At a small table with armchairs in a Starbucks ten minutes walk from NYADA...
"Tell me about Blaine."
Kurt almost coughs up his soy latte but manages to keep it down, pressing a Starbucks napkin to his lips, eyes wide.
"I'm sorry?"
Adam's face falls into the easy grin that first enchanted Kurt, warm and friendly and damned sexy at the same time.
"You never talk about him!"
"With good reason!" Kurt gestures wildly with his napkin into midair, "He's my… ex!" It's hardly a good reason and they both know it, and a pointed glance from Adam lets him try again.
"He's my ex and he's not here. I don't want to talk about him when-"
"When you're still in love with him?" Somehow Adam manages to make it not sound condemning. "Why should that be a problem? I'm still curious about this mysterious dark-eyed crooner."
Kurt frowns. "Dark-eyed?"
"I may have sneaked a peek at that gorgeous photo of you two in your wallet while you were paying." He dodges a badly aimed swipe at his head, laughing, "What! You both do look gorgeous, I'm allowed to think that!" He sips, pensive, as if remembering something of his own past.
"I guess I'm just saying… He's a part of you, Kurt. A part of your life then, and now, whether you want that or not, and that makes me interested."
Kurt's eyebrows have risen so high they almost seem to be threatening to fly right off his face, despite his attempts to maintain a nonchalant tone, and failing.
"I-interested?"
Adam laughs again, but this time it's as if he's sharing an inside joke with Kurt for the first time.
"Very interested. It's not every day you meet someone quite so wonderful as the one sitting before me right now, and I for one would like to know precisely what kind of guy might interest such a person."
Mind reeling, Kurt is trying to piece together what Adam is saying, a compliment? His confusion (bashfulness) is blatantly apparent and soon an older, larger hand pressed over his finer one resting on the coffee table.
"Humour me, Kurt?"
Kurt can't quite figure out what his brain is trying to achieve, but somehow it manages to spit out four words-
"Lots of hair gel."
