A/N so this is based on a hallmark original movie I saw, really liked the idea of Kurt and Blaine having this story. Kurt and Blaine are both 25, and they live in ohio, Singing isn't a part of their life's and Glee club isn't a thing either. I'm not sure when my other stories will be updated, or if they even will, I know sorry. I am positive that this story will actually be finished because I like it a lot and I've already written most of it. I don't own anything, even though I wish I did. Reviews and messages are appreciated.


10 years ago...

"Are you sure you don't want me to walk you up to the porch?" His mother ask as she pulls her red ford into the driveway, He ignores her and grabs the rear-view mirror, pulling it to stare at his teeth and adjust his thick rimmed glasses.

"I don't have any thing stuck in my teeth do I?" He turns to his mother and asks, his voice sounds panicked and his hands are sweating as he wipes them on his suit pants.

"Let me see." She replies fondly leaning in to look closer "Nope. All clear." she flashes him a smile and touches one of the hairs that's gone awry. He breathes deeply and mutters to himself running his palms all the way along his thighs.

"Oh, Honey. You look so handsome. You're gonna have a great time with each other. You'll see." She smiles again and grabs his hand too stop the movement."Oh, and I want a picture of you two." She starts rummaging in the side compartment.

"Mom, no." He whines tilting his head hopping that would still work on her. "Oh, come on please." She's got that hopeful look in her eyes which means, by now, he has no choice "Just one."

He stutters for a minute and his eyes flash back to the porch "O-OK." He unbuckles his seatbelt, "but you promised you'd let me walk to the door by myself."

"I know, I know. I'll be right here in the car." she puts her hands on the wheel to try and calm him down. "Waiting." and she nods at him to leave, because she can see he's getting hesitant.

He stands up out of the car and brushes his suit down, leans by the window to check he hasn't left anything then takes a deep breath.

"OK." He says to himself as he walks up to the porch steps, he looks back at his mother who's smiling reassuringly and waving him on. He's suddenly at the door, and he can smell the foreign fragrance of someone else's home, his hand hovers of the wood before he knocks 'Come on, you can do this.' He knocks three times and then wonders if it was loud enough, or if there was a doorbell, or what if he's already left?

His thoughts are put to a stop when the door opens and- the most beautiful boy he's ever seen is standing there is a tight purple shirt with black jeans and high tops. "Hi, Kurt." He says smiling at the boy, as he swings on the door slightly.

"Blaine! You're..." His eyes go down, Blaine's suit, "...so dressed up." And that's when Blaine realises he looks like he's dressed for a wedding and Kurt looks like he's headed out clubbing. Kurt laughs "Are you trying to make me look bad?" He jokes grinning at Blaine, Who's face has suddenly dropped. "It was a joke." Kurt mutters smile fading.

Blaine stutters again and then holds out the white and red roses he got "Uh- this is- this is for you" He smiles again as Kurt takes a hold of it.

"Thanks! They're beautiful..." He turns and puts it straight down on the table by the door.

"Um- so are you, Are you ready to go?" Blaine asks, he has his hands grasped in front of him, like his father said, 'always present yourself formally to those you hold affection towards.'

Kurt looks hesitant, "Yeah, I told everybody to meet us out in front of the gym." He leans his back against the wall and nods casually.

Blaine's face falls, then he fakes a smile "Oh,Every-everybody?" He asks softly his face is crinkled in confusion. Kurt looks dead straight at Blaine,

"I invited a bunch of friends to come with us, I thought it would be fun to go as a big group." He grins again and rocks up on his toes then back on his heels, Blaine nods. "Don't you think?" He tilts his head looking hopeful at him,

"...Yeah." Blaine replies only slight disappointment showing.

Blaine mother is standing in front of them clutching a camera two her chest, her smile is huge as she instructs them to move in closer from where they're awkwardly standing already a meter apart, The both hesitantly step closer they're shoulders brush and Blaine looks over at Kurt.

"Smile Blaine." His mother comments as she presses down on the flash.


Now...

Blaine's sat at his desk, he looks different now, but not by a lot. He still has those thick glasses and his hair is still plastered to his head in 8 inches of gel. Yet the muscles under his shirt show a different story to his stumpy high school figure and the slight evidence of stubble is also a big milestone. He glances up at the couple sitting in front of him, "so the software we issued you with records invoices, it keeps everything organised, so when tax time comes it's a snap." He smiles at himself, because really that's as far as his humour goes. "It saves time for me, and money for you."

"Um- where do I enter that information?" the woman opposite him ask as she looks behind the little girl perched on her lap who looks exactly like her.

"In fact, Clare has volunteered to be my billing department." her husband states, smiling at the two.

"well, I can walk you through it, if you want?" Blaine replies looking between the two "You just have to remember to enter all your set up expenses because they're all deductible." He explains trying to maintain eye contact with both parties.

"Will do, thank you." Clare replies grinning at Blaine. "These are beautiful, are they all the same photographer?" She asks gesturing the the row of framed photos hanging behind Blaine. He turns and glances at them,

"Yes, they are... actually, its um- me." He smiles again, proud of his work.

"Really?" Clare asked, because you can't tell what kind of talent Blaine would have just by glancing at him. "Listen, we really appreciate your help." The man replies grabbing all the files needed and standing up.

"Oh, actually, Saturday, are you doing anything? We're having a party on that day for Megan's birthday." He gestures to the little girl who has he hair tied in pig tails and a colouring book tucked under her arm.

"I'm a big giw, I'm tuwning six!" She hops on her toes then back on her heels and makes Blaine think of that boy from high school.

