Hi! This is my fill for this year's Klaine week. Today: Monday - Early Klaine.

English is not my first language, and this fic hasn't been beta'd (hell, I haven't even read it twice^^) so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

Title: Untitled Early Klaine Fic

Author:

Disclaimer: If they were mine, Klaine would have never broken up in the first place

Summary: Kurt and Blaine go on their first "real" date

Word Count: 1,100-ish

Spoilers: None, except you consider their coffee orders an important spoiler :D

A/N: Set in S2, though I haven't rewatched that in awhile, so slight OOC-ness may occur.

Enjoy! :)

The iPhone vibrates right after Rachel has belted out the last note of another of her numerous, but admittedly breathtaking solos. Got the afternoon off practice. Lima Bean at 4? – Blaine xo

Kurt jumps from his seat and is almost at the parking lot the time the bell rings.

"Are you sure it's okay if I miss Warblers' practice today?" Blaine tugs at his tie nervously.

"Dude! Do you seriously think Wes would have sent that text to Kurt if he wasn't okay with you missing practice?" David practically yells at Blaine, who still cannot believe that the guy that makes him do 10 jump squats for every minute Blaine is late for Warblers' practice really set him up for a date with a member of their rival glee club.

"Okay. Well, then tell Wes I say thanks, I guess," Blaine mumbles and runs a hand through his gelled curls.

In the Hummel-Hudson house, a shower stops running and the door of an overflowing closet is being opened. When Kurt is finally fully dressed, it is three forty-five and there is a trail of wet towels, hairspray cans and dozens of shirts going through the entire house. Quietly humming a medley of his favorite Wicked songs, he brushes his teeth for the third time in succession. Kurt's not specifically planning on eating Blaine's face off, at least not on their first real date, but who knows?!

Not having to worry about clothes is probably one of the biggest advantages of going to a private school, Blaine thinks, slightly readjusting his navy uniform blazer. He enters the Lima Bean, orders a medium drip for himself and a nonfat mocha for Kurt – no, he does not know Kurt's coffee order; this is pure coincidence of course – and finds them a table in a corner opposite the entrance. Perfect fora first date, he thinks,protecting them from curious looks of other customers, but also not too isolated in case their conversation is terribly awkward and one of them leaves early. Which Blaine hopes is not the case.

Checking his appearance one last time in the pocket mirror he doesn't like to admit he carries, the dark-haired boy tries to push away the nervousness that has been inhibiting his mind for the last two hours.

"Shhh. Nice and calm, Kurt. You can do this. Courage. Courage. Courage." Kurt hyperventilates in his hands a couple of times, then pushes out a stuttering exhale and unbuckles his seat belt.

The air in the Lima Bean is warm and thick; buzzing excitedly with the chitchat of all the people in there. When the door opens and a cool gust of wind blows in, it goes almost unnoticed – almost. The boy sitting in a corner perks up and his eyes dart across the room; only relaxing when they lock with the piercing blue one's of the young man that has just entered the café.

All that Kurt can see when he first comes in are the honey-colored eyes that are looking directly at him. Kurt returns Blaine's dreamy gaze, and all the noise around him seems to be going still for a moment.

Blaine's breath catches in his lungs for a moment, but before the date is cut short by Blaine fainting and Kurt having to give him a mouth-to-mouth-resuscitation – which Blaine wouldn't mind at all, to say the least – he shakes off his dreamy daze and gets up to greet Kurt.

"Hey, Kurt! It's so good to see you!"

"Hi Blaine! How are you?"

"Good, I-I-I've missed you," Blaine stammers, "oh, and I already got you some coffee. Better drink it before it gets cold!"

"Aw, thanks, Blaine Warbler. How did you know my coffee order?"

"Huh? Oh, that must have been coincidence…" Blaine feigns surprise, but the knowing grin on Kurt's face indicates that he is failing miserably.

Kurt may not notice some things, for example that it is not really appropriate for a guy to wear a corset to school, but it never escapes him when a boy he has crush on shows any signs of liking Kurt back. So of course Kurt knows that Blaine probably memorized his coffee order when they went to the Lima Bean for the first time. He sees that Blaine's usually somewhat messy curls are more gelled and more neatly combed than normal. He can smell the cologne that Blaine usually never wears.

And he knows that Blaine never ever signs his text messages with xo.

"So, Blaine… How come the Warblers don't practice today? I mean, with Sectionals coming up, that's got to be really stressful for you." Leaning back in his chair, Kurt can't help but smile at the nervous expression Blaine is not able to hide.

"Yeah, that's actually the reason why we don't practice today. David's convinced that a pause of a couple of days will enhance our creativity or whatever," Blaine chuckles.

"That sounds cool… Mr. Schuester is going crazy about our choreography and stuff, so he makes us practice two hours every day. Ugh, I swear, if he changes our set list the day before the competition like he did last time, I am going to kill that man with my bare hands," Kurt sighs theatrically and sips at his mocha. Blaine still hasn't given away that he skipped school to hang out with Kurt, but the taller boy will make him admit it, and if it is the last thing he does.

"Two hours of dancing? That is insane," Blaine says incredulously. As an afterthought he adds, "Well, maybe we don't practice as much because… we are better than the New Directions?" He winks at Kurt teasingly.

"Oooor maybe there is another reason you are not at practice today?" Now it's Kurt's turn to twist his mouth into that slightly mocking smile that has been shared between the two so many times.

Blushing profusely, Blaine fidgets with his coffee cup and finally admits what Kurt has been waiting for all afternoon.

"Oh Kurt. Okay, all right, I admit it. I skipped the Warblers' practice today to hang out with you." His eyes shift from the table to Kurt's face again and he smiles coyly.

Blaine starts to say something else, but this time Kurt interrupts him: "Blaine Warbler. This may be the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me." Tiny little giggles rise from Blaine's throat, giddy with excitement; and before he can reply anything Kurt leans over the table and presses his mouth on Blaine's.

Their kiss is so passionate that they don't even register the spilled coffee that is running towards their bodies. All that matters now is the soft yet powerful embrace their lips are sharing.

Thanks for reading everyone! And remember how happy a couple of reviews would make me! :D