Based off a picture I saw on my Tumblr dash. It was too cute not to write.
Working as a barista was surprisingly routine, Blaine had discovered.
There were the usual suspects, who always came in at the same time and ordered the same drink everyday, there were the people who had apparently never been in a coffee shop in their lives and had to ask what the difference between a cappuccino and a Frappuccino was, and then there was always the one truly weird incident, like the man who paid for his latte with a roll of quarters that Blaine was pretty sure he'd pulled out of his underwear.
Blaine had washed his hands obsessively that day.
There was one last person, though, who didn't fit into any of those categories. He could have been a regular, but he tended to mix up his order depending on the weather or the available flavorings, and he came in at different times, depending on his work schedule.
He was also incredibly gorgeous.
Blaine lived for the days when Kurt would show up during his shift, usually flushed a pretty pale pink now that the weather was turning a bit colder. Kurt would always catch his eye and smile, too, since they'd had a few instances of pleasant chitchat while Blaine was finishing up his drink. They really had a lot in common, and they typically ended up talking over each other like they'd been friends for years.
"Hey, Tasha," Kurt greeted as he stepped up to the counter. "Hi, Blaine."
"What can we get for you today, Kurt?" Tasha asked from the register as Blaine popped his head out from behind the espresso machine and smiled.
"I'm thinking a venti white chocolate mocha is just what I need today," Kurt said. "I spent a lot of my last shift digging ingredients out of the freezer."
"Ugh," Tasha said sympathetically. "Sucks, man. That'll be four sixty-five."
Kurt dug his wallet out of his diner uniform pants while Blaine got to work on his drink. As the espresso dripped, Blaine scribbled a quick message on the side of Kurt's cup. He looked like he was having a rough day, and Blaine wanted to see him crack one of his genuine, scrunchy faced smiles.
"Here you are!" Blaine said once he'd gotten the lid on tight. "One venti white chocolate mocha."
"Thanks, Blaine," Kurt said with a grateful smile. He took a long swig, letting out an appreciative sigh before noticing Blaine's surprise. "Secret message?"
Blaine just smiled and motioned for him to continue reading.
"And I'm following the arrow...caution: you are extremely hot," Kurt read. He snorted before breaking into laughter. "Oh my God, you're such a dork."
"But I'm your dork," Blaine said, pouting at Kurt playfully.
"I wouldn't have it any other way," Kurt said, leaning over the counter to peck Blaine on the cheek. "Your shift's done soon, right?"
"I could actually go punch out right now," Blaine said, glancing at the clock above the bathroom hallway.
"Then I'll wait for you out here, fiance," Kurt said.
"I'll be right back, fiance," Blaine said, untying his apron and heading for the back room.
Sure, it didn't take a lot of courage to leave a goofy message on his significant other's coffee cup. That didn't make it any less cute.
