Chapter 3 - Too Soon?

"Okay, today's lesson? Experience. What does this mean?"

A hand shot up in the air like a rocket ready for take off.

"Yes, Heather?"

"It's going through stuff. I got that, but what does experience have to do with Glee?"

"It has everything to do with Glee." Lea, a short tanned skinned girl responded, "We experience the most in Glee and go through the foundations of life in here. We all are a family of some form."

"Yeah, but that still doesn't answer the question to what is experience."

Lea sighed.

"Experience focuses on the things you have done in your life. Accomplishments and things like that or maybe just random stuff like relationships or friendships, something you went through to get over something else." Lea said from the back of the choir room, her notebook on her lap and her pen speeding across the page.

"Correct, Lea." Kurt went back to the board and underlined the word, "We all have experiences, from cheerleading to classrooms to even getting into this Glee Club. We all have different forms of experiences, but we all have experiences. I want you all to partner up and expose your experiences with others."

Everyone began to move closer to their best friend but Kurt folded his arms across his chest and smiled.

"No, no, that would be too easy if we all just picked our best friends. This Glee Club needs to get to know each other on a different level, when we're on that stage I want all of us to feel the other's pain. So, with that in mind...Lea" Kurt pointed to her, who was sitting closely to a blonde curly haired girl with amazing hazel nut eyes, "I want you partnered up with Naya."

A Latina girl with jet black hair who was sitting with her legs draped over another blonde haired girl's lap who was twirling her hair, jumped when the Latina dropped her legs and smacked her lips together.

"But, Mr. H I work so much better with Heather. We have the best chemistry."

"But music isn't about chemistry; it's about the story within!" He said with a smirk.

Naya turned her head towards Lea, "Don't worry." Lea said, "I'll promise we'll be so in synch we'll make the boy band look busted."

Naya giggled, "You're so corny Michele."

"Cory!" A broad shouldered boy with a goofy grin looked up at the sound of his name, "You'll be working with Kevin."

"But Mr. H." Kevin, a skinny male with boyish brown hair and glasses said, "I want to work with Jenna."

"You're always working with Jenna; it's time for a change. You're with Cory." Kevin sighed but didn't argue anymore about it.

"Who am I with?" Harry, an Asian boy with short jet black hair and a muscular frame spoke up from the back of the room, "I'm usually working with either Heather or Jenna. Today I was hoping with working with Chord."

"Nice try." Kurt said with a smile, "If you're not working with Heather and Jenna you're working with Chord."

A blonde haired boy with amazing un-averaged lips snapped his fingers, "Dang, so close."

"Very." Kurt said with a smile, "Chord you're with Amber. Harry you're with Mark and Jenna you're with Chris." A boy wearing a red and white scarf with a matching shoe and shirt set looked up from his Vanity Fair magazine and smiled at Jenna.

"So that leaves me with Heather." Dianna, the blonde haired girl who was sitting beside Lea said. She leaned forward in her chair and waved at her fellow blonde haired companion.

"That sounds about right." Kurt said, "Now off, with you. Go practice, go go, make sure the songs show growth and experience." He said as the bell rang and his students were walking out of the door talking amongst themselves.

Kurt's phone began to vibrate violently as he made his way towards his office. He managed to put his bag down, but not before he spilled his lemon tea all over his desk. Ruining his papers and favorite Lady Gaga framed photo.

"Hello?" He answered the phone with aggravation.

"Bad time?" The voice on the other end asked. Kurt's body language changed when he managed to catch the voice of the man on the other end.

"Blaine Anderson." He said in a whisper.

"Um, Kurt Hummel?" Blaine asked confused, "Did you forget my name? I thought I wrote it in ink on your hand." Kurt looked down at his hand in confusion.

"I don't remember you writing..."

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding."

"Oh, ha-ha." Kurt held the phone between his shoulder and his ear. He held his bag in his left hand and cleared off his desk with some paper towels with his right.

"Not in a joking mood I see."

