Melting When You Smile
It was another sweltering June afternoon, and time seemed to move like molasses inside the Sweet Delight drive in. The air was thick and almost sticky, Kurt Hummel was as uncomfortable as can be in the unairconditioned box of suffering that was his work place. Being someone who would never sacrifice a good fashion statement for anything, even boiling heat, Kurt still wore his tight black skinny jeans and a nice custard colored button up. Barely anyone had come in today and Kurt was praying that he would be aloud to close early and not have to stare at the milkshake machine for four more hours.
Sitting on an old diner stool Kurt sat in front of an old, squeaking box fan that was not helping in the slightest. He reached over to the radio and turned the volume dial up as much as possible, the small structure was now filled with some new pop song Kurt didn't want to bother to sing to. In need of some relief Kurt got up and broke a small icicle off from inside the ice cream cooler and immediately held it to the pulse point on his neck. He hummed from the small amount of cold on him and even the cool droplets of water that were melting and falling into his shirt collar. His moment little moment of bliss was interrupted when a small tap on the order window got Kurt's' attention, he opened his eyes only to see a figured waiting for his assistance.
"Oh Hello, welcome to Sweet Delight what can I get you?" Kurt said quickly in his usual polite tone, tossing the remaining ice to the floor.
He realized he had closed the window to keep whatever cool air he was trying to get from the fan, embarrassed he pushed the window up only to immediately become frozen.
"W-what can I get for you?" he tried to ask smoothly, the stranger in front of him was dangerously attractive and even stylish. Black slicked back hair, thick framed sunglasses, a soft gray shirt, and his hands...they intrigued Kurt the most because almost every finger had a silver ring on it. Behind the boy he had noticed a blue Mustang and suddenly Kurt felt like he was dreaming.
"How about a large vanilla shake," the boy practically purred, tipping his sunglasses down to look at Kurt, showing him his honey colored eyes, "with sprinkles mixed in." he finished with a wink that made Kurt's knees a little weak.
"Sure thing, just a moment." Kurt managed to say without stuttering, he turned around swiftly and began making the shake while his customer began to hum a familiar tune. God, Kurt had gained such a thing for bad boys for some reason in the past few months, this was the last thing he needed.
The order was odd but so was the boy who ordered it, well he wasn't odd he was more...breathtakingly attractive. With quivering hands Kurt passed the shake onto the sill and looked up at the boy again, he had a cigarette in his mouth now and had a smirk on his lips.
"Can I get you anything else?" Kurt asked politely and tried to ignore the smell of the boys' cancer stick. He took his time replying, stripping the straw of its wrapper and sliding it into the cup while holding eye contact with Kurt, making him blush.
"Hmm...maybe your name?" His voice was warm and Kurt could feel every syllable in his chest, small puffs of smoke coming from his mouth with each word. "I've never seen you here before, I'm Blaine."
"Kurt, my name is Kurt." his reply was shaky, Blaine made him so nervous.
Blaine grinned and threw the remainder of his cigarette on the ground before taking a sip of his milkshake, his eyes still on Kurt when he closed his eyes and made a small moan. Kurt wasn't just sweating from the weather anymore.
"Well Kurt, this is absolutely delicious, so I'll be back for another one soon." Blaine said thickly, before reaching into his pocket and dropping a few bills onto the sill. He threw one last wink at Kurt before slipping back into his car and driving off.
Immediately Kurt let himself breathe again, confused about what had just happened, was Blaine flirting with him? He swiped the money from the counter and put it in the register, but when he started counting the bills a small metallic click sounded out from the ground.
Kurt looked down only to see one of Blaine's rings on the floor, he dropped the money in the drawer and bent down to pick up the ring. He let it sit in his palm, it was completely smooth aside from one tiny engraving, the shape of a bird with its wings spread. It was a beautiful, as beautiful as the boy who was wearing it minutes ago. Kurt slipped it onto his right ring finger, it fit perfectly and looked nice, suddenly he felt silly and slipped it off and placed it under the register drawer. With a deep sigh he sat back down in front of the fan and replayed everything that had just happened in his head. Blaine would have to come back for his ring, and a milkshake at some point, and maybe then Kurt could learn more about him.