adam & kurt.

          _{A faint blush rapidly spread across the porcelain skinned male’s cheeks upon being on the receiving end of the stranger’s compliments, a distinct mixture of blue and green hues quick to gaze down at the animal displayed on his particularly bold choice of fashion. Not often did a stranger randomly point out the state of his perfectly styled appearance unsolicited. Granted, the way he usually dressed ( and had done every waking moment of his life ) typically stemmed from mostly a matter of self expression. Vintage finds combined with some of the latest designers, a perk he had earned from his internship at Vogue as he was often rewarded with an early inside draft of the esteemed fashion magazine — the sentiment of being under the man’s now scrutinous gaze somewhat unnerving.}  

          _{❛ It’s Burberry Prorsum, ❜  he breathed, his bright gaze still hopelessly scanning over their surroundings before a pair of deep blue eyes quickly managed to draw him back in —- the other male’s stares positively quizzitive under the dim lights of the small cafe.  ❛ I guess it is pretty crowded. ❜  Judging by the significant lack in Blaine and particularly long line of customers growing increasingly larger by the counter, it probably seemed selfish to just be hogging the entire table. Introductions, though admirable, fallen shortlived as the human’s attention diverted in an instant.} 

          _{❛ —BLAINE! ❜}  

_{His cordial smiles grew remarkably fonder as his friend ( though, in any case, fashionably late ) finally made an appearance. Eyes once lost, now filled with intrigue, deeply engrossed and invested as the scene had rapidly changed its course and unfolded.  ❛ We actually only just started talking— ❜}

          _{❛ I’m Kurt— Kurt Hummel. What are the odds. ❜}

          it took everything in adam not to let the pleasant and polite expression fall into one of irritation. he’d felt blaine’s presence before he heard him, that was something he couldn’t mistake. despite looking like all of his attention was fixed on kurt, he was constantly scanning the area around them. blaine finding him there was his plan, but not so soon. not enough to drag kurt’s attention from him. ❝ it’s lovely to see you again, blaine. it’s been quite some time, hasn’t it? ❞ adam replied, although his smile was more than a little forced while his voice remained pleasant. his attention returned to kurt, tilting his head slightly. ❝ i was quite lucky enough to meet blaine’s acquaintance when i first came to the city from england. quite the serendipitous meeting. ❞ despite the length of time between him landing in the states and now, adam still had fond memories of discovering blaine. blaine had been his first real game; befriending him, charming him and ultimately protecting him. even if it hadn’t gone entirely to plan.

          ❝ almost like we’re just following each other. ❞ the joke was met with genuine amusement on his face, although his eyes returned back to blaine’s features with a slightly extended sense of humour. as far as they’d gotten from each other, it was inevitable that they would find one another again. eternity didn’t go by without at least some of it spent in each other’s company. and considering he had put a lot into ensuring blaine’s survival, he wanted to make sure blaine wasn’t being reckless. especially acting like a human and befriending a decent meal. ❝ how did you both meet? another new york coincidence? ❞

”Kurt!  It’s great to see you.  Sorry I kept you waiting.  The subway was packed.”  Or so he says but it was believable and far better than the real reason why.   Feeding before meeting Kurt was a necessity.  One Blaine hated indulging in to the point he did each time he saw Kurt but it kept Kurt safe and him sated and warm and that’s what mattered..

Lovely to see him?  Somehow, Blaine doubted that was the truth.  Obviously, Adam was up to something.  His lack of reaching out to Blaine whatsoever combined with making sure he’d be here on the evening when Kurt and he planned to meet up?  Blaine made a mental note that his senses must be slipping.  Believing this was all one just coincidence was naive beyond the meaning of the word.  And Blaine liked to think of himself as not so naive anymore.  Not how he was when he put faith and trust in the man he smiled at now.  Man.  Ha!  Well.  As far as Kurt knew, that’s what they both were.  So, why not go with it and remain convincing. Adam better not screw this up.  “Mm. Yes, I did.  I had the pleasure of being Adam’s tour guide until he got settled in.  How’ve you been?  Other than following me around, like you said.”  He grinned jokingly enough, a friendly banter between two people who knew one another and were catching up.

“We met after Kurt came into a place where I was playing.  He was with a few friends and they were still there when I was finished.  I couldn’t let the night go by without saying hello and the rest is history.”  The where was left out but the means was true.  Looking over at Kurt, the vampire smiled–brows lifted an inviting Kurt to add more to the conversation if he wanted.

adam.

kurt.

