“Are you sure? Can I get you anything,” he asked leaning on his shoulder propped against the doorframe. Blaine was tone was full of worry and he didn’t believe Kurt was okay anymore. He was inside the bathroom far too long for a simple way off schedule nightly skincare routine keeping him in there. “Kurt,” his head bowed and he stared at his bare toes wiggling against the polished hardwood floor. Frowning deeply at the silence–he glanced at the door wishing the wood would disappear so he could see him and tell what was the matter. Instead? He had to ask and hope Kurt would answer truthfully this time. Maybe he should back off? One more try and he might. Pushing him wasn’t something he wanted to do more than he already was. “What’s wrong?”
“Yeah, man,” Sam grinned, looking around the area. “It’s a real chill area. From what I’ve seen anyway. And so colorful.”
Even the coffee shop was super bright, it was kind of awesome. “Oh! You don’t live here, makes more sense I guess. If you’re meeting someone, I can’t drag you along for groceries. That’d just be terrible of me.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying your new home then. It’d be awful to move somewhere and hate it,” he shuddered pretending to cringe at the idea and went to motion over his shoulder in the direction of the store but stopped short, mouth hanging open about to tell him to follow.
“Nah. We’re just finishing up. Some of them have a two or three hour drive back home for the weekend. But it’s the last one before break and most of us are going out of town for that so–one final rendezvous beforehand. I’ve got the time if you want the company. Oh! Sorry I forgot,” he quickly took the last sip of his coffee and tossed the container in the trash offering the stranger his hand, “I’m Blaine.”
Kurt nodded along and followed beside him. Out of all the things that could make him nervous though, hand-holding was hardly on the list anymore. It felt normal by now. And looking around was also a nice distraction though. The house was gorgeous. Kurt would never get tired of these big houses. He remembered some of the summer vacations to his mother’s side of the family even after she died, staying at his aunt and uncle’s house, singing upon request for them, pretending he didn’t know that she was glaring at Burt every time she saw him for whatever reason. Those were the days. It had been a few years since the last visit though.
Kurt took a seat on one of the stools and leaned on his elbows on the counter. "Me? You’re the night owl here. I slept just fine thank you.“ He chuckled lightly. “Coffee would be great.” He glanced around the room with a small smile on his face still. “I need to come over here more often, it’s beautiful.”
“Thanks. It’s home–quiet–but..anyway! I know I’m the night owl,” Blaine tipped the bottle of chocolate syrup he grabbed from the cabinet in Kurt’s direction to get his point across via container of sugary-goodness, “but you’re the one that said Finn’s video games were keeping you up. I know what sleep deprived Kurt Hummel’s like.” Winking to show he was kidding–sort of because a sleep deprived grumpy Kurt could be frightening until he woke up enough to snap out of it or had a high enough caffeine buzz to get him into better spirits–Blaine turned back to making Kurt is very own Anderson Cafe non-fat mocha. “You’re going to throw his controller out the window and break his heart that he can’t finish up his last round of Call of Duty.”
Swirling a spoon inside the concoction until it was blended to his satisfaction–Blaine shrugged and fixed his own less fancy drink keeping his pointer finger away from the rest for a devilishly secret reason. “Coop used to keep me up with reruns of crime shows when he was going through his serious line delivery phase because apparently their puns require a certain level of Master Finesse to deliver. I swear I’ve seen or heard almost every episode of Law and Order slash whatever city they decided to stage it in that season at least twice.” Returning back to Kurt’s perch on the counter stool, their coffees were sat side by side and presented with a wave of his hand above the coils of steam. “Your coffee.” That extended pointer revealed it’s secret weapon. A dab of syrup that dripped on the edge of his finger was dotted on the tip of Kurt’s nose causing Blaine to erupt in a mischievous laugh. “I’m sorry–okay I’m not. Uh–boop?”
“Really it’s – it’s fine. I probably deserved it.” A small, nervous breath left his lips. “Just– a normal coffee will be great, thanks.”
“I–uh–yeah. I’ll be right back. Want to find us a seat in the meantime?” Blaine was honestly expecting more of a resistance considering how their first meeting went and how well that turned out. Dave letting him get even a word in was a pleasant surprise. First? Coffee. “One regular coffee on the way.”
Kurt got ready bright and early in the morning. Shower, skin care, dress – grey button up, purple jeans–no, light blue jeans, grey chukkas, black coat?- No again, cream jacket, light colors were fitting for a pleasant morning/afternoon – and style hair. It was over an hour of a drive to get to Blaine’s so after his first cup(and a half) of coffee he went ahead and left with a quick explanation to his parents in the kitchen as to why he was going anywhere without eating first.
