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(3.08)
So tell me a bit about yourself, Blaine.

(3.23)
It's three in the morning.

(3.24)
A perfect time to be awake, don't you think?

(3.25)
No.

(3.25)
Go back to sleep then.

(3.26)
I can't now.
(3.26)
Fine. I'm a Junior at Dalton Academy, lead singer of the Warblers, very nearly a straight A student.. Yourself.

(3.29)
I was lead of Vocal Adrenaline for four years. We took Nationals thanks to me.

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You're awfully pretentious for someone who just got kicked out of college.

(3.36)
Now, that's not fair. They kicked me out because I didn't go to class, not because my talent went away.

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I don't believe you.

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I'll prove it. Joe's got a piano at his place. I'll show you just how amazingly talented I am next Tuesday.

(3.39)
Who said anything about Coffee Tuesdays?

(3.43)
Yesterday was Tuesday. Why not make it a weekly thing?
(3.45)
It's good to clear your head once a week.
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Shall I be seeing you next Tuesday then?

(3.49)
Fine.
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But I'm going back to sleep now.

The piano at Java Joe's was old, ancient perhaps, an obvious heirloom. Joe often patted it proudly as if it was a faithful dog, but his short, stumpy fingers had trouble finding chords amongst the black and white keys, and he had long since abandoned any hope of learning to play.

Jesse had noticed it instantly upon his discovery of Joe's. The finely polished wood and spotless keys seemed to call to him, but he couldn't think of anything to play. It seemed infinitely sad to him, to have a piano in a place where it would never be played. It reminded him of a piano from a library.

He settled himself down on the piano stool just moments before Blaine ambled through the door. Joe handed him two coffees from behind the counter and then settled himself into his seat as he had done the week before.

"Hello again." Blaine said, setting the coffee cup with Jesse's name scrawled on the side on top of the piano. It steamed in the most delightfully charming way, and Jesse thanked him.

Blaine had wrapped himself up in a trench coat, and a knitted red and white scarf bunched up around his neck and gave the impression of a turtle-neck sweater. He laid the coat over the back of a chair and draped the scarf over that, revealing his Dalton uniform underneath. Jesse gave him a small smile as he took up a seat to the right of the piano.

"I'm going to play now, and you should listen because I'm about to prove my amazing talent." Jesse said with a smirk, and Blaine nodded slowly.

His fingers fluently played the opening to a song that Blaine didn't know, and he began to sing.

"I see her looking, but what does she see?

Just for this moment, I wish I weren't me."

Jesse had a deep yet well-trained voice. He sighed under his breath, and Blaine watched in awe as his fingers seemed to dance along the keys, up and down and back up again, black to white and white to black, any trace of the previous smirk lost from his face and replaced with a mournful expression.

"Cause I'm not the future she thought I would be."

Jesse closed his eyes for a long second before leaning over the piano and opening them again.

"It's over."

Joe shuffled from somewhere behind the counter, and both boys looked over to find him entranced with the performance. He smiled; the piano had a player.

"I could have told her the night that we met.

I'd be a love she would learn to regret."

Blaine swayed a little as Jesse continued to play, listening to the words that said so much in so little. It made him want to cry. He drank his coffee slowly as he watched.

"I know her soul is so simple and true.

She will forgive what I'm putting her through."

Jesse stopped playing and his fingers found a final chord to rest on.

"Forgiving myself will be harder to do.

When it's over. It's over."

He shuffled the piano stool away from the piano and picked up his coffee, then walked to the table that Blaine had sat himself at. The other boy's face showed annoyance but a hint of a smile.

"Okay, you were right." His face broke out into a sheepish grin.

Jesse raised an eyebrow. "I always am."

"Pretentious git." Blaine laughed, taking a swig of his coffee.

"Kind words from my biggest fan." Jesse winked, sipping his coffee slowly.

"Jesse," Joe wandered over, a large smile stretching from ear to ear. Jesse greeted him with a nod. "That was some mighty fine piano playing right there. You should play more often."

Blaine watched the conversation with silent, hazel eyes as Jesse's expression turned to amusement. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Joe." He laughed as he joked with the older man. "But thanks, I'll play for you every now and again."

With a fatherly pat on Jesse's shoulder, Joe took up his place behind the counter again.

"Nice guy." Jesse thought aloud, then shifting his attention back to Blaine. "How was school?"

Blaine pulled a face. "Horrendous. Found a job yet?"

"No. Surprisingly, there aren't many jobs available for a self-confessed god like myself."

"I bet there isn't."

Jesse winked, but Blaine's face turned solemn.

"And what about, you know, her? Have you been to see her yet?"

"No." Jesse looked away. "I wouldn't know what to say."

"That song said a lot."

Jesse didn't reply. He swallowed his coffee in silence and kept his eyes focused on the dream-catcher amongst the wind chimes. Eventually he looked back to Blaine.

"Not the words I want it to say."

Blaine's lips thinned tightly in thought. He gave up soon enough, and downed the last of his coffee before it went cold. Jesse did the same.

Somewhere in Blaine's trench coat, his phone rang out, muffled by the thick, woollen fabric of the coat.

"Aw crap." He mumbled, turning in his chair to rifle through each of the pockets in search of his phone. It wasn't discovered until the last pocket, and it had stopped ringing by then. Jesse saw a name on the screen, exhaling shortly through his nose when he saw it said 'Kurt'.

"Best friend?"

"Yup." Blaine left his phone on the table, but it didn't ring again.

Jesse gathered the two empty coffee cups into his hands. "Are you ever going to answer your phone to him?" His tone was light, but he could see that his words had hit a nerve in Blaine.

"I always answer the phone to him." He answered bluntly.

"Just not on Tuesdays?" Jesse almost danced to the bin in the corner, dropping the cups in and then dancing his way back.

Blaine nodded. "Just not on Tuesdays."

Jesse rolled his eyes and pointed a thumb over his shoulder and at the door. "Come on, I'll walk out with you."