The next day, Blaine saw the black tow truck pull up in front of his house, and he immediately knew it was Kurt coming to tow his car. He went outside to greet Kurt, who was bundled up in the same peacoat and scarf as yesterday. His hair was swooped up into a perfect coif, looking as though he hadn't slept on it since yesterday.

"Hi, Blaine," Kurt said warmly.

"Hey," Blaine said. "Do you wanna come in for coffee or something? It's still pretty early in the morning."

"No thank you," Kurt replied. "My dad has kind of a busy day at the shop and he needs the truck back ASAP. But if I recall, we were supposed to grab a coffee anyway…um, that is, if you still want to."

Blaine smiled, briefly looking down to look at his shoes to mask the smile. "Of course."

Soon, they were on the road, Blaine's car towing behind them.

"So, do you ever help your dad out at the shop?" Blaine asked.

"Occasionally. Don't let my effeminate face and slightly lowered Mandy Moore singing voice fool you, I can actually work on cars."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to insult you or question your abilities or-"

"No harm done," Kurt cut in. "I didn't think you were insulting me. People just wonder how a burly man like my dad could produce someone like me."

"So your dad isn't a musical theatre loving fashionista either?" Blaine teased.

"Come on, Blaine, he owns a tire shop. But he can appreciate theatre every now and then. The only reason why he agreed with my mom to name me after Kurt from The Sound of Music is because he secretly can quote and sing all the songs to that musical, and he thought, 'hey, if my wife is gonna name my only kid after a musical character, then at least it's from a musical I know'. Trust me…I've walked in on him singing 16 Going on 17 before, and it wasn't a pretty sight." Blaine laughed.

They arrived at the tire shop pretty quickly, since it was still early and there wasn't too much traffic on the road. It smelt of gasoline, dust, and metal, but Blaine didn't mind. After all, he was getting his car fixed.

A man walked up to Kurt and Blaine once they were out of the tow truck. He wore a red and white flannel shirt with baggy jeans and a baseball cap. He was tall and had a stocky build, but a friendly face accompanied it. There was certain wisdom in his eyes, something that made Blaine feel like the man knew a lot.

"Thanks for bringing the truck back on time, buddy," the man said, clapping Kurt on the shoulder. So, this was Burt Hummel. Kurt was right: they definitely didn't look like father and son. "And I'm assuming this is Blaine?"

"Hi, sir," Blaine said, sticking his hand out for Burt to shake. "Nice to meet you."

"It's only been a night since my son met you," Burt said, "but boy, did he tell me a lot about you."

"Dad," Kurt huffed, his cheeks reddening as he cast his eyes downward. Blaine laughed playfully, but couldn't help wondering: Kurt talked about me?

"Relax, kiddo, I'm just teasing," Burt told his son. "Anyway, what seems to be the damage here?"

"Well, it's been like this for a couple of weeks now…" Blaine began to explain the damage of his car to Burt. Kurt rolled his eyes and sighed. He loved his dad to death, but why did he have to embarrass him in front of Blaine like that? It's not like he talked about Blaine that much. I just may have mentioned that he's the same age as me and writes dreamy songs, is that so bad? Kurt thought.

But alas, dads did what dads did best. Embarrass their kids and then act like they did nothing wrong.

"Alright," Burt said. "I'll see what I can do. This may take a few hours though. Why don't you and Kurt go do something in the mean time?"

"Dad," Kurt scolded again.

Blaine laughed. "Thanks, Mr. Hummel. I really appreciate the help. I can barely fix my own smoke alarm."

"Don't worry about it, son," Burt told him.

"We were just gonna get coffee," Kurt said. "Need anything, dad?"

"Being able to eat bacon for breakfast would be swell," Burt said.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "No, dad, you're still supposed to be watching your heart. I refuse to succumb to your bacon obsessed ways."

Burt gave a hearty chuckle. "Have fun, guys."

"Bye, dad."

When they were in Kurt's navigator driving to The Lima Bean, Blaine said, "You're dad is…something."

