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Kurt sat alone in the Lima Bean, holding his cup of coffee. Since Blaine had decided to take up Spring band, Kurt was always out of school a bit earlier than him. It was unfortunate today, though. With the end-of-the-year concert coming up, Blaine had a lot of long practices. Kurt had only gotten the text saying that he 'couldn't make it' a few minutes ago, though. He guessed it was for the better. He was excited to see Blaine perform in something other than singing. It was still hard to believe – Blaine in a band outfit, marching around playing a tuba or some other large instrument. Kurt laughed to himself as he imagined the thought.

He heard a voice laughing at him from behind.

He immediately froze, wondering how long this voice had been listening to him.

"Has he been watching me this entire time? What if he followed me in? Oh god, what if he stalks me home? What if I get raped! Right now! What will my dad say! Oh god, what about Blaine! Blaine!" He thought and panicked. "Okay. Kurt. KURT. Just…just turn around. It's gonna be okay."

Kurt then turned around slowly and saw the boy behind him. He was thin, but muscular. He wore a grey v-neck tshirt and fitted jeans. His black converse sneakers were covered with mud, implying he had walked a long way. He looked around his age, and his golden-brown hair shone in the sunlight pouring in from outside. His blue eyes sparkled as he laughed at Kurt. He was gorgeous.

"…Excuse me, but do I know you…?" Kurt muttered quietly.

"Pardon?" The boy asked.

"I asked if I knew you."

"Oh, um, no. But, if this helps, I've been watching you daydream into space for about ten minutes. You're practically sitting over here staring at nothing, seeing as if you've just been sent to heaven. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's adorable, but I mean, it's really funny, also."

"Oh. How long have you been watching me?" Kurt blushed, embarrassed.

"Not long. I came in around twenty minutes ago. I'm trying to find my way around here. I'm new to Lima…just moved here. Apparently this is the place to be?"

Kurt gazed at the boy, confused. Why were his sneakers so muddy? Did he walk? Think. Focus, Kurt. Focus.

"Yes, the Lima Bean is very 'happening' as some would say." Kurt got up and joined him at his table. "My name is Kurt. Kurt Hummel."

"Oh, nice to meet you! I'm Chandler Russell." Chandler smiled.

"So, what school are you going to, now that you've moved?"

"Oh, a school by the name of McKinley, or something? I don't know, my dad knows the name of it. I'm a senior, and I wanted my senior year to be great, but…moving has been tough. I don't really know anyone." Chandler shrugged.

"That's where I go to school! William McKinley High School! I'm a senior, too! And oh, don't be upset about moving. I can show you the ropes tomorrow at school if you'd like? I know how hard it is to move. I moved here in sixth grade when my mother died. It's hard. I'll help you out, though, if you'd like." Kurt smiled.

"That'd be awesome! And okay… if you don't mind my asking…it's totally cool if you don't feel comfortable…but um, I was just wondering…do you… well…" Chandler searched for words.

"Just spit it out!" Kurt laughed.

"Where did you get your shoes!" Chandler blushed immediately

Kurt nearly spit out his previous sip of coffee.

"Oh my god. That's all that you wanted to know? You have got to be gay, then. No offense, but no straight guy would ever do that. You probably sing Barbra Streisand songs around your house all day, too, don't you? I mean, I don't blame you – that's my favorite hobby." Kurt laughed.

"Umm…yeah…I am. And yes…I do…. is that bad? And you said you sing?"

"Well you're just full of surprises, aren't you? Yes, I sing. I'm in the Glee club at McKinley. You should come!"

"Well, heck… why not? After all, you are going to be my guide tomorrow. I kind of have no choice. Hey, in case we can't find each other, how about we get our numbers?"

"Sounds great!"

They both wrote down their numbers on Lima Bean napkins.

Kurt's phone started ringing "Teenage Dream". It was Blaine.

"Oh, that's… a friend! I'll see you tomorrow!" Kurt grabbed Chandler's number and darted out the door, answering his phone.

"Hey babe!"

"Hello love. Wanna meet me at Breadstix tonight for dinner? I just got out of practice, so I need to change. Meet me in say…thirty minutes? Sound good?"

"Sounds perfect."

"Great. I love you!"

"And I love you. Bye, sweetie."

"Bye!"

Thirty minutes pass, and Kurt is walking through the Breadstix front door. He tells the waitress a table for two, and is immediately seated.

"Well, I'd say you look amazing tonight." Blaine calls out from behind Kurt.

Kurt feels warm hands on his shoulder, and extends his neck around to pull Blaine in for a searing kiss. It was a battle for dominance, tongue-on-tongue, all getting hot and heavy within a matter of moments. Kurt let go, leaving Blaine stumbling backwards to regain balance.

"Well what was thatall about?" Blaine asked, confused as he sat down across from his boyfriend.

"Oh, nothing. I just missed you, that's all."

"Well, can you miss me more often?" Blaine winked.

"Maybe tonight." Kurt smirked as he cocked one eyebrow.

Their dinner was excellent. They had their usual, spaghetti and meatballs with no seasoning in the marinara. Their spaghetti was slurped in an ungraceful way that made it adorable. Blaine gazed at Kurt, with utter want in his eyes.

"Stop staring at me." Kurt giggled.

"I—I'm sorry. I just – you're just – you're amazing." Blaine muttered, starstruck.

"I love you so much." Kurt blushed.

"I love you so much more." Blaine reached across the table and took Kurt's hand, rubbing his callused thumb over the smooth silk of Kurt's skin.

Kurt then received a text from his dad. "UR CURFEW'S 11OCLOCK, DONT 4GET" it read. Kurt really had to teach his dad how to turn off caps lock.

"I have to go home." Kurt sighed.

"Home with me?" Blaine asked hopefully.

"No, I wish. My dad said that my curfew is 11, and it's 10:45 right now."

"It's 10:45! We've only been here for 15 minutes!" Blaine whined.

"Obviously not." Kurt stood up as he grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. "Love you."

Then, a napkin fell out of Kurt's pocket. Blaine picked it up, curious.

"Who is Chandler Russell, and why do you have his number…?" Blaine asked tentatively, sadness in his tone.

"Oh, new student at McKinley. He apparently got bullied at his old school, and so now he transferred to McKinley. He asked me to show him the ropes." Kurt rushed.

"Is he attractive?" Blaine pursed his lips.

"What?"

"I asked if he was attractive…" Blaine whispered.

"No, of course not! Why are you getting so jealous, Blaine? He's just a friend." Kurt rubbed Blaine's shoulders lightly. "Look, I'm in love with you. He could look like Taylor Lautner and I wouldn't care, just because he could never measure up to you, okay?"

Blaine relaxed. "okay. As long as you mean that.. I love you."

"I do. And I love you. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay."

Kurt pressed a slight kiss to Blaine's forehead, before Blaine snarled his nose in disapproval as he puckered his lips.

"Oh, you are such a child." Kurt teased.

"Mhmmm." Blaine mumbled, as his lips remained puckered.

Kurt obliged, and leaned in to press a chaste kiss to Blaine's lips.

"That's all?" Blaine whined.

"That's all." Kurt winked as he headed out the door.