It was Monday night and Kurt was standing in front of the mirror in his apartment in a huff because his shirt collar would not stay straight and even though he had shampooed twice his hair still smelled like coffee and WHAT was he even doing. Blaine was taking him to dinner. Dinner! He hadn't been to dinner since you-know-who and he could feel a panic attack bubbling up in his throat so maybe he should just call and cancel –

Someone knocked on the door. Kurt heaved a gusty sigh, tried to center himself like Dr. Moumni taught him, and then went to open it. Blaine was there, with a smile so big that Kurt just leaned against the doorframe and laughed. All of his nervousness was slowly ebbing away when Blaine pulled a rustling cone of cellophane out from behind his back. "These are for you," he said of the pretty yellow snapdragons.

"Oh my goodness Blaine, they're perfect. Hang on, let me get a vase." Kurt grabbed the flowers and skipped happily into the kitchen. This night was going to go fine. As long as he was with Blaine, he thought, he might just get along all right.

….

They were both finished with their dinner and had reached a comfortable lull in the conversation when Kurt spoke. "Blaine?" he asked quietly.

"Hm?"

"Why do you think…why do you think you got around so much?"

Blaine jumped a little. He really hadn't been expecting any questions like that. Kurt continued, "I mean, you really don't have to answer if you don't want to, I was just…curious."

"No," Blaine said, "It's a good question. Just…let me think." He was quiet for a minute, staring at the salt and pepper shakers. "I think it's because – I never really valued relationships at all. My parents hated each other and stayed married, I guess I just kind of assumed that marriages – and all relationships – were mostly for sex, or convenience. I never knew what love was at all; I assumed that it was what I was experiencing when I would hook up with these desperate guys for a couple weeks. …Does that answer your question?"

"Yeah," Kurt murmured, staring into his lap, "Yeah, it does."

"Kurt…" Blaine reached across the table to lift up Kurt's chin, he wanted so badly to look into those green eyes. "I didn't know what love was…until I met you. Now I do." Kurt's eyes started watering and Blaine couldn't stand it anymore. "Kurt – I think I love you."

Kurt choked a little. A tear ran down his cheek. His laugh was half-strangled in his sob. "I think I love you too," he whispered. "I'm just…very cautious…I don't think I could stand getting hurt."

"I don't think I could stand you getting hurt." Blaine wiped away Kurt's tear with the pad of his thumb. "I'm not going to hurt you, Kurt Hummel. I swear it." Kurt sobbed again and squeezed Blaine's hand until his knuckles started to turn white.

"You might just be my kind of guy, Blaine Anderson." Kurt laughed softly and enveloped himself in the warmth of Blaine's awkward over-a-table hug.

….

Blaine walked into Java House the next day smiling cockily and with a guitar slung over his shoulder. He strode right up to the counter, grabbed Kurt's collar, pulled him close, and kissed him boldly. Thankfully the shop was just as empty as it usually was.

"Blaine, what –"

"You'll see."

"Blaine,"

"Just shh." Blaine swung the guitar around to his front. "Kurt Hummel, I like you. Lots. I think you're silly and sexy and wonderful and I will only leave if you ask me. I care about you; I want you to have faith in me. So I think you deserve a serenade."

"But –" Kurt looked stunned.

"Kurt, shut up, you're gonna miss the song," Serena said as she elbowed him in the ribs. Blaine winked at her before beginning to strum his guitar. Then he started to sing and was there anything that boy could not do? That voice was like a gift from the gods. It was enough to rival Kurt's.

I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you

Yes there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you

I've seen the paths that your eyes wander down, I wanna come too

I think that possibly, maybe I've fallen for you

No one understands me quite like you do

Through all of the shadowy corners of me

I never knew just what it was

About this old coffee shop I love so much

All of the while I never knew…

I never knew just what it was

About this old coffee shop I love so much

All of the while I never knew

Ooh

There was a short guitar break and Blaine's eyes never left Kurt's.

I think that possibly, maybe I'm falling for you

Yes there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you

I've seen the waters that make your eyes shine, now I'm shining too

Because, oh because, I've fallen quite hard over you

If I didn't know you I'd rather not know

If I couldn't have you I'd rather be alone

I never knew just what it was

About this old coffee shop I love so much

All of the while I never knew…

I never knew just what it was

About this old coffee shop I love so much

All of the while I never knew…

All of the while

All of the while

It was you

You…

After a few more measures of strumming the song petered out. There was an awkward silence in which Kurt just stared at Blaine.

"Well? No snarky comments?" Blaine asked, smiling cockily once more.

"But – I – you don't even play guitar!" Kurt had never felt more flustered in his life. His ears were burning because a boy had just played him a song, and here he was blabbering and oh. Oh. It finally sunk in. Blaine played him that song. Blaine cared about him. Blaine had more faith in him than anyone ever had, more than Kurt had in himself. Kurt pushed through the swinging employees door on the counter and gave him a tight hug. "I love you, Blaine Anderson," he sighed, feeling the comfort he found only in Blaine's arms. Despite the guitar between them. Kurt kissed him then, with passion and all the love he had to give. When the kiss was over, Blaine leaned his forehead against his. "I love you too, Kurt," he said. And that was really one of the best things Kurt had heard in a long time.

A/N: The song used is "Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop" by Landon Pigg.