Chapter 1

There were plenty of productive things Kurt Hummel could have been doing at 9:30am on this particular Saturday morning but going to the new toy shop was not one of them. How he and his friends managed to break Rachel's new karaoke machine was beyond him. Kurt was sure he saw Mercedes and Quinn accidently dropping the machine down the stairs during another girls-plus-Kurt sleepover, but he decided he wouldn't say anything. Instead of having to face one very annoyed Rachel Berry if she found out that they had broken it, Kurt opted to go and get her a new one. He just hoped that the girls had somehow found a way to cover it and give him enough time to get the machine and then back to the Berry residence.

Kurt pulled up into a space to park his car as close to the shop as he could, and looked up at shop. Two doors away from Sheets and Things, 'Toys and Stuff' was written above the doors in big childish letters. The place was crawling with little children wanting everything inside the shop and their parents trying to control them, but failing miserably. Kurt was suddenly regretting his decision to come to the shop; he even missed his skin care regime for this! Kurt doesn't ever miss his regime; Quinn and Mercedes had better love him for this.

Standing amidst the perfectly aligned toys, Kurt went to find out where they sold karaoke machines; this proved to be quite difficult considering he had never before stepped foot into this shop. It was made harder by the fact that everywhere he turned were children playing with the toys. Making a disgusted face as one child nearly got paint on his new McQueen sweater, he took a deep breath and calmed himself down. Kurt made his way around the shop, trying to avoid anyone he may recognize; he really doubted he would see anyone, but knowing Kurt's luck, someone would spot him. Finally, he found what he was looking for.

Rows of karaoke machines lay in front of Kurt; Rachel must have been in her element when she came here! He knew which karaoke machine was Rachel's almost instantly as she had shown him it too many times to count in the past week. As Kurt leant over to look at the price tag, something very hard collided into the back of his head. He whirled around and suddenly everything started spinning, just before he lost his balance Kurt could feel someone with a firm grip holding onto his arms.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hit you! Oh god. I was just playing around with the helicopter and then I just somehow lost control of it." The boy only then realized that Kurt had yet to reply to him. "Are you okay?" Kurt groaned; the room had finally stopped spinning but he could feel a bruise forming on the back of his head; another one to add to the bruises from all the locker slams he receives at school. Kurt looked up at the boy holding him up and warm hazel eyes, filled with concern, were looking at him. Taking in the rest of his appearance, Kurt could only describe him as gorgeous. Before Kurt could study him anymore, his head gave a painful throb.

"I think- uh- I need to sit down." Kurt said closing his eyes, trying to dull the pain.

"Oh, yeah, of course. I'll take you to the staff room. It'll be quieter there." The boy wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist, steadying him. Kurt began to protest this; no one ever willingly helped him. He was the gay kid. You wouldn't want to 'catch' the gay. But before he managed to get a word out, the boy began to drag Kurt through the shop. Kurt didn't take any noticed to his surroundings; all he knew was that this gorgeous boy had his arm around Kurt's waist!

"I'm Blaine by the way. In case you wanted to complain to my manager or something. I wouldn't blame you. I feel awful about this. Only I could hit someone with a toy helicopter."

"I'm Kurt. And a toy helicopter- are you serious?" Kurt exclaimed. He felt so stupid. How could a toy helicopter give him a bruise that was surely forming on his head.

"It was my entire fault. I was seeing how fast it would go, and I managed to hit you." Blaine said as they reached the staff room. Kurt sat himself down on a battered old sofa, but the movement made his vision blur.

"Slow down there Kurt. I don't want you fainting on me! I'll go get you some water" Blaine said.

"I'm fine. I can get myself a glass of water." Kurt tried to pull himself up, and felt the room spin once again. Blaine held onto Kurt's arms so he could steady himself, and then gently lowered Kurt back onto the sofa.

"Don't be silly, I'll get you that glass of water. Don't move." Kurt could hear Blaine fumbling around in what he suspected was the kitchen and heard water running.

When Blaine came back carrying a glass of water and a bag of ice wrapped in a tea towel, Kurt looked shocked. Most people would just leave him be and expect him to deal with it himself, but here Blaine was, looking genuinely concerned that he had hurt Kurt.

"Blaine, I'm okay. You don't need to do this. I can look after myself."

"Drink up" Blaine said, handing the water and ice to Kurt who accepted them gratefully. "And it's okay, I feel terrible. I hope it hadn't bruised or made a bump. Hold the ice to it and it will hopefully stop it from swelling."

Holding the glass in one hand, and the ice in the other, Kurt put the ice to his head. But as he did this he managed to spill some of the water; luckily it didn't go over his new sweater.

"Whoa, you don't want to ruin that McQueen sweater! Let me help." Blaine said, sitting down next to Kurt and taking the ice from his hand and holding it to his head. Kurt just sat there gaping at Blaine. He had recognized his sweater. No-one ever recognizes the design of his clothes! Blaine laughed at Kurt's expression.

"Come on. Give a guy some credit. I saw that in Vogue last month, and I must say it looks amazing."Kurt carried on gaping at Blaine and he chuckled. "Seriously, I've got to keep up to the stereotype somehow."

"So you're gay?" Kurt asked, timidly; unsure of what Blaine's reaction may be.

"Well, yeah." Blaine laughed, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Kurt felt himself smiling; he didn't know any other gay guys. Hopefully Kurt would be able to get to know him; it would be nice for him to be able to talk to someone who knows what he is going through. "You didn't notice? Most people do- they are always so quick to judge."

"Yeah, I get that a lot too." Kurt was suddenly fully aware of this insanely attractive gay guy sitting close next to him, he was starting to feel slightly self-conscious.

