Even though he couldn't be seen, Blaine could've sworn that people knew he was there.

He was sitting at a coffee shop in Ohio – he hadn't been to Lima at all in the past couple of years - and when people walked in, they avoided his table, as if they somehow knew he was there. But they didn't, of course.

He sighed, craving a coffee, even though he didn't drink it. He always started at coffee shops. They were warm and friendly and always felt like a first date was occurring. They smelt like book clubs and coffee beans, with an air of composure and sophistication. Blaine loved the atmosphere – even if he didn't find a couple, he always left feeling like every day was Valentine's Day.

He tapped his fingers on the dark wood of his table idly, taking a cursory glance around the place. There were currently two couples - one was radiating lust and tension, the other full of life and...Blaine had to admit it, kind of corny. They were spoon-feeding each other, giggling when they missed or heaped too much on the spoon. Honestly, their heart eyes could be seen from space. Even Blaine - the master of love - was almost sickened by it. Definitely not them. Not today, at least. He'd give them until the honeymoon period ended and then see where they were. The other couple - the lusty ones - ate their food separately, with almost shy glances from dark eyes. If Blaine didn't have to feel their lust, he would've picked them as quite a prudish, nerdy couple. But no. Definitely no.

Blaine sighed. Okay. So it was only ten.

He watched the couples leave, being replaced by others. Unlikely couples and obvious couples. They were all just people to Blaine. He could feel their love - feel how strong or how weak, and he knew how long a relationship would last.

Fours hours later, and still not a couple worthy of true love walked in. There was always something wrong. One was cheating, one was a liar. Commitment issues. Daddy issues. Sibling issues... It didn't happen often, but Blaine came across some weird ones. He once came across a couple that were half-siblings...but they didn't know. Blaine wanted to shoot them. Just for fun.

Finally, a couple walked in, and Blaine felt the love radiating from them. He was early forties - balding with a baseball cap on. He had an old work shirt and dark blue jeans on - a typical working man. He was nothing special. She must've been around the same age, maybe late thirties. Her reddish brown hair was cut into a bob, and her style wasn't typical of her age - she actually had some. They walked into the shop holding hands, sat down and ordered. They were boring. Regular. And that's why Blaine picked them.

The angle was slightly off, so he moved around to the side of the coffee shop, almost crawling behind a pot plant to make the shot. He could shoot through leaves. Easy. He took aim, letting the arrow go, and watched love in it's proper form. He gave a happy sigh, before sitting back down at his table.

The couple he'd shot left, and more came to replace them. Blaine didn't shoot anyone else - he wasn't satisfied with the love he found. Most of them were teenage couples - unfaithful ones that had no idea that they weren't right for each other. He gave another sigh, getting up - he'd obviously overstayed his welcome in this coffee shop. But he wasn't done with Lima. Not even close.

And then the most beautiful man Blaine had ever seen stepped into the shop.

Blaine was almost breathless, staring shamelessly with wide, unblinking eyes. He followed the boy up to the counter, just watching him. He had the most perfect face – brilliant glasz eyes that sparkled. Fine, beautiful cheekbones with chestnut hair that looked so soft. Hell, even his nose was perfect. His porcelain skin was flawless, and Blaine stopped himself from staring as the pale flesh disappeared beneath an ivory scarf.

"Welcome to the Lima Bean, how can I help you?"

Blaine had never felt anything like this before. Sure, there were cute boys that Blaine had secretly woken up next to, but only for their company. He had never loved, nor felt anything stronger than a certain fondness for someone.

But Blaine was pretty sure this was love.

"Grande Non-Fat Mocha, please."

Even his voice was perfect.

"Name, please?"

"Kurt Hummel."

Kurt Hummel.

Blaine said it out loud, just to feel how good it sounded rolling off his tongue. Of course, Kurt didn't turn around to answer to his name. Blaine knew he wouldn't, but even so, he wished he had.

"Your drink will be ready soon." The barista smiled, and seeing nobody behind him, struck up a conversation. "So, how was your day?"

Kurt grinned, and Blaine sighed happily. He had such a pretty mouth. "It was amazing. I went to a spa, and had a massage. My wonderful boyfriend set it all up – he's meeting me here in a few minutes."

Blaine's heart sunk, like he'd been stabbed in the chest.

Boyfriend.

"Ooh, he sounds lovely. I hope you have a good date." She beamed, handing him his coffee.

"Thank you." He grinned, taking it from her. "Have a good day!"

And Kurt was nice too. Of course. Maybe if he was an asshole, Blaine wouldn't be so attracted to him. He watched sadly as Kurt walked to the table Blaine had been sitting at moments before.

Kurt was the one man Blaine had ever felt anything for, and he had a boyfriend. Typical. Even as Cupid, life was such a bitch sometimes. Blaine sighed, moving back and sitting opposite to Kurt, his elbows on the table with his face supported by his hands. Kurt really was gorgeous.

If Blaine could describe the perfect person, it would be Kurt.

He was everything Blaine could ever want - so handsome and not even a jerk.

So what did Blaine care if Kurt had a boyfriend?

It's not like Kurt could see Blaine, anyway...

But that wasn't the point.

Blaine wanted him.

Which was why, two days later, Blaine found himself still following Kurt around Lima.

He was still matchmaking...occasionally...if he saw a couple near Kurt...

But Kurt was his priority now. He wanted to know everything about him. His childhood, his favourite colour, his life, his obsessions. He wanted everything and anything he could get. He stalked him pretty much everywhere, and found that he really liked the person Kurt was. He was genuinely nice, and sometimes, when Kurt was having a bad day, he would talk him through it. Kurt couldn't hear him, but Blaine liked to think that he was subconsciously giving him a shoulder to lean on.

He felt a little pathetic...but he didn't care.

It's not as if anyone could judge him.