"Just not at the moment, that's all." Kurt wiped the remaining of the tea off of his desk and sat his bag beside his chair. He took a seat at his chair and picked up his Lady Gaga photo and began to wipe it off with a towel, "What may I help you with?"

"Well, um, I was wondering..." Blaine's voice traveled off as Kurt blew his breath onto the picture of Gaga, hoping to amend of what little ink there was left from her signature on it.

"You were wondering what?"

"If, um...If you wanted to go have coffee with me...Today...At a coffee house..." Kurt raised an eyebrow at no one in particular as he heard the sounds of a soft slap to the forehead on the other end of the phone.

"Your timing is excellent." He said firmly.

"It is?"

"I just spilled my tea and I am in desperate need for some caffeine. Shall I meet you there?"

"Uh, yeah yeah." Blaine was taken aback by his acceptance, though Kurt couldn't understand why. He had said the night before he would love to go with him sometime.

"How about the Lima Bean Coffee House right down the street from McKinley? I go there often."

"Yeah, yeah, yes! That's great. I'll be there in about fifteen minutes?"

"Fifteen minutes it is."

They hung up the phone and Kurt found himself smiling as he grabbed his bag and exited his office.

The Lima Bean Coffee Shop was Kurt's favorite hang out for a many of reasons. For example, he remembered exactly at this spot where he managed to "accidently" bump into Sam. They had gone to the same high school for years and were even in the same Glee Club; however, luck would have it Sam was always fooling around with the next best girl he could find to get to be with him. Kurt didn't buy his story, especially when he asked around and all his ex-girlfriends said the same, "He's sweet, but he didn't really like to touch me." Bells went off in Kurt's head so he decided to make his move. Sam was waiting in line a few people ahead of him, after Sam had managed to get his coffee Kurt made sure to somehow bump him knocking his coffee backwards onto his white shirt. They laughed about it later looking back on it, but at that time Sam was heated ready to strike Kurt but somehow he didn't hit him. Something inside Sam wouldn't allow him to do it and that's when Kurt knew that Sam felt the same way he did. They had coffee in Lima Bean for the next weeks or so and loved each other's company. They even had a certain spot to sit in. The back corner, in the booth on the far right; they could see the waterfall fountain that sat in the middle of the grass near the window. Sam loved the sound of water, rain, or anything hitting a hard pavement.

Kurt shook the thought of Sam out of his head. He wasn't with Sam anymore, he had to remember that. Sam was busy trying to find himself, so to speak, dealing with a straight guy. Sam had admitted on more than one occasion in their high school career that he had a small boy-crush on Finn, somehow that crush became more once the two men decided to work together at the same carpenter business.

Kurt parked his car in his familiar parking space and entered the strong coffee smelling building. He stood in line, looking at the menu behind the cashier, though he already knew what he was going to order. He ordered the same thing every time he came here and knew every cashier by first and last name. He was such a regular that he was charged fewer prices than the other customers, but it all was hush hush.

The line moved quickly as the ding of the coffee shop door sounded and Kurt turned around to see Blaine behind him, waving with a smile that could bring a dead person back to life.

"Do you mind if I let my friend cut?" Kurt asked a familiar face behind him. He knew most of the usuals, this usual was named Sara. She was beautifully round and short and had thick dirty blonde hair. She smiled at him and patted his arm.

"Of course not darling."

Kurt waved over for Blaine to come forward. He bypassed the others and came to join Kurt in line.

"You're prompt. I like that." Kurt said with a smile.

"Thanks. I've always drove by this place, but I never came in."

"You're missing out." Kurt said in a whisper.

The line moved up quickly and sooner or later the two were standing at the counter.

"Hey Kurt." A tall, female black cashier said as Kurt came closer towards the counter.

"Hey Nicole, how are you today? How's the kids?"

"I'm lovely and so are the kids. You know Timmy is starting 3rd grade, you should come by with Landon some time."

