Blaine put his glasses on and got out of his bed, smiling at the figure still in bed as he walked out down the hall and into the kitchen. He switched on the coffee machine and put some bread in the toaster. He heard some shuffling down in the bedroom and grabbed two mugs and put them on the counter.

"Hey baby," a tired voice called from the doorway.

"Ah, you're finally up, I've been up for hours," Blaine said with a smirk stretching across his face, "Coffee?"

"Definitely."

"So, my lovely Lola, how long until you start work? I'd ask for a quickie but we were never good at those." Blaine said as he walked over to his wife, wrapping his arms around her waist and winking at her.

"Yeah, we generally like to enjoy ourselves. But no, I have to have quick coffee and head out. You're still going to that old bookstore to find Chasing Fire?"

"On my way to work!"

"Alright good, remember, Nora Roberts. Don't forget it!" Lola said as she released herself from their embrace and walked over to the coffee machine and poured their coffees, but replacing hers with a travel mug.

"I won't forget it, you're the forgetful one in this relationship, remember? Or maybe you've forgotten." Blaine grinned, grabbing his coffee and saying a quick thank you before putting on the television to the news. He sat down and watched as story after story played, mostly bad news. He started to wonder why they never told people good news inbetween the tonnes of bad news.

"Okay baby, I'm off. Have a great day," Lola said as she walked over to Blaine with her travel mug and bag, placing a light kiss on his lips, "Love you."

"Love you too sweetie." Blaine said as he turned his attention to yet another bad story. He sighed as he turned the tv off, he'd heard enough bad news for one morning and decided to get ready for work, so he quickly finished his coffee and went back to his room. He put on a white long sleeve button up shirt with a navy vest over it with navy pants and felt ready for his day. He quickly checked his hair in the mirror of the bathroom as he walked down the hall, his unruly curls seemed to be tamed, and he smiled to himself and did the Fonz' signature move before walking out of the bathroom and grabbing his keys.

Kurt was woken up by his alarm as usual, groaning to himself as he lazily tried to find the snooze button. After he found it, he smiled to himself like it was a silent victory, and turned onto his back and rubbing his eyes before yawning and getting up. He walked through to his ensuite and turned on the shower. As he undressed he turned to the door where he could see his bed and sighed at the double bed for a single person.

He missed having someone around, and it had been so long since someone was there.

After his shower he got dressed in a black button up shirt with blue jeans. He blow dried his hair into his signature coiff, and yawned as he walked out into his living room, deciding to grab a coffee on his way to work from a take-away coffee place down the road. He put on his coat as he looked out the window to see rain pouring down and he rolled his eyes, putting the hood of his jacket up so as to not ruin his perfect hair.

His drive to work was slow, even with the radio on. He was frustrated by all the love songs playing so he eventually just sat in silence like he always did. He began questioning why he even turned the radio on to begin with, since he'd always turn it off anyway. He sighed to himself as he saw the coffee shop was full and instead just kept driving to work, deciding he'd make one there. Driving down the main road he saw a car crash to his left, which was stopping some traffic but luckily he wasn't in that lane. He distracted himself from his 'lonely' thoughts and began thinking about work, I should rearrange the whole place today, who cares if the usual people don't know where their favourite stuff is, it'll be a nice distraction for me. Then maybe a really handsome guy won't know where to find his book and I'll take him to the back.. no no. Okay. No need to think about boys. I'm 24, I've still got time. Now, maybe I could just rearrange my office. Yeah, that'd be okay. As long as I know where everything is..

Before Kurt knew it he had arrived at work.

"Ah, the bookshop." Kurt smiled to himself as he walked towards the door, getting the right key ready. He hated the big old door he had, it always took a few tries to unlock. Thats what you get when you have a bookstore thats all old books, Kurt.

After a few twists and turns and rising frustration, Kurt finally got the door open. He took in a deep breath, thoroughly enjoying the smell of all the old books. He saw the cart of books and wheeled it over to his counter and went and turned the kettle on. He checked his watch and smiled to himself, 8:30am, right on time. he went back to the door and put the open sign out of the lawn in front of the store and walked back inside. He already loved everything about his day. It was raining, which made the bookstore feel so much more homey and comfortable, and he was working at his bookstore. He felt happy.

He got a few books from the cart and figured which he'd read today. He decided on the Crime book, Citizen Somerville. He laid it on on the counter and made his coffee, placing it next to his book. He put a few books from the cart away, but didn't spend too much time on it, he wanted to read that book.