"Oh really?" he chuckles, The man stroked her head

"We're just having some friends over, but, we'd love you to join us- if you're not busy?" He asks hopefully smiling softly at him.

"Thanks Finn, I'll drop by." He's smiling again, he doesn't usually get party invites, never mind if its for a six year old.

"Great! Um- my step-brother Kurt is in town, you two were in the same high school class, weren't you?" He asks picking up his daughter and holding her on his hip with one arm.

Blaine looks taken aback, he never realised that was Kurt's brother, and it also makes him panic slightly thinking about seeing him again, even the possibility. "Y-yeah, I remember Kurt. Um, how is he doing?" He asks curiously.

Finn shrugs and grins "You can find out for yourself, Saturday, two o'clock."


The coffee shop is pleasantly warm compared to the wind outside, "Yes, yes. I'll talk to him about it right now, and then I'll put her name and number right in front of our boy and I'll watch him squirm, bye Hun." The man touches the earpiece he has on and shuts his phone down into his pocket as he walks over to Blaine.

"Who's gonna squirm?" He asks over the noise of coffee machines and babble.

"You are." He replies smiling as he takes his coffee from the barrister and hands over the money, "so, when's our next round of golf?" He asks amusedly striding away.

Blaine follows "Do you really think we should keep playing? We have got to be the worst golfers ever. I mean, we quit by the 6th hole or lunchtime. Whichever comes first, we should come up with a new sport, like..." Blaine looks confused for a second as the man chuckles at him, "Miniature golf or bowling." The man opposite him grins,

"Ooo, bowling. I like bowling." He says as his eyes flash to the door, "guess who just walked in?"

Blaine looks over at the tall man in a fitted and expensive looking suit who smiles at him as he walks past, Blaine keeps his eyes on him until he turns around and smiles again, "Aaaand, he saw me." The man standing next to Blaine laughs.

"You should go talk to him." He smiles gently at his friend, "This isn't the first that he smiled at you. He likes you."

Blaine looks uncomfortable as he fidgets leaning against a table "I don't think so."

His friend shakes his head "See. There you go hiding under a rock again."

Blaine sighs, "You know as well as I do, every time I try to ask a man out it ends in disaster." He take his coffee from the counter and thanks the man.

"Why do you think that is?" His friend asks him loudly.

Blaine sips his coffee and it burns his throat, "I don't know. But its always the same, whether I'm set up by friends, or internet dating or matchmaking services. Nothing works." He states as he sits at a table by the window.

His friend laughs again "Woah, woaahh, woah. Maybe its not the meeting people part that you have a problem with, lets be honest. Socializing is not your strong point."

Blaine nods in agreement "The whole this is just so frustrating." His friend stops and considers saying something then stops, Blaine tilts his head,

"Have you ever heard of a dating coach?" Silence.

"A what?" Blaine asks looking unamused and unconvinced.

" A dating coach, Denise and I saw it on TV the other night. They're kind of like a private teacher you hire, to teach you how to date." His friend sips his coffee and waits for Blaine's reaction.

"...Dating coach." Blaine looks sceptical as he tries to figure out if he's joking or not. "Is there really such a thing?"

His friend smirks then takes out a piece of paper in his pocket, "and I found someone in the city for you." He slides of the folded paper. Blaine rolls his eyes the gives him a look, "She's got a bunch of clients, and a lot of people are trying it." He holds up his hand in an attempt to convince Blaine.

Blaine grabs the paper and unfolds it skimming his eyes across the paper "Wes, come on. This- this is just embarrassing. I couldn't do it, it's – it's too weird."

The man from earlier walks past holding a coffee, he smiles again and Blaine and struts out. Wes gives Blaine a knowing look and raises his eyebrows. Blaine sighs and looks at the paper again.


"Uh, I've never been to a dating coach before." Blaine looks uncomfortable and his shoulders are hunched as he perches on the obnoxiously red chair. "My friend Wes, called and thought," The woman behind the desk is fluttering around through the plants with a long golden watering pot, "You could help me."

She grinned condescendingly, "well that's why I'm here. To help people stop making mistakes in the modern dating world, and attract their perfect mate." She flourished her hand and grabbed a selection of papers.

Blaine nodded. "Great...Um- how do we get started?" He scratched at his arm and fixed his glasses.

"Well, what we need to do, is schedule you for a series of intensive one on one sessions" She widened her eyes as wide as her grin, "During this time, I am going to mould you, I am going to teach you the skills you will use, to attract, and hold on to, that special someone." She explained dramatically and winked a mascara covered eye at Blaine.

"Wow, how many sessions do we have?" Blaine was still moving around the chair and shifting his eyes quickly around the insanely decorated room.

"We have a number of packages to choose from," She opened one of the several leaflets she had on her desk, "I recommend you go with our DIAMOND package, its the longest and most intensive." She put her hands into fists and laughed loudly.

Blaine looked over the leaflet, and gasped for air, "Wow, its expensive." his eyes widened and he had to push his glasses back up.

He face gone unnaturally still, "Cost should be know matter when it comes to your future happiness, Blaine" There was a twitch just above her eye brow as she interlaced her fingers and rested her chin. "And don't worry, we have payment plans, and accept all major credit cards." She picked up another large pile of papers and placed it on Blaine's lap with a pen, "Now, just a little paperwork for you to sign."

Blaine looked up at her face and noticed how little she was blinking and cringed, leaning over to expect the paperwork, he flipped through a few pages, "I think, I just- I should take some time to... to think this over."