"I'm sure he'll love that. He's always a big fan of Timmy." Kurt said with a smile, but quickly dropped it when he noticed the confused look on Blaine's face.

"Grande nonfat mocha, right?" Nicole asked him, looking from Kurt to Blaine.

"That's right and for you?" Kurt asked Blaine.

"Um, a medium drip please."

"Coming up. Hey Kurt could you tell Sam that I love what he did to my patio. You two should come by some time, we're having a BBQ next weekend."

"I'll see if we can make it." Kurt said, "How much?"

"$6.80."

Kurt reached into his man purse and handed Nicole a crisp ten dollar bill. He leaned forward as she held the money.

"I heard Timmy is starting little league, keep the change. It's my tip for you to go to his collection fund for new shoes." He whispered into her ear. He leaned backwards and released the money from her. She smiled and nodded as he nodded and took a stand at the end of the counter.

"Hiya Kurt." A Latina man with wavy jet black hair said with a smile as he handed him and Blaine their drinks.

"Hey Rog."

"I just saw Mercedes with Dre and Landon at the park. That kids getting big." He said with a laugh.

"They grow up so fast."

"Well, tell him and Sam I said hi. It's been a while since I've seen Sam." His eyes darted to a confused Blaine who said nothing as he took a sip from his cup.

"I'll tell him. See you around Rog."

Kurt turned his back on Rog and walked Blaine to a far away table, close to his usual spot but not exactly near it. He still had a clear view of the waterfall fountain. He took off his jacket and began to sip his coffee, but noticed Blaine eyeing him curiously.

"What?" He asked him.

"You have a son?" Blaine asked, taking his scarf from around his neck.

"Yes." He answered, taking another sip from his cup.

"His name is Landon?"

"You catch on quickly."

"I never would have guessed you had a son or a Sam...What's a Sam exactly?"

Kurt smiled, "Sam is an ex of mine."

"He doesn't sound too distant in the past."

"It's complicated."

"Oo, I like complicated."

Kurt smiled as Blaine twirled around his coffee cup in his hands. Blaine eyed Kurt for a minute before taking another sip of his coffee.

"I'm scaring you away aren't I?" Kurt asked him.

"What?"

"I mean it hasn't even been close to twenty-four hours and you already found out about a son and an ex. I'm sorry; I didn't really know they would tell it like that. I guess I..."

Blaine reached across the table and grabbed Kurt's hand and smiled.

"It's okay. Really. Scary is good, I like scary. It's what makes all the risks in the world worth it, being scared. Because if you were fearless then that risk wouldn't really be a risk it would be just a regular day." Kurt looked at him with confusion but Blaine smiled and squeezed his hand, "Scary is good. Now...Tell me more about yourself."

The conversation seemed like it went on for hours and hours and for the first time Kurt didn't mind that. He loved talking about himself so talking to Blaine only made things that more complex and simple.

Blaine.

He was beautiful in Kurt's eyes. He loved the way Blaine smiled when Kurt mentioned the name of Landon or when Blaine twirled his hair when he was thinking about something tough. And those eyes. Those piercing clear eyes that seemed to be reaching down into Kurt's soul, those eyes spoke volume. They were sad, mad, happy, but most of all they were fearless. They knew what they were searching for and they always seemed to find it. They always seem to leer just a little too long at Kurt's hands, Kurt's lips, but most of all Kurt's own eyes. Blaine's eyes collided with Kurt's, there in that collision Kurt's eyes drowned in the sea of Blaine and didn't want a lifeboat or a raft to save them, he wanted them to drown. To soak in nothing but Blaine. Because in those mere hours where they had talked and sipped their coffee and laughed at the respectable times there had been a connection, a soaring, roaring, fire breathing connection that nether one wanted to admit was there but neither one wanted to go away. Yes, Kurt loved the thoughts that floated out of Blaine's mouth and he would have sat there until midnight if he could, but his stomach twisted into a knot when the door chimed once more and Sam entered the coffee shop with Finn by his side.