A/N: Wow, this is pretty much all I have written so far, I have the basics of the next chapter sorted but it may take a while to get them sorted as I go back to school tomorrow, after a week of half term and I may be rather busy... :/


Blaine Grabbed his wallet out of his pocket, checking to see how much cash he had. Blaine groaned. All he had was a measly 5 pound note. Instead of doing the natural thing of going back to his-wait no - his ex-boyfriend's apartment, he decided to catch the next bus to the closest B&B, hopefully he could find some sleep before sorting his life out... Blaine walked into the B&B and asked for the cheapest free room, he was jobless after all, the lady behind the desk smiled as she handed the key over and pointed Blaine to his room. Blaine smiled graciously, picking up his guitar as he went up to his room for the night. He opened the door to a small, cosy bedroom and collapsed on the bed, falling into a deep sleep.


Blaine woke with a start to his phone going off, several times. Great 4 missed calls, 2 voice mails and 8 unread texts. Blaine opened up the first text. It was from Steve.

Hey, come and collect your things later in the week and maybe we could talk about this over coffee? -S

The next three were also from him, all saying the same sort of thing. The fifth text from him said,

Fine. Ignore me. Pick up your crap by the end of the week or it's all getting chucked out. Asshole.

The other two texts on Blaine's phone weren't from Steve, they were from a certain blue-eyed customer from the night before...

Hey, I think this is the right number... Sorry I left so abruptly last night. Saturday sounds fantastic! I'll ring in a bit too ask for details. -Kurt x

Blaine smiled so hard at this that he almost missed the fact that the next two texts and two of the missed calls were from this number. Crap. This can't be good... Blaine opened the next text with caution,

Hi, it's me again, you didn't reply to my last text and didn't answer my call just now, so I don't know if you gave me the wrong number or something, but if this is Blaine Anderson then please call me back ASAP. -Kurt x

Crap! Blaine looked at the next text, already dreading it's context,

Okay, I understand if you don't want to go to see Wicked with me anymore, but you could at least let me know, it's the polite thing to do... -K

Blaine listened to the voice mails and both of them were from Kurt, saying pretty much the same thing. The only thing Blaine could think of doing now, was calling Kurt,

"Hello" Kurt's voice sounded tired on the other line,

" Hi, um, is this Kurt?" Blaine knew it was already, but he wanted to put off what he had to say for as long as possible,

"Yes, it is. May I ask who is calling?" Blaine, readied himself for the likelihood of a quick hang up,

"Blaine, from the bar last night."

"Oh. Why didn't you answer my calls and texts?" Blaine really didn't want to explain why he didn't have anywhere to live over the phone,

"Well, it's kind of a long story, can I meet you for coffee and explain there? I know a place down the road from the pub, it does great coffee, it's called the Lima Bean, do you know it?" He asked, bracing himself for being turned down,

"Be there in ten minutes." Kurt replied coldly and put the phone down. Blaine smiled at the fact that he'd managed to sneakily score a date with the stunning Kurt Hummel. He picked up his few belongings and walked out of the B&B, paying the receptionist on the way. Blaine arrived at the coffee shop to see Kurt, sat at the table in the corner, nursing a mocha in his hands, Blaine ordered himself a cappuccino and walked over to where Kurt was sat, a sheepish look on his face, he sat down hesitantly,

"Well?" This remark from Kurt just brought a very confused look to Blaine's face, he looked at Kurt questioningly,

"I'm using my lunch break up so that I can have an explanation, do I get one or am I just wasting my time?" Blaine panicked and began to explain how he'd quit his job, split up with and fired Steve last night, he also explained how he'd slept in and couldn't answer Kurt's calls. When he finished, he and Kurt sat at the table in silence.

"I'm sorry." Blaine looked up and this time it was Kurt's turn to look sheepish,

"If you're still on for Saturday, I'd love to go?" Blaine blinked, shocked that he was being forgiven,

"O-of course, the matinee is at 2, so let's say we meet here for 1.30 and go for dinner after?" Kurt nodded, a smile forming on his lips and the two men slipped into easy conversation until it was time for Kurt to go back to work.

Saturday can't come fast enough...