          _{An eager gaze fixated on the outskirts of the glass front bordering the densely populated coffee shop, teeth sinking down the human’s bottom lip and one grande non-fat mocha and a premature ordered medium drip labeled ‘Blaine’ already sat quietly in the middle of their usual table. They had quietly grown accustomed to these little post-work meetings. Spending most of his time working at Isabelle Wright’s office for Vogue, there was something about his recurring talks with Blaine that made him look forward to the end of his day, and in turn, getting to know pretty much everything about him — the fact they already seemed to have so much in common despite once definitely complete strangers ( not to mention the other male’s particularly high cuteness level ) only really furthering his beliefs in serendipity.}

_{Maybe he had been getting a little ahead of himself. Maybe being the ever hopeless romantic somehow already caused him to ruin whatever time they still had left between the two of them. Still, it felt oddly comforting. To know he had a friend outside of his home and the office. One who had not only helped him when it came to figuring out the subway but slowly but surely ease into life as a full-fledged New Yorker.} 

_{His muscles tensed at the disruptive sounds of someone else pulling up one of the chairs facing opposite side of him.}   

          _{❛ Oh, I’m kind of waiting for someone. ❜}

_{So what if Rachel could hardly believe he was real? It seemed kind of awkward to just demand they take a picture.}

          this coffee shop wasn’t anything like the new york that adam could remember. it felt a little misplaced, too bright, too modern, too clean. the walls were strangely bare, as if the only people who could take joy in the place were people with extensive imaginations. that, and the tea selection was abysmal. what sort of hot-beverage house didn’t have a simple english breakfast option or an earl grey? finally, he settled on a small cup of some ridiculously titled fujian tea for the sole purpose of warming up his hands. being in new york and experiencing the changes since his last visit had been somewhat disorientating. but, it had come with one incredibly special perk: lots of humans. in fact, there were too many. it was always tempting for him to just give in to his desires, relinquish the hold he’d had on his instincts for decades. when so many people existed in one small space, a handful wouldn’t go terribly missing too often. during this see-saw of conflict was when adam had first spotted kurt. and he was most definitely intriguing to every one of adam’s less-than-living senses. and, somewhat comically, he’d managed to catch blaine’s eye too. and intercepting blaine’s frustrating dance with the human was far too easy after watching them and learning their patterns.

           as he sat opposite his prey, adam fixed a warm smile onto his face – he’d been taught to act innocent and humble in almost any situation from his youth and had always maintained his manners. chivalry was (un)dead, after all. 

          ❝ my sincerest apologies, ❞ he answered simply, although he made little attempt to get back up off the seat. ❝ i thought it might be a little too good to be true that you weren’t expecting company. how rude of me. ❞ making a show of glancing around the coffee shop, adam hummed. ❝ would you mind if i sat here until your companion shows? it’s a little crowded in here. ❞  he didn’t understand why. it wasn’t somewhere he would choose to meet someone – there was no elegance to it and he was still endlessly frustrated with americans and their complete disregard for decent tea. ❝ and, call me a snob, but sitting with the most well dressed individual so i can compliment him on his choice of shirt seemed like something i just had to do. ❞ his eyes instantly flicked back to the other to admire the fox shirt with a slightly more friendly and dashing smile, before he extended his unpleasing fujian tea-warmed hand across the table. ❝ i’m forgetting all of my manners today: i’m adam. ❞

     “And I’m Blaine.  Pleasure to meet you, Adam.”  Blaine’s voice was quiet.  In spite of his smile, anyone who knew him how Adam knew him, could easily hear the hint of restrained annoyance he was doing his best to cover up with being ever the gentleman he was taught to be.  Complete with the curt nod and ever-so-curious glint of light that sparked to life in his eyes when he gathered his wits together enough to give himself a swift kick in the pants to notice how tightly his fist inside the pocket of a navy blue peacoat was balled up.  The dawning realization came with another err of caution as the warmth of his coffee mug intensified on his fingertips clued him in that they were gripping it too harshly.  Any more pressure might’ve caused the ceramic to crack and put him in a far more outwardly flustered state.

      How did Adam find out about this?  About him?  

      Kurt was his secret.  His escape.  Seeing Adam sitting across the table from his secret made ice cold blood burn like fire in his veins.  He should have expected this.  Adam, to Blaine, was the definition of the modern day saying ‘this is why we can’t have nice things’.   Expecting anything less was a folly.  A blunder among countless others throughout the decades of whatever game him and the blond Englishman played.  Yet, he cracked a broader smile and gave Adam a grin that said he was joking as he took a chair between the two.  One that ended up slightly closer to Kurt’s side of the table by sheer ‘coincidence’ of it being where he’d slid it to, of course.  “I’m kidding.  We’ve met before.  Adam..  How are you?  I haven’t seen you in forever.”  He wished.  Turning his attention to a now probably very confused Kurt, Blaine gently sat his coffee mug on the table and flicked a wave towards Adam.  “Do the two of you know one another?  Adam and I met when I first came here.  I guess it’s true what they say?  Small world.  Even when you’re in New York City..”  If only that were the case.  Adam.  Adam.  Adam.  The two of them were going to have one heck of a talk after this…