Hello. Three things:

1. Yes, I know it took ages for me to update.

2. No, I do not know what the hell is going on in this chapter.

3. You mad? If you are not, I wouldnt recommend reading this.

Set while Klaine are in Junior Year at university. In New York?

...Harley doesnt know.

"Hello, what can – oh, hello."

Kurt and Blaine looked up from their menus to a woman a few years younger than them. Around the same height as Brittany, she had thick, curly blonde hair that looked like it hadn't been attacked with a curling iron or a straightener to Kurt's approval. Her grin was wide on her thin face and she had the look of someone who had lost of weight in a very short space of time – definitely a freshman – and she was gazing at Blaine.

"What can I get you two gentlemen, huh?"

Kurt smiled and sat back to watch the scene play out in front of him. Like many of the shows that Blaine and a waitress would perform involuntarily for him, it involved Blaine sending the girl into a flushing tizzy with his charming grins and him being naively unaware of her constant flirting and chat lines until Blaine would say –

"I think that's all, actually, unless you want something else, sweetie?"

Kurt watched the waitress' face to see what emotion would cross. Sometimes it would be disgust, occasionally confusion, often annoyance, but he had never heard one groan and say, "Oh, god, I'm one of those really annoying girls who hit on you even though you're gay, aren't I?"

Kurt grinned at Blaine's furrowed eyebrows at the waitress. She then glanced at him and took in what he was wearing.

"And you're one of those 'stereotypical'" she air-quoted, "gay guys who girls find it necessary to moan on about their periods to because you're their 'gay best friend' even though because you're gay and a guy it should have nothing to do with you, right?"

It took a second for Kurt to process what she had just said but his bitch-glare from her calling him stereotypical and the urge to punch her because of it soon faded away when he did, but not soon enough.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry, have I offended you? I did, didn't I? I can call another waitress if you want, or y'know, I could actually get your food –" she paused her babbling at the deeply amused looks on both of their faces. "I'll stop talking now. Stop talking and start moving. Yep, doing that right now." She scurried away.

It only took Kurt and Blaine to glance at each other before they collapsed into fits of laughter at the absurdness of what had just happened.

"Oh… my… wizarding… god…" Blaine managed to get out between laughs.

"She's right, you know: what is it with girls and their periods?"

"I'm just glad you didn't punch her, the poor thing."

"I'm going to take a moment to question your sanity here: why would I punch her?"

"You said you were going to punch the next person who called you a stereotype?"

It took a second before –"You remember that?"

Blaine sent him an are-you-crazy? look. "Of course I do." Kurt smiled fondly at him, resting his chin on his propped up arm. "What?"

"Déjà vu is a funny thing."

Blaine reached over and took Kurt's hand in his. "Well, Kurt, I would be happy to repeat any moment of my life as long as it's one with you in it."

They stared into each other's eyes for a moment before – "She's right, you are sugary enough to give someone diabetes." They turned to stare at another waitress who had replaced the blonde who sat their drinks down on the table. "Replaced Genie, she's in the back kicking herself on the head. May sound odd, but she's embarrassed enough to make it work."

"Kurt, I'm torn between making this my favorite café ever and running from here screaming my head off," commented Blaine when she left.

The rest of the meal passed uneventfully except for another smartass remark from the second waitress when she gave them their order until she placed a cookie down on the table. "From Genie, she seems to like you boys," said the waitress, shrugging before she left.

The cookie had been iced with the words 'Hope you like it!" and was sitting on a letter. Blaine lifted the cookie of the plate and letter and held it out subconsciously so Kurt could take a bite and started to read the letter.

"To Kurt and Blaine – that is how you spell your names, right?

Anyway, I'm a, well I'm technically a student and a part-time waitress and I don't actually do photography for living, I just enjoy taking pictures but I think I'm good at it. Well, okay. Well, kind of rubbish actually – I'm rambling, aren't I?

Whether I'm good or not, you can judge that for yourself.

Genie.

PS. this isn't stalkerish, is it? Oh god I'm a stalker. Is that the right word? Or is it stalkeress? Stalkerette?

I'll stop writing now."

Kurt's mouth was hanging open – no food in it, of course, he wasn't Finn – by the time Blaine had gotten to the PS and stared down at the plate where a shiny photo had been hidden under the letter.

"That's so adorable."

"It's stalkerish, Blaine, that's what it is."

Blaine held up the photo which was of them holding hands and gazing into each other's eyes. "Maybe, but it's still adorable, and I'm still keeping it."

"You're going to put it in a pink love-heart photo frame, aren't you?"

"Why can't I put it in a pink love-heart photo frame?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "You're lucky I love you, Blaine Anderson."

"Which is why you're letting me put it in a pink love-heart photo frame."

Kurt groaned. "Fine."

He flashed a grin at Kurt before walking towards the door towards the kitchens and calling, "Genie!"

A few seconds and what sounded like a small kerfuffle came from the kitchen before her blonde head poked out the door. "Yeah, Blaine?"

"Thank you for the photo, it's very sweet of you, and Kurt's letting me put it in a pink love-heart frame."

"Glad to be of help, but I really need to get back, I'm paying for that cookie out of my paycheck."

Blaine reached inside his pocket to get out his wallet. "I'll –" he started to say but she just disappeared back into the kitchens after winking at Kurt.

Blaine blinked but went to salvage the remains of the cookie for his own in silence. He chewed thoughtfully on his piece, leaving Kurt hanging, before saying calmly, "This is my new favorite place to eat. Can we come here more often?"

I had no idea what was going on in my head when I wrote this, okay?

DONT JUDGE ME!