Blaine sat at the cash register, waiting for a customer to come, bored out of his mind. He drummed his fingers against the table, but perked up once he heard the chime of the door.

"Hello and Welcome to the Lima-" He started, but stopped when he saw the man infront of him. "I'm Blaine Anderson. How can I help you?"

Kurt Hummel looked at Blaine and almost gasped, This was Blaine Anderson, The one who he had been convinced didn't exist...until now.

Blaine looked at him closely, "I'm sorry, But what's your name?"

"Kurt Hummel. You must be new, Most people know me around here." His emerald eyes twinkled as he spoke.

"Got that right. I'm from Vegas actually, Just started here last week." He smiled back at him.

"Vegas? Any gambling problems?" Kurt asked playfully, a sly smile staying on his face.

"No, Alcholics Anomyous actually." Blaine joked, remembering the time him, Violet and Jeff had shown up for one of those meetings.

"Well, I hope your sober enough to fix me some coffee." Kurt laughed, He looked around the empty shop and decided to chance his luck, "And since this place is so busy, Once it calms down a bit, you can sit down and tell me some more about the wonderful place known as Vegas."

Blaine smiled, and saluted him. "Right away sir." He checked his watch. "As a matter a fact, I get off in about ten minutes." He was handed a cup of coffee by one of his co-workers and was momentarily confused.

"That would be mine." Kurt supplied, gesturing to the coffee. "I told you I was a regular here. Thanks Lucinda!"

The elderly lady who reminded Blaine of his grandmother popped up from around the cornor, a smile on her face. "No problem."

Blaine smiled, "As I was saying, I get off in about ten minutes..."

"I'll drink my coffee very slowly then." He responded, winking.

Blaine watched as Kurt went and took a seat at a two person table. He turned to the guy working the coffee pot. "Hey, Sebastain, Can you cover my last ten minutes?"

Sebastain Smythe shrugged, "Sure bro. Not like it's were bursting with customers."

"Thanks Seb." He rushed off to grab his stuff from the backroom.

Meanwhile Kurt was trying to keep his head from exploding. He sipped his coffee slowly, trying to process everything. He was finally meeting the guy he had dreamed about for his whole life, face to face. He casually fixed his hair and straightened his jacket, Just as Blaine slipped into the seat across from him, holding a coffee of his own.

"And what does Mr. Coffee man himself have?" Kurt asked, as Blaine stirred the drink.

"A medium drip."

"Hmm..." Just like the Blaine in his dreams. "I'll have to remember that. So where do you go to school?"

"McKinley High." Blaine responded.

"No way, Me too." Kurt said, a little suprised. "I can't believe I've never seen you before. I mean, I do mostly hang out with the Glee Club, but still."

"Your in Glee Club?" He asked. "I adutitioned, But they turned me down."

"They turned you down?" Kurt asked, even more suprised. "They let Sugar Motta and she's as tone death as a mountain troll."

Blaine let out a peal of laughter. "Well how do you know I dont sing worse than a mountain troll?"

"Hm, Your right. Maybe I shouldn't judge. Unless your willing to burst into song right here and now?" He dared, a cheeky grin on his porecelin face.

"With pleasure my good sir." Blaine responded, standing on the chair and proceeded to belt out the chours of 'When I get You Alone.' Kurt was in stitches, wiping the tears from his face.

"Your not half bad my friend." Kurt smiled.

"It's your turn buddy." Blaine said, sitting down in his seat again.

"Oh...I can't." Kurt blushed.

"Fine. But I will get you to sing Kurt. Mark my words. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Same time, Same Place." Kurt responded, winking.