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Without further ado...Chapter 2!
Disclaimer: I don't on Glee or its characters (which is just too bad but, sigh, nothing I can do about it).
At exactly 10:57, Kurt arrived to Bruns and saw Blaine sitting in a table by the back sipping on a cup of coffee while another one rested on the table next to a plate of biscotti. Kurt took advantage of the fact that Blaine was sitting with his back towards the door and hadn't seen him arrive yet to really look at the man this time.
He was on the short side, Kurt noticed. Not abnormally short, of course, but definitely a couple of inches shorter than Kurt. He was wearing a suit today and Kurt could appreciate the fine design and almost perfect fitting to Blaine's body. It was hard because of the layers, but Kurt could see the defined muscles of his arms. His hair was heavily gelled and, while he still looked very handsome, Kurt decided he preferred him with his curls loose. Realizing that he was looking like a creep, standing by the door ogling the man for several minutes, he made his way to the table.
"Hey," he said.
"Hey," Blaine smiled and offered him the seat across the table with the coffee cup.
"Something important happening today or did you just dolled up for me?" Kurt teased taking a sip form his coffee. Non-fat mocha. He remembered my coffee order, the thirteen-year-old girl inside of him squealed.
"Well, of course! After you agreed to meet me for this magnificent feast," he said pointing to the biscotti in the middle of the table, "I knew I had to be dressed to the nines."
And after some more, light-hearted joking, the really got talking about themselves and beaming every time they found something they had in common. Blaine was CEO of a record label and he had had a very important meeting today which explained the suit. Kurt told him about being a designer and Blaine had admitted, with a blush, that he owned more than a couple of his clothes.
"I honestly didn't know it was you who designed them, I never saw the designer just the clothes. Then again, how many Kurt Hummels could there be in New York, right?"
They raved about their childhoods and teenage years since they were both originally from Ohio. Lima and Westerville weren't that far one from another. They gushed over their mutual love for Vogue, Marion Cotillard, fashion, singing, dancing, musicals, Disney (the princesses especially) and reality shows.
The date only came to an end when Kurt's phone had gone off and it had been Lindsey asking his whereabouts since he had been gone "for a quick coffee break" three hours ago. Blaine had blushed and apologized to Kurt for "taking so much of his precious time" and confessed he didn't have to be back at the office until five and thus, had lost track of time.
"I had a really good time," Blaine said eagerly as both men walked towards the door.
"Yeah, me too," Kurt agreed fondly.
"Maybe we could do it again some other time?" Blaine proposed timidly.
"Oh, yeah. I'd like that. Another coffee?"
"Well, seeing how this could hardly be considered a coffee date anymore, maybe you'd like to step it up? Dinner, perhaps?" Blaine asked hopefully.
"No," Kurt said sharply out of instinct mostly. He couldn't do dinner with Blaine because he always did dinner with Jace and whenever he didn't it was because something of the utmost importance had come up. A second date with Blaine, no matter how good it might be, did not qualify as something of such importance. Blaine's face crumbled and he looked like a kicked puppy making Kurt feel guilty as hell. "I mean, I can't do dinner. I'm usually busy at that time. But, if you'd like, we could have lunch together," he offered.
Blaine smile returned and he nodded immediately. He said he had something at work so he wouldn't be available the next day but he'd love to see him the day after that, Friday. They agreed to text each other to figure out the details later on and, like the day before, Blaine hesitated when it was time to go their separate ways but finally kissed his cheek before walking away leaving Kurt standing there with a dumb smile on his face.
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"Ok, spill. Now," Wes, one of Blaine's best friends, demanded the moment Blaine walked through the door of the apartment they shared.
"Excuse me, Wesley, but what are you talking about?" Blaine asked uncertainly genuinely ignorant of what Wes meant.
"It is the second day in a row you've been smiling non-stop, being all cheerful and happy. Not that you aren't like this always, but you're practically skipping nowadays," he said with both his hands on his hips staring Blaine down like he was a small child or something.
"You're seeing things," Blaine said blushing. Wes simply continued to pierce him with his stare. "Fine, okay, I give. I met a guy," he confessed.
"WHAT?"
"Yesterday, at the coffee shop, you know, Bruns, he spilt his coffee over my shirt and bought me coffee as an apology. I invited him for a coffee date which took place today and those were the three best hours of my life," he said dramatically. Wes raised an eyebrow. "Okay, maybe that's a little bit too much. But I did have a wonderful time! Wes, he's perfect. We have so much in common and I enjoy spending every minute of my breaks with him," Blaine sighed dreamily.
"Blaine, you do realize this is barely the first date, right?" Wes asked carefully, worried that his friend was already getting to deep. That has always been a problem with Blaine, he tended to fall too hard too fast and it usually led to heartbreak for the man. Wes didn't want that to happen again.
"I know, I know, Wes. I'm just telling you I enjoyed his company and will be taking him out for lunch Friday. I promise I'm not going to propose to the guy next time I see him."
"Pinky promise?" Wes teased, relieved that Blaine was at least trying to take this at a normal pace.
"Shut up, you jerk," Blaine answered throwing a cushion towards his head which he skillfully ducked.
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"Come in!" Carole yelled as she heard the doorbell ring right on time. "Hello, sweetie," she greeted Kurt hugging him
"DADDY!" Kurt heard Jace's voice before feeling the weight on his legs of someone tackling him into a hug.
"Hello, baby. Did you have fun today?" he asked Jace messing his shaggy blond hair.
"Lots! I made a drawing," he announced proudly.
"You did? Can I see it?" Kurt asked sweetly and Jace nodded eagerly before darting towards wherever he had left his drawing.
It wasn't long until he returned, clutching in his little hand a picture with two stick men. One was tall and had something brown on his head which Kurt assumed was his hair, and the other was smaller with yellow hair. They were holding hands and smiling. It warmed Kurt's heart.
"Wow, that's some impressive piece of art you have there, kiddo. It definitely deserves to be placed on the fridge, don't you think?" he asked. Jace nodded and giggled as Kurt carried the little boy ready to take him home.
He had already gotten more than enough help looking after Jace from his parents while he studied, graduated, and worked to create his own line with the help of many designers who had seen Kurt's talent and had helped him launch his own line. With him being his own boss, he had flexible work hours, the possibility of working from home if really needed and manage his time as he saw fit.
Kurt spent Mondays to Thursdays working since early morning until the evenings just in time to pick up Jace from preschool at 6. Fridays he would leave earlier, though, since the pick-up time at the preschool was moved to 3 and then he would enjoy the entire weekend with his little boy. Whenever he couldn't look after him, his parents always offered to look after the little guy, though.
Father and son said goodbye to Burt and Carole and left home where a new drawing was placed in the fridge and held by a Mickey Mouse magnet.
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