A/N Nope, Glee isn't mine. I wish it was mine, so that Blainechel kiss wouldn't have happened. (Yes, I know they were drunk, so you can stop right now if you're gonna bitch at me for hating the kiss. I just don't like it.)

"Do you regret it?"

Kurt and Blaine were walking away from Warblers practice and were heading to their favorite coffee shop.

"Regret what, Kurt?"

"That kiss with Rachel last week."

Blaine stiffened. He was hoping to forget that little... incident. The day after the kiss, Rachel was asking him out and saying things that were supposed to be sexy but sounded slurred as she was still recovering from her hangover.

"No, I don't," Blaine raised his hands as he thought Kurt was going to interrupt, "I don't regret it because...now I know what a girl's lips taste like, and they were nowhere near my favorite flavor..." He trailed off, thinking of how a certain countertenor's lips would taste, imagining them tasting like coffee and French vanilla.

"And what may that be?" Kurt asked, teasing.

"Oh, I don't know...coffee, maybe French vanilla." The words slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them. He froze, awaiting Kurt's hasty excuse to leave, but was only met with an adorable blush on Kurt's porcelain cheeks.

"Oh, I love those..." Kurt knew that he drank coffee and loved French vanilla and just couldn't help but wonder if Blaine was talking about him. He thought that Blaine's lips would taste like cinnamon, sweet on one hand, but fiery and passionate on the other.

"What's your favorite flavor?"

Eyeing Blaine's lips, he blurted out, "Cinnamon."

Blaine blushed now, and it was comforting to Kurt that he, Blaine, the master of calm, cool, and collected, could get embarassed. They were obviously realizing that with their favorite flavors, came a set of perfect lips to come with it. Not noticing the Daltonites around them, they locked lips, finally tasting their favorite flavors, and ohmygod, this would be a lot better with a set of tongues to go with this, but oxygen is a major cockblock, so they pulled away, faces flushed.

"So, yeah, I think coffee and French vanilla are my absolutelyfavorite flavors now."

Kurt huffed a laugh, "Yeah, cinnamon's not half bad either."

"Shall we try them again?" wagging his triangular eyebrows suggestively.

Another laugh, "Maybe later. I need coffee now."

He mumbled, "Just makes me want to kiss you more."

A/N Thanks to Pokegirl11 for the constructive criticism for my little comments in the middle. (: Now the story is all smooth-flowy. :P