Kurt was a little disappointed when he didn't get a call from Adam that night. True, even if Adam had called he wouldn't have been able to answer from his dance class but it would still be nice to see that missed call waiting there. He debated calling Adam himself, he had his number after all and had already plugged it into his phone. In the end he decided against it. By the time he returned home from class it was nearly midnight and he was tired and there was that small ridiculous voice in the back of his head poking at him and whispering "don't do it, wait for him, don't seem too eager." So, Kurt gave into the voice and went to bed sans a phone call, but still with a smile on his face and a little bounce to his step.

The next morning brought with it an early start as Rachel's first class was at nine. Kurt's wasn't until ten thirty but it was a little ridiculous to not take the train in with Rachel seeing as the next one only left twenty minutes later and the one after that got Kurt to class too late. The pair went through their usual Wednesday morning routine of Rachel making coffee and Kurt making eggs and toast. They had tried switching up jobs once but Rachel had almost burned down the apartment and Kurt very definitely burned the coffee, he was better at making tea. This Wednesday morning they did the same as always but today, Rachel had gossip to get at.

"So, Kurt, did Adam give you a call last night?"

"No Rachel, not that it's any of your business if he did." Kurt shook his head exasperatedly.

"I disagree one hundred percent! If my best friend gets asked out by a cute British boy then it is so my business. You know I expect full details when it does happen, right?"

"And why are you so positive something is going to happen? Yeah he has my number but what if... he slept on it and decides he really isn't interested? Or if we do go on a date and he decides I'm actually hideous and really boring?"

"Kurt! That is not going to happen and you know it! You are very handsome, and extremely interesting, and fun. Anyone who goes on even one date with you will be hooked and coming back for more."

"Thanks for the confidence Rach, think I could steal some of it?" Kurt laughed to himself as he stirred his coffee, staring into the mesmerizing little whirlpool he was creating. "I just hate waiting around to see if he's gonna call or he isn't but I'm way too nervous to call him."

"Wait, wait, wait. You have his number? When did that happen?" Rachel spluttered through the coffee she had gulped down just as Kurt had finished his last sentence.

"He wrote it on my receipt... along with his schedule for the rest of the week." Kurt blushed and tried his hardest to avoid Rachel's stern gaze.

"Kurt Hummel get on your phone and call that boy right now! You don't have to wait for him, where on Earth is that in the rule book? This is New York, you have to grab these chances when they come at you!"

"I don't know." Kurt just shook his head and kept staring into his coffee.

"Oh no, you're doing this. Where is your phone?" Rachel glanced around the table, hoping to catch sight of it somewhere. Kurt's glance shot up too, trying to remember exactly where he put it so he could get to it before Rachel. It was too late though, because Rachel had spotted it by the stove where he had left it while cooking breakfast earlier.

"Rachel, no!" Kurt nearly shouted, but Rachel was already holding his phone and scrolling as quick as she could through his contacts. "You give that back Rachel Berry!"

"Never!" Rachel squealed as she clutched the phone in her hands and ran in circles trying to get away from Kurt and call Adam at the same time. Finally she found his name and she quickly hit call mobile and set it on speaker phone. At the first ring the apartment fell silent and then...

"You didn't" Kurt whispered.

"I did!" Rachel whispered back.

"Rachel Berry, you are-" but Kurt cut himself off because the ringing stopped and there was a lovely British accent echoing out of the phone's speakers.

"Hello?" There was an awkward pause when Kurt stared, terrified before he lunged for the phone and grabbed it back from Rachel.

"Hi," he said embarrassingly breathless as he clicked off the speakerphone setting. "It's Kurt, uh, from yesterday."

"Oh believe me Kurt, I haven't forgotten that quickly. Not that I could." Adam smiled on the other end of the phone. He had been debating on the best time to call Kurt and had decided on trying around lunchtime today but he wasn't complaining that it was happening a little earlier.

"Oh," Kurt didn't know exactly how to reply to that. Adam sensed his hesitation and very kindly threw a line.

"So Kurt from yesterday, was there a reason for the call or did you just want to hear my accent again?" Kurt laughed very loudly at that, relieved to have something to go off of now.

"You got me. I'm a sucker for the accent, it's my weakness."

"Well, how would you like to hear it more, say, this afternoon? We could meet up for some coffee if you're free and I'll talk until you shut me up."

"Um, yeah, I'd like that. Did you have a place in mind?"

"There's a Starbucks next to my campus. Do you know the one over towards NYADA?"

"Yes, actually, I go there after class all the time! Do you go to NYADA?"

"Yeah, I'm a senior. I've never seen you around there though."

"I just started this semester. They denied my first application so I got started a bit late. I can't believe we go to the same school that is so weird!"

"Yeah, I guess even New York is a small world! Uh, listen I've got to go into class or Cassie will have my head but are you free around three o'clock?"

"Yes, yes I am. I'll see you then."

"Perfect. Bye, Kurt."
"Bye Adam." Kurt hung up the phone and smiled down at the magical device that had been connecting him to Adam just a second ago. He could not believe his luck. He was going on a date with Adam Crawford, I cute blonde British senior at NYADA, which means they must have a few things in common at least. One of them was that they both had class with Cassandra on Wednesdays. Kurt was elated thinking about the fact that in a few hours he was going to get to sit down with Adam and talk and get to know him even more. All the sudden he looked down at himself and went through a slight panic, all he had on was dance clothes.

"I've gotta pack another outfit!" Kurt squealed and Rachel clapped her hands giddily.

"Okay boy, spill!"

"On the way! Help me pick something out or you'll end up late to class." Kurt and Rachel spent the next fifteen minutes tearing through Kurt's closet picking out another outfit for him to change into after class and then they ran to the train, each with a thermos of coffee and big smiles sprawled across their faces.