Kurt loved reading crime books, he wasn't really sure why, they used to scare him but now he just found them so interesting to read about stories of killers and stuff. As he opened his book and turned to the first page he took a sip of his coffee, and heard someone walk in. It was one of the regulars in his bookstore, so he said a quick hello and went back to reading his book, as it always was. Occasionally he'd talk to his regular customers and catch up, but usually they'd share greetings and go straight to their books. Whenever he told people that they always thought it would be so awkward, but Kurt found it pleasant and very comfortable. The man walked up the stairs in the middle of the store and went straight to the science-fiction books, like he always did. I'll ask him if he wants a coffee later. Kurt made a mental note.

After about 15 minutes of reading, the bell rang at the door, which happened when someone walked in. Kurts head shot up to see a curly haired man walking towards him with a smile on his face. Kurt practically dropped his book. This man was gorgeous, the most gorgeous he'd ever seen. His heart skipped a beat and his breath got caught in his throat when their eyes met. His hazel eyes were locked on Kurts, in the friendliest way possible. Kurt snapped himself out of his daze and put his book down, placing a bookmark in the page.

"Hi, how can I help you?" Kurt asked, he had to clear his throat after uttering that sentence, he felt like his voice was going to crack, and he wasn't going to embarrass himself in front of such an amazing man.

"Uh, yeah hi," the boy said, he seemed a little stunned too but Kurt didn't concentrate on that. He shifted his glasses and put his hands together, "I'm looking for a book, uh, Chasing Fire, by Nora something.." he trailed off. Kurt could tell he had tried to memerise the name, and smiled because he knew the book.

"Nora Roberts?" Kurt smiled

"Yeah, thats it!" The boy said, excited.

"Sure, come with me I'll get it for you." Kurt said as he got up out of his chair and walked around the counter towards the romance section. His legs felt like jelly and his chest felt like there was bricks on it, weighing him down. He made sure he walked ahead of the stranger so as not to stare and embarrass himself. That was the main thing on his mind. Not to embarrass himself. He walked to the back of the bookstore to the Romance section, it was cramped because there were so many books. He leaned over to find the book and after a few seconds he'd already spotted it.

"AHA!" Kurt said triumphantly as he grabbed the book and turned around to face the man. "Found it."

The look on this strangers face was just stunned. Kurt didn't know if it was because he found the book so fast, or if he was thinking the same thing as Kurt. It seemed like this man was staring at him, making Kurt feel awkward, so he decided to strike up some conversation.

"So have you read books by this author before?" Kurt asked as they walked back to the front desk. It seemed to startle the man a little, but he calmed down, or was good at pretending.

"Uh no, I'm uh, I'm buying it for my wife."

Kurt heart sank.

"Oh, well that makes more sense then, romance books aren't usually what I see guys buying unless its for someone else." Kurt said as he put his head down and walked back to the counter. Idiot, idiot. Of course he's married. A guy like that, that utter perfection. Could not be single. Or gay. Ugh.

"Yeah, sorry what was your name?" The man asked, who was apparently very interested in what Kurt was saying.

"Kurt." He said, holding his hand out over the counter.

"I'm Blaine," he smiled at him, shaking his hand. Kurt felt like electricity ran through their hands as they met, something he'd never felt before.

"Like David Blaine?" Kurt said with a little laugh as their hands parted.

Blaine laughed, and it was like music to Kurts ears, the best music he'd ever heard in his entire life. "Something like that." he said as he kept smiling, and Kurt was so drawn to Blaine, he didn't understand it. His face when he was smiling was the most beautiful thing Kurt had ever laid eyes on, and he wanted to look at it forever. But then he snapped back into reality and realised that wouldn't happen. That after Blaine left he'd probably never see him again.

"Okay, so that's $10.50," Kurt said as he printed a receipt. Blaine grabbed his wallet and handed him the money, telling him to keep the change. They made small chit chat as Kurt put the money in the register, talking about what books they liked, and Kurt felt like his heart was going to explode out of his chest. Instead of that happening, Kurt smiled at him as he handed him the book, having a little glimpse of hope that maybe he'd see him again. Somewhere. Anywhere.

"See you later," Blaine nodded as he put his wallet away, looking directly at Kurt, almost like he was taking a mental picture of him. He turned and walked towards the door with his book. For his wife. Wife. He's married. Fuck.

"Bye bye Blaine." Kurt said, and waved a little.

And then he was gone.

Kurt slumped back into his seat, his insides feeling like mush, like his bones ached to move and run after Blaine, just to talk to him for one second more. He opened up his book, and began reading again.

He must've read that same line about 5 times, he couldn't concentrate on his book. Not at all.

Love at first sight. No, I've never believed in that before, why would I now? Kurt sighed ...because my soulmate just walked out of the door and I may never see him again. That's why.