Kurt groaned. "Don't tell me about it. I swear he embarrasses me on purpose."

Blaine laughed. "No, Kurt, really. I can see where you get your wit and sense of humor from. He seems like a really great guy."

"He is," Kurt said. "I'm lucky to have him as my dad. You don't get many men who look like that and can still accept their gay child."

"If you don't mind me asking…is there something wrong with his heart? Shit, I probably just crossed over the line, it's just that you mentioned it-"

"Blaine, Blaine," Kurt said. "It's fine. If I weren't okay with you asking about it, I wouldn't have mentioned it. My dad is fine, he just had a heart scare a few years ago, and ever since then, we've been monitoring his health like crazy. But he's better than ever."

"It's cool you have such a great relationship with your dad," Blaine said.

"Do you…not?" Kurt asked, and the car became quiet.

"Sorry," Kurt said quickly. "That was rude of me."

"Don't worry about it," Blaine smiles. "We both seem to have this habit of apologizing to each other hastily."

Kurt gave a small smile. "Let's agree to just…say whatever we need to say and then if it offends us, we say so, alright?"

"Deal," Blaine replied. "As for my dad, our relationship is pretty good. We don't fight about me being gay, but it was a rough start when he first found out. He tried to make me build a car with him because he thought getting my hands dirty might make me straight. And you can clearly see how that turned out: I'm still gay and I can't fix cars. But that was a long time ago. We're good now."

Kurt smiled.

They arrived at The Lima Bean. Luckily, since it was still daytime, there weren't too many people around. There was a quiet murmuring all around the shop as people chatted and sipped their drinks. It was comfortably hospitable.

"What's your coffee order?" Blaine asked as they approached the counter, pulling out his wallet. Kurt noticed he was pulling out more money than required for his own coffee.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Kurt asked, placing his hand on Blaine's wallet. "There's no need for that. I can pay for my own."

"It's the least I can do after you agreed to help me with my car. It's just a coffee, it's not like I'm buying you a new house."

"Blaine, seriously, you really don't have to-"

"Kurt," Blaine said, placing his hand on Kurt's on top of the wallet, "just tell me your coffee order."

Kurt tried not to flush, pulling his hand away and clearing his throat. There was a tone of finality in Blaine's voice, so Kurt knew he couldn't argue. "A grande non-fat mocha, please."

Blaine smiled. "There, now was that so hard?"

He watched as Blaine ordered their coffees (A medium drip for Blaine. Kurt'd have to remember that for later) and they brought their steaming drinks over to a table near the window.

"So," Kurt said, wrapping his hands around the paper cup to warm them up, "tell me more about your songs."

Blaine widened his eyes, quickly blinking. "Um, well, there's nothing to know, really. I don't really have an interest in it as much as I used to."

Kurt gave him an incredulous look, which consisted of a quirked eyebrow and an unimpressed tilt of his head. "So you mean to tell me you wrote those 2 incredible songs last night, told me your life story in my car, want to pursue performing at NYU, and you're not as interested in it anymore?"

Blaine sipped as his coffee, his tongue flinching when the liquid burned him. "I want to apply to NYU for musical theatre, perhaps. But songwriting was something I did in my spare time."

"Oh, please," Kurt said. "You sound like one of those people who say 'I like to bake in my spare time'. You know who has time to bake? No one! And I know this because I used to tell people I baked for fun until I discovered that I was in fact a stress baker."

Blaine snorted, shaking his head back and forth. "I guess I just don't really have the inspiration anymore. Or the time."

Kurt's eyes went a little softer. He twirled his coffee cup in between his hands. "I know the feeling. You know, sometimes I really like to sketch my imaginary clothing line."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I have this plan that after I become this huge Broadway star, I'm going to release my own clothing line. It's bound to happen, you know. My great ideas can't stay trapped inside this mind forever."

Blaine smiled, marvelling at Kurt's confidence.

