A/N Sorry it took so long for this chapter to get up, I got busy and then I got sick, but I promise I'll update more often. Thank you for your alerts and reviews and thanks to everyone who's reading.
Wes and David had crashed early that night after supper so Blaine took the opportunity to sneak out into the dark. He tiptoed his way to the door and didn't breath until he was standing out on the front steps of the hotel, as if somehow they would be listening for his footsteps from the third floor.
He didn't have much time before the clock struck twelve so he jogged down the street to where they had dinner and then picked up his pace, they had taken some smaller back streets on the way back from the restaurant and gotten momentarily lost after they found Blaine starring at the abandoned building.
He heard the first chime go and started to sprint as fast as he could to make it in time for midnight, the few people on the street didn't even bat an eye as he sped past them curving around carts. He finally rounded the last corner, just as the twelfth bell rang out sharp and clear in the quiet, and crashed into something solid. He looked around him, where he was lying on the ground for several seconds in shock before standing quickly to help the other man.
"I am so sorry, I..." He trailed off looking for an excuse to be running around at this time of night. Nervously he scratched the back of his neck and then realized the man was still lying on the ground, remembering his manners he reached out his hand and was relieved when he felt another hand slipping easily into his.
He looked up at the mans face and his mouth fell open in awe. Kurt was even more stunning up close, his skin shone in the night light and his eyes searched Blaine's for a moment before smiling.
"It's fine." He said, taking his hand back and stuffing it in his pocket.
"Maybe I can make it up to you by buying you a cup of coffee?" Blaine asked before his brain could comprehend what he was saying. He winced and flashed one of his prize winning smiles.
Kurt's brows furrowed for a minute and Blaine thought he was going to say no before He nodded and said, "That would be nice." Blaine grinned again before remembering he had no idea where they would get any kind of drink.
"Perhaps you could show me somewhere then, since I'm not from around here." He smiled sheepishly and when Kurt nodded and turned to walk in the direction Blaine himself had just come from, he followed without question.
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They ended up in a small, cozy little cafe on the corner of a street Blaine had never heard of before. He sat down opposite Kurt and ordered his coffee before turning to find the other man staring at him intently.
Blaine watched as Kurt shook himself out of his reverie and pretended not to notice the slight flush that he had probably imagined grace the singers pale cheeks. Blaine coughed lightly to clear his throat and ran his fingers through his hair, which had escaped from its hold and was unruly as ever.
"I realize we haven't talked much yet," Kurt said, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. " But I don't seem to remember you telling me your name."
Blaine felt heat rise to his cheeks and was sure Kurt thought him a fool for forgetting something as trivial as his own name.
"Blaine." He stated, casting his eyes downward and shifting nervously in his seat, wondering how he had managed to say anything to this gorgeous man at all.
"That's quite an interesting name," Kurt said. "where does it come from?" He asked looking truly interested, he probably is, thought Blaine. He shrugged simply and sipped his coffee.
"My parents weren't the most conventional in their parenting." He said grimacing as he thought about growing up with such a name.
"Yes, well I know what that can be like." He smiled and reached across the table to give his hand a quick squeeze. Blaine's heart sputtered, his hand tingling from the sudden contact, however friendly it may be.
He felt like he was just a boy when he talked to Kurt, the singer made him feel things he'd never felt before and he was high off his presence alone. They talked for hours, long into the early morning until Kurt realized he had another show in the afternoon and needed to be rested.
"I had a nice time." Kurt said standing and offering his hand to Blaine who stood quickly and returned the gesture.
"Likewise," He responded shaking his hand eagerly and grinning, he was sure, like an idiot.
"I would like to do this again sometime, if you like." The other man said retracting his hand and smiling softly at the strange man.
"Of course." Blaine said trying his best not to scream at the top of his lungs, his eyes widened and he nodded several times as if trying to get his point across. Kurt smiled at him again and waved goodbye before leaving.
Once Blaine was alone he sighed and let a grin take over his face, thoughts and feelings overwhelmed with Kurt. He yawned and left the cafe steeping out into the new day. He didn't notice when he walked further down the street that the place he had just left was no longer a cafe, but a dimly lit laundromat.
