A/N- And I'm back. Well, the world needs some love right now, doesn't it? So, I am following the Klaine Valentine's Challenge over on Tumblr, starting with prompt 2 and by the end we should have a full length Klaine fanfiction on our hands. Once again, I've alternated the POV for each chapter, so check who it is you're reading at the top of the page! For ease of reading, I have seperated each person's POV by chapter, so some chapters are very short, others longer. I don't know when I'll be posting or how many chapters I'll be posting each time; it depends on the prompts and how the mood takes me, so bear with me! Enjoy :)

Prompt 2: Falling in Love in a Coffee Shop

Blaine

"Is this seat taken?"

"Yes."

I don't even bother to look up from my phone screen when I answer, I just wait until I hear the woman's footsteps fade away before I pick up my cup and drink, looking around as I do so. The Coffee Corner is busy; hardly a surprise at eight thirty on a Monday, and really, any coffee shop that sits right near an entrance to Central Park is never going to be quiet, owing to the amount of tourists who seem to be a constant and very annoying presence.

The woman whom I suppose asked to have the seat opposite is now glaring her annoyance at me from the line, but I pretend I don't see. Instead, I look past her to where the door opens again and a gaggle of college students enter, bringing with them a gust of the bitterly cold wind. The noise level seems to quadruple, with all of them somehow needing to decide out loud what they're having, and each and every decision needs to be precursed by an in-depth discussion with another member of the group. Huffing my frustration, I go back to my phone.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

"Yes," I almost snarl, and the feet, clad in smart Louboutins, quickly retreat. It's the taste in footwear that makes me look up, and I watch as a young guy heads over to the other side of the shop instead, squeezing onto a bench that's occupied by a couple sucking face. He perches awkwardly, and for a moment I feel bad. He's hot. Very hot, with light brown hair and blue eyes, but he's far too young, and he looks completely lost in his surroundings.

"Excuse me, is this seat...?

"Oh just have it!" I snap at the woman with a baby strapped to her chest. "I'm leaving."

It's the same the next day, and the next, and I'm starting to think I should find another coffee shop closer to work, but Coffee Corner makes damn good coffee, and I like the view the table by the window affords me. So does everyone else, it seems.

"Could I possibly sit here? Or is it taken?"

This time I look up. It's the college kid from the other day, and he's nervously clutching a takeout cup, biting his lip in a way that could be pretty cute, if one were into cute things. Which I'm not.

"It's taken."

"Oh."

His face falls, and he retreats to the same bench as before, only this time he has to contend with a loud, middle-aged couple who, they inform the whole shop, are visiting from Nebraska.

Lucky Nebraska, I'll bet they're appreciating the peace.

A mid-week trip to Tokyo means I'm saved from the morning coffee hell for a few days, and the insanity of Japan means that when I return to New York, Coffee Corner seems calmer; an oasis of peace, almost.

"Hey! Hi." The College kid stands awkwardly in front of me, and gives a wave. "I know this seat is taken, by someone whom I never actually see, but I was wondering if you are?"

I stare up at him. "Huh?"

"Taken. I was wondering if you're taken...or not?"

Leaning back in my chair, I let my eyes travel slowly from his feet all the way up to his face, where I purposely let my gaze linger on his lips before I reach his eyes. "If I am?"

"Uh...then I'll just uh...go."

"Right. And if I'm not?"

"Then..." He pauses, lets out a deep breath and then says "Then I'd like to ask you out on a date."

"No thanks."