"Anyway," Kurt continued, "All throughout high school, I had this sketchbook that I would always draw in. All my ideas went in there, and they especially came when I was feeling particularly happy or sad. But one day, in my junior year, I kind of just…stopped. I didn't know why, and I thought it was my brain telling me that I was done with it. And then…"

Blaine waited for Kurt to continue, but he didn't.

"And then what, Kurt?" Blaine asked gently, keeping in mind that something quiet had settled over Kurt's face. He looked more thoughtful than he had a minute ago.

"Nothing," Kurt said, waving his hand dismissively. "It's stupid."

"Kurt," Blaine said, and Kurt looked up to meet Blaine's warm, hazel-green eyes that seemed to see straight into his mind. "I'm sure what you have to say isn't stupid."

Kurt licked his lips and started to turn his coffee cup in his hands again. "My sketches really started to come back to me about a few months ago, when my boyfriend Adam broke up with me. He was my real first and serious boyfriend, and he really meant a lot to me. But somehow, him not being around anymore gave me a new perspective on being alone after a breakup, and it sort of pushed me to start sketching again.

"I'm sorry," Blaine said. "I didn't mean to re-surface anything for you."

Kurt shook his head. "You didn't, Blaine. I mean, the breakup was bound to happen sooner or later, and I just kept putting it off until last minute until he was the one to finally end it. He was a year older than me, already in college, and I could feel him drifting further and further, but I kept denying it because I wanted to hold onto him as much as I could. It just ended up hurting me more, I guess."

He looked up from his coffee cup and noticed that Blaine was reading his expression like an open book. He blushed.

"God, sorry. You didn't need to hear me babble."

"I really don't know how anyone could dump you, Kurt."

Kurt felt his heart leap in his chest, and now it wasn't just the coffee in his hands that was keeping him warm. He stared at Blaine, taking in the slicked back hair, the collar of his button up shirt peeking out from his coat, the leather watch on his left wrist, the angular jaw and full lips.

"Why does it feel like I can tell you all this stuff and have it not feel weird at the same time?" Kurt asked.

Blaine smiled. "Maybe because I know how you feel. We're in similar positions right now."

"I'm sorry. About your ex-boyfriend."

"No no, it's totally okay. People we both really cared about just…left. And I guess I never really got over Sebastian. I'm not even sure if I'm 100% over him, to be honest."

"Me neither," Kurt shrugged. "The feeling of being forgotten…just sucks."

"It sucks."

"You know?"

"I know."

They smiled at each other. They hadn't felt so open in months. Talking to another person about something that was burdening them for so long felt strange, but not in a bad way. They felt as if they'd someone known each other from a while ago. Speaking wasn't awkward between them, and they'd only met a day ago. When they were close to finishing their coffees, Blaine checked his watch. They hadn't even realized how much time they'd spent at The Lima Bean, talking about everything they could think of. They didn't even notice more and more people starting to file in.

"I'm sure my dad is done with your car now," Kurt said, checking his phone for any text messages. "Or at least, close to finished with it. We can head back now and check."

"Sure. We might as well leave before more half-awake people come in in search of caffeinated drinks."

They left the shop, heading towards Kurt's navigator.

"Say," Kurt said, promptly turning towards Blaine, so quickly that it almost caught Blaine off guard. "I was wondering, did you wanna maybe stay for dinner tonight? I don't have any fancy plans, it's just my family and I, but if you want, you're more than welcome to stay."

Blaine hadn't been over to someone's house for dinner in years. He used to go to formal dinners with his Dalton friends and over to Sebastian's sometimes, but he and Sebastian usually went out rather than stayed at home. Blaine found himself not quite wanting to go home and be away from Kurt, though.

"I would love to, Kurt," Blaine replied, smiling.

AN: Lol, by the way, this is just my opinion, but I really do this Chris Colfer's singing voice sounds like a lowered Mandy Moore. I found some audio clips on tumblr of people lowering her voice using editing software's and it sounded pretty much exactly like Chris. I thought it was kind of cool