He was a little nervous, admittedly, which was completely his own fault. He needed to stop calling Blaine his crush in his head. Brunch alone with your best friend was a lot simpler than brunch with your crush who was cooking for you. Yikes. He shook his head clear with Madonna in the car. There was a bounce in his step when he arrived and made his way up to the front door. He smiled brightly when the door was opened. “Thank you sir,” He said lightly as he slid off his jacket.
“You’re welcome, sir,” Blaine broadly grinned adding an elegant dip into a polite bow made playful by the undying twinkle in his eyes. He carefully took the jacket and hung it in a nearby coat closet knowing how picky Kurt could be with how his clothes were handled depending on their price tags, labels, fabrics and whatever other combination of requirements factored into their care. Best not to make any mistakes until he figured out what that method was, yeah? “I see you made it okay? Hope the drive wasn’t that horrible. Come on. Let me show you around. Past–you know–the entrance. As nice as it is,” his thumb jutted over his shoulder in the direction of the hallway, “The food’s that way.”
Like it was the most natural thing in the world to do by now–he took Kurt’s hand smoothing his thumb over the knuckles he could reach and lead him out of the wide open foyer with it’s beams of sunlight coming through the stained glass above the door and surrounding the windows down the hall littered with family portraits. “Bathroom’s there and–,” the amber light in the hall became more natural until it was sunlight beaming in through large windows. “The kitchen,” Kurt’s hand was released from his gentle hold and he wriggled his fingers towards a row of bleached wood counterstools. “Have a seat. Everything’s about done. Can I get you anything to drink? Coffee? Orange juice? Then fill me in on if you got any sleep. Which you better have.”
“Thanks. It seems like a chill place.” Sam said with a nod. He did prefer places with ocean views, but getting away seemed to do him good enough for now. “You think?“ Sam said. It was kind of weird for him to not know where the food came from, but then again, he tried to keep an open mind. “I’m sure I’ll find it, can’t be too far.’
“I guess it can be sort of chill,” Blaine smiled warmly then checked out the area around them nodding as his shoulders hitched in a shrug. “It’s Ohio after all.” Lima was chill in the aspect of being quiet. Most of Ohio was. Seeing as how nothing much happened. For that sense of the word? Sam was spot on. In other ways? Not so much. “Yeah–I think. Oh! Sorry. I don’t actually live here. I’m from Westerville. This is a meeting place for my friends and me. Sort of a midway point to hang out on the weekends. Listen? If it isn’t weird and you want company? I can try to show you where I think it’s at? Unless you’d rather explore the place yourself.”
“Oh, what’s the matter with the crowd I’m seeing? Don’t you know that their out of touch? Well, should I try to be a straight-A student? If you are then you think too much,” Blaine sang from the front of the stove tossing his spatula in the air between each tap of his loafer against the stone floor. Flipping eggs like a pro much, Anderson? Why yes–yes he was. “Don’t you know about the new fashion, honey? All you need are looks and a whole lotta money.” A little dash of salt and a sprinkle of pepper. Damn right! This was an amazing creation! Breakfast fit for two kings! Or two starving Warblers on their weekend off. Most importantly? He wanted to impress his pending company with some serious cooking skills.
“It’s the next phase, new wave, dance craze, anyways. It’s still rock and roll to me!” Cooked to perfection–the eggs hit their plates with a deft scoop, scoop and a cheeky grin when he heard a knock. His pan hit the sink with a pop and a fizz so he could snatch a red and white checkered towel from the counter to clean off his hands on the way to answer. Excitement sped up his steps through the house. Jogging. He was jogging. Blaine tossed the towel over his shoulder–slid a foot or so the rest of the way–grabbed the doorhandle and greeted Kurt with an elated smile. “Kurt! Hey! You made it just as I was finishing up. Come in, come in,” he batted past his side and stepped back to let Kurt into the foyer. “Can I take your coat?”
“I’m kind of new around here.” Sam said. He didn’t want to ramble, not in first introductions. “Is there a grocers around here? I’m trying to stock up.”
Blaine leaned against the short stone wall bordering the bus stop outside the Lima Bean aimlessly watching people pass by as he wasted time after saying a weekend goodbye to the rest of the Warblers. Hearing someone speaking beside him drew his attention towards the source. A warm, welcoming smile greeted Sam from the get go. “Hey, well, welcome to Lima,” Blaine had to think about his question for a minute, “Uhm–there’s a grocery store a couple blocks down–I think?”
[text|Blaine]: Probably for the best. [text|Blaine]: I think I’m going to head to bed [text|Blaine]: You should too :p
( mssg » kurt | sent ) On that note? I think you’re right. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) I’ll see you in the morning, Kurt. ( mssg » kurt | sent ) Text or call when you’re on your way so I know when to start cooking. ( mssg » kurt | sent )
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