"Wait, you're gay too?" Blaine looked as equally shocked as Kurt did.

"Really, Blaine? I'm pretty sure that I'm a walking stereotype. And you were shocked I didn't think you were gay." Kurt laughed making Blaine look away sheepishly. "I thought gays were supposed to have the best gaydar. Way to break the stereotype."

Blaine grinned. "I know right! So, do you want to go out and get a coffee? It's only down the road, and it'll be on me; I feel terrible about that" He said, gesturing towards Kurt's head. "I mean, if you're feeling okay that is."

"Yes!" Kurt answered too fast. "I mean, that sounds really nice. I'm feeling better now anyway, coffee would be great"

"Oh that's okay, it's a date. I can just take my break now, they won't mind. Give me five minutes so l can go and tell my boss I'm taking my break." Blaine took the ice off of Kurt's head and stood up. "I'm pretty sure we won't be able to take this to the coffee shop so I'll just put it away and then go and talk to my boss. I'll be back in five."

Kurt chuckled. "Okay." Blaine turned and walked out of the room to find his boss. Did he really just ask Kurt to go and get coffee? He hoped that Kurt forgave him for the whole hitting-him-on-the-head-with-a-helicopter thing. He wanted to get to know Kurt, he seemed so intriguing. Not to mention the fact he was extremely good looking.

Kurt stayed on the sofa. Was this a date? Two gay guys can go out and get coffee together without it being a date. But, what if it is? Kurt had never been on a date before, in fact he had never met another gay person, and he certainly didn't expect to meet anyone in Lima. He began to get himself flustered over it. What if Blaine didn't actually like him? He probably just wanted to get rid of his guilty conscience, because of his poor use of a toy helicopter, and then never speak to him again. Kurt really wanted this to be a date though. Before he could work himself up even more, Blaine walked through the door.

"You ready to go?"

"Yeah." Kurt said as stood up, he felt fine apart from the dull ache in the back of his head. That was going to hurt in the morning, but he had had worse before.

"Are you okay Kurt?" Blaine asked, a guilty look on his face.

"I'm fine. I'm fine. The world is no longer spinning!" Kurt laughed, of all the ways he could have met this boy, and it had to be because of Kurt getting hurt from a flying piece of plastic.

"What's so funny?" Blaine asked.

"It's just that, I'd never normally go out for coffee for someone that had injured me before."

Blaine looked down. "I'm so sor-"

"Don't finish that sentence, everything's fine. It was unintentional." Kurt moved towards Blaine gesturing that they should get going.

"Okay, let's go." Blaine said moving towards Kurt so he could put his arm around his waist to steady Kurt if he fell. Both boys knew Kurt didn't need the stability, but neither protested. They enjoyed the closeness and just hoped that the other felt the same as well. Kurt smiled and allowed Blaine to lead him out of the toy shop.

"-so I ended up having to go out and buy Rachel this new karaoke machine. You don't want to be on the bad side of that girl when it comes to anything to do with her admittedly amazing talent."

Blaine laughed at that. "I totally understand that! I have this one friend, Nick, who is completely obsessed with Harry Potter. I once accidently spilt chocolate milkshake over his book and he gave me this huge lecture about the importance of his books which turned into him telling me about how great the books are. I don't know. But, anyway, I'm now forbidden to drink chocolate milkshake anywhere around him."

The start of their coffee 'date' had been composed of a slightly awkward silence. Neither of them really knew what to say, so Blaine started asking Kurt about his interests and Kurt had mentioned being in his school glee club. He had expected Blaine to glare at him disapprovingly or laugh at him, but once again he had surprised Kurt. Blaine explained about being in his glee club at school too, and from then on they hadn't stopped talking. They found that they had so much in common, not just both being gay. Kurt found that even in things that Blaine liked but didn't really interest Kurt, he would still be just as fascinated as if they were talking about Broadway or something similar. Kurt noticed Blaine was exactly the same; he would actually listen to Kurt and not turn the conversation around on himself.

Blaine glanced at his watch; he was late. "I'm sorry Kurt, but I have to go. I've got to get back to work at the Toys and Stuff."

"Oh. Yeah, of course." Kurt couldn't help but feel disappointed he couldn't get to know Blaine some more.

"Come on, I'll walk you back to your car." Blaine smiled at Kurt, feeling disappointed he had to leave as well. But he had made other commitments; he couldn't help that. Both boys grabbed their empty coffee cups, throwing them into the bin as they walked back towards the toy shop.

As they reached Kurt's car, Blaine turned around to Kurt handing him a piece of paper. Kurt opened it up, realizing that it must be Blaine's mobile number. Sometime when Kurt wasn't with him, he had managed to write his number down.

"So, uh, if you want to meet up again, you could send me a text or something. Or just text me to let me know that you're okay" Before Kurt could reply, Blaine said "See you around Kurt." He turned his back and started walking back into the shop giving Kurt a wave and a small smile.

When Kurt got home, he went straight up to his room and lay on his bed. He could feel the pain in his head coming back. He was almost certain that there was a bruise there. But he didn't mind, he had Blaine's number in his hand. Had a gorgeous boy really just given him his number? He couldn't believe it. Just as he was about to dwell on his day he felt his phone vibrate.

Where are you? You were supposed to be back at least an hour ago! - M

Kurt groaned, he had completely forgotten to get Rachel's karaoke machine. Well, at least that would mean another trip to Toys and Stuff.

AN: So this is the first chapter of my very first fic. Please let me know what you think of it and if you want me to continue thanks!