This little Fic probably has on of the most twisted back stories of any of my Fics ever. Ok, so I was looking up the manes of the Warblers, and in the background of David's picture on Glee(.)Wikia(.)com, Blaine has this really cheesy smile on as he's sipping his latte. Now, I see it, and something in my brain goes "Lol…sipping your latte, buddy," and another part of me goes, "Yeah, sipping his latte LIKE A BOSS!" Hence, this terribly fluffy story. Do enjoy.
More than anything, he loved the way this place smelled. Every time he took a breath, the smell of coffee and chocolate filled his lungs. How long had he been coming here? How long had he been sitting at his table in the back by himself, doing Sudoku or reading a new book, or simply gazing into space listening to music? How many times had he breathed in that air that still managed to make him sigh? He didn't know, and frankly, he didn't care.
As of late, though, he hadn't been spending so much time alone in his little corner of the café. That's not to say he didn't absolutely love being not alone. In fact, it was in his little corner that he had realized, indeed, he absolutely loved the reason he wasn't being alone so much, too.
Still, that reason was running late, so he had one of those rare moments of silent seclusion at his dispose. He flipped through a magazine; he fiddled with his phone; he bought another coffee. Even just doing nothing, in the atmosphere of the shop was enough to keep him form getting to bored or impatient.
He people watched. One girl came in, screaming into her cell phone at the top of her lungs something that sounded like French, bought a dozen chocolate chip cookies and a very large coffee with lots of caramel and whipped cream on it, then stormed out to her car. Through one of the windows, he could just barely see her take a very large bite out of one of the cookies and drive off. In his head, he pictured a man on the other end of the phone, sheepishly confessing to doing her wrong and begging her for forgiveness. Of course, that forgiveness would never come to him, and comfort would only come to her in the form of sugar.
Laughing to himself, he took another sip of his coffee, and found he had reached the bottom. He checked his watch. Where is he? Despite all fibers of his being begging him not to, he got up and stood in line for yet another coffee. He knew that the caffeine would keep him up later, and he knew that the cashier would look at him funny, but he felt wrong to sit there, in a coffee shop, without a steaming cup of something in his hands.
"One medium drip…" He trailed off as the cashier gave him a look somewhere between confused and entertained. "What? I'm waiting for someone and I like coffee!" he explained, shrugging.
After paying for his third Styrofoam cup, he took his seat back in his corner. Checking his watch again, he began to get nervous. A minute of tapping fingers and sipping coffee later, he pulled out his phone and began to type out a text message.
"Where r u? Getting me nervous. Plz reply. I lov—"
But pair of hands on his shoulders almost made him drop his phone before he could finish.
"Sorry I'm late! What was that text?"
"Oh nothing. Just wondering where you were…and something I'm much happier to say in person."
"And what would that be?" he sat down across from him, stealing a sip of his drink.
"I love you."
I know! So much freaking fluff! But, I love it and it came out adorably. Happy almost Monday, everybody. May your lives be filled with good coffee…and Darren Criss. Good night!