wanted to know whether you're okay.”

“I'm very, very okay, just, crying.” He rolled his eyes, “as you can see.”  “Uh, do you want some tissue?” He stared, as Blaine took out a new pack of tissue from his pockets. 

“It's really rare for a male to have the basic concept of personal hygiene, I'm impressed.”  

“Well, I'm glad you are.” Blaine beamed, “It's not rocket science. Plus, you'll never know when you'll meet a beautiful crying stranger in a park.”  The boy snorted, but smiled as a blush crept up his cheeks. 

“I'm Kurt.”  “Blaine.”

“So... The offer for coffee still stands?” 

They found a tiny coffee shop nearby, it was cosy and busy. Kurt decided that it would be better to be in somewhere quiet enough to have a conversation, but not too quiet to have the feeling of displaying their conversation.  

Blaine insisted to pay for the coffee, saying that he invited Kurt. The truth is, he just wanted to keep the receipt of their orders, seeing that he may never see Kurt again, he wanted something he could keep for this beautiful memory.  

If this is a crush, then so be it, he thought.

Kurt saved them as seat at the front window, facing the busy Manhattan streets. He looked unearthly, like some kind of fairy that was lost in this depressing world.

Blaine slipped into the seat next to him, handling him his decaf mocha, “Thank you.”   “Oh, it was nothing. As I said, I invited you.”

Kurt bit his lips, and said, quietly, “No. Not about the coffee, about... everything. I'm sorry how I reacted in the park, when you were just trying to help.”

“Hey, it's fine. I mean, I'm just a creepy stranger who walked up to you when you were in a bad mood, it's perfectly normal to feel displeased.”

“Thank you, for understanding.”

They talked about the coffee, about the muffin they were sharing, and how one of the passerby dresses terribly (Oh lord, why would anyone want to be seen in that deadly shade of green? Just, why?)

Blaine wanted to know why Kurt was crying, of course, but he couldn't bring it up. He doesn't want to pressure Kurt into something he wanted to avoid, he didn't want to pry.  But it doesn't mean he didn't want to know.

“So, you're not going to ask me why I was crying?” Kurt lifted his left brow, tilted his head.  

“Well, um, if you wanted to talk about it, I donft mind.” God, he really need a spokesperson, “I mean, yes, but I donft want to pry or ask the wrong question. So.”   “Okay.”  “Okay.” He nodded, gesturing Kurt to continue.

“It was something stupid.” He started, “I was just told by my professor that... I was good. My voice was impeccable, but it just wasn't what Broadway was looking for. And I should just give it up and focus on operas or something.” 

“I knew I was good, and I knew I wasn't Broadway material. But being told by someone, who specialises in that field, and knew their shit, it was a totally different thing.”  

He sighed, and turned his gaze to the bustling street at the other side of the glass, “Well, at least I know it will never work out and I should just start to figure something out.”

Blaine was mesmerized by him, the way he talk about his dreams, the calmness in his tone, his profile. It was just... mind blowing. 

“You shouldn't stop trying, though. It doesn't harm if you keep on trying, even you start something new.” Not when you have the most beautiful singing voice that Ifve ever encountered in my life, he thought.

The corner of Kurt's lips turned, forming a smirk. “You bet I will.”

They slipped into a completely different conversation, of music and books and movies and shows. It was quite interesting to know Kurt's opinion on things, seeing that he always have sarcastic remarks and the enthusiasm when he talked about something he love.

But they didn't go into personal details, not yet.  

Blaine was fairly sure that he himself doesn't want to dwell into things about his life, when there is a perfectly epic human being sharing his ideas with him. God knows whether there will be a second chance.  

“I simply do not understand how people could stand Ophelia, or even Hamlet. He was just stupid and judgmental and acting like a spoilt brat.” Kurt ranted, he had been rambling about this Shakespearian play for the past five minutes, and Blaine wasn't complaining. Not at all. By this way, he could just sit back and focus his mind on Kurt's face.  

He's not a creep, nope. Just observing.  Kurt's eyes are almost like glass, delicate and shimmering. His cheekbones were simply adorable. And his hair, it must be magical, to be in this shade of chestnut brown, and almost glistening like blonde. It has to be magical.  

“I do agree that Hamlet was a little bit annoying, seeing that he totally over-reacted about his mom's second marriage. But come on, he does good soliloquies!”  

“Yes, those were good. But they were also numerous.” Kurt shot back, he was definitely unimpressed with Hamlet. Blaine loved how he was unafraid of stating his opinion.

The conversation continued on, without specific theme or boundaries. 

It wasn't until he received a text from Wes, that he realised how late it was. 16:22PM.  He had to leave, he promised to have dinner with his best friend and he couldn't call it off. Because he promised.

“Do you need to go now?” Kurt asked, and tilted his head, just like everything he was asking a question.  

“Um. Yeah.” Blaine replied awkwardly, “I don't think this is a proper attire for a dinner, so I kind of have to go get changed before that.”

“Ah. Someone's got a date!” He said with a singsong voice.  

“Please, he was just my high school best friend. Plus, he's straight.”

  And he swear, Kurt's whole face lightened up, like a lightbulb being switched on.  Blaine would love to take it as a good sign, yes, he will.  

“Well, I just assume that you were...” Kurt ducked his head, a little embarrassed.   “Well. Mr. ...?”

  “Hummel.” 

“My dear Mr. Hummel, I hereby inform you that, I, Blaine Anderson, was as gay a rainbow.”

“Anderson? Seriously?”

“Yes, I'm very serious about my surname.”

They stood on the pavement, unsure what to do next. Again, there wasn't an official guideline of how to say goodbye to a stranger that you met in a park. They just have to figure it out themselves. 

  “I guess... I'll see you around then?” Kurt said, and it wasn't a question.

“Yeah. I guess so.”  They headed to the opposite direction of each other, and Blaine was sure that, this shouldn't be it. He just have this gut feeling that, there was something he needed to do.

It just felt wrong.

So he turned back. 

And he saw, Kurt turned back, almost at the exact moment as he did.

They returned back to the point where they parted, both looking shy and sheepish.  “I was wondering... Do you want to get coffee, some other time that I don't have a friendly dinner with a straight friend?”  

Kurt gasped, and beamed, “I thought you never asked.”

They said their goodbyes again, after Kurt gave him his number.  

“In case you didn't know,” he said before he turned back to his way, “I was saving the personal details for next time. When we were talking, just now.” And he was on his heels again.

Blaine stood for a moment, unable to digest what had just happened.

"Does that mean Kurt had a crush on him as well? Oh god, I never knew I was that oblivious. "

He blinked, and started to walk back, while trying to fight the grin off his face.

(end)