AU Klaine (Tuesday): Poet!Blaine Barista!Kurt
Blaine likes to sit and watch the city that never sleeps. It's somehow soothing to see the hectic traffic and fast paced pedestrians moving about, always hurrying, hurrying, while he sits looking on from behind a pain of glass.
Kurt checks the clock again, nervously. He should be using his extra time working the night shift to catch up on homework, but more often than not he's either staring at the clock or the door waiting for Blaine to enter. He always shows up at 11:30 PM sharp. He orders the same drink, reminding Kurt of his name each time (as if Kurt needs reminding) and sits at the same table. Night shifts are slow and it's not uncommon for Kurt and Blaine to be the only ones occupying the all night coffee shop, though so far, neither has broken the silence of their long night together.
The clock strikes 11:30 and Kurt's head snaps up immediately, eyes trained on the door and the street beyond. It's only thirty seconds later that, Blaine, as usual, shuffles in from the harsh rain outside. He's a quiet kind of guy Kurt has decided over the past couple of weeks.
He has short, but extremely curly dark hair, thick framed glasses, and an affinity for bow-ties that Kurt finds adorable. Stop, he commands himself, as he, for about the thousandth time, begins making up an elaborate backstory in his head for the man whom he only knows name. His minor obsession for the strange man is starting to worry his best friend Rachel, who gets mad at him whenever he mentions his night time companion.
Tonight is different. Kurt has decided to take some initiative in moving this 'relationship' type thing he and Blaine have forward, namely, by pointing out that he knows Blaine's name by now, as well as what he orders. When Blaine steps inside, he immediately heads for Kurt's post, but the barista only smiles and points. There is a steaming cup of the usual already sitting at Blaine's table with his name written clearly across the side. Blaine looks slightly taken aback, but smiles broadly at Kurt, mumbling a thank you.
He walks across to his seat by the wide window of the shop, takes a sip of coffee and pulls out his notebook. That's another part of the routine. He's always carrying a worn leather satchel, out of which he pulls a light tan notebook. Its bind is bent, some pages are about to fall out, and from where Kurt is situated, he can see it's full of writing and scribbles. Blaine bends low over his work, forehead creasing in concentration as he begins to write.
Kurt knows it's creepy, but he can't help but smile a little at the face Blaine makes when you can tell he can't seem to think of the perfect word, and then all of a sudden it dawns on him and his whole face lights up, as radiant as the sun. Whoa there, Kurt stops himself.
He slaps the creeper part of his brain in his mind, before turning back to his sketches. He's supposed to be practicing for one of his drawing and design classes tomorrow, but as intriguing as he genuinely finds his work, it's incredibly hard to concentrate when the incredibly attractive Blaine is sitting across from him and all Kurt wants to do is talk, but really he shouldn't.
"It's a pretty stormy night out."
Shit, Kurt, what're you doing, did you just start a conversation about weather?
Blaine looks up, eyes wide, like a deer caught in headlights, but after a moment he forcibly relaxes his expression.
"Yeah, it's raining pretty hard."
Blaine what did you just say? Now he won't know how to respond, and it'll be one of those awkward two sentence conversations. Shit
"It's too bad really. It's been so nice out lately."
O.k. keep it cool Kurt, you can have a coherent conversation, it's not that difficult.
"Hmmm. I love rain. It's like the city's getting washed away, but then it's still there the next morning. I don't know, I guess it's hard to explain."
Blaine stop. Now you're just muttering nonsense and he thinks you're crazy. Why are you telling all this to the hot barista? Wait hot?
"That's true, I guess I'd never really thought of it that way. I'm usually worried it will ruin my shoes."
Kurt laughs a little at his small joke aimed at himself, trying to get Blaine, who is obviously uncomfortable, really talking.
"Well I guess I should get back to my homework. I'm a studying to become a fashion designer."
Kurt that one was just pathetic. Why are you throwing out random information about yourself? He doesn't want to know even though you want him to.
"Really? That's cool." says Blaine, perking up slightly. Before he can stop and remind himself that he really doesn't want any friends right now, he's walking across the room towards Kurt. "Do you mind if I see some of your work?" he asks, resting is elbows on the countertop across from the other man. Kurt looks taken aback by his sudden forwardness, bit doesn't shy away. Rather he looks excited and happily pulls out a few sketches to show Blaine. "My name's Kurt by the way." He adds as he slides the paper over to Blaine.
"I know." Shit you should not have said that, you sound like a stalker, and now you're blushing so he knows just how guilty to are. "I-It's on your name tag." He stammers pointing to Kurt's name pinned to his shirt. Of course I look at your name every night and wonder about the man who it belongs to, but I'll keep that part to myself thanks. Kurt just smiles, almost conspiratorially, like they're in on some kind of secret together.
Blaine plays along, looking down at Kurt's art. They're gorgeous. His clothes can only be described as classy and elegant, with hints of 1920s styles, but dashes of modern and innovative ideas tossed in, perfectly corresponding with each other. Each outfit is exquisite. "Wow." Is all Blaine manages to say, mouth falling open. "These are amazing Kurt."
Kurt can't help the jitters he feels when Blaine says his name out loud for the first time. It seems so casual, but the idea that he's known it gives Kurt the faintest it of hope. "Thank you Blaine." He responds, the name darting out across his tongue, happy to be used around it's portrayer for the first time. "I just applied for an internship with Alexander McQueen, so fingers crossed." He says conversationally, trying to lighten the mood somewhat. Blaine grins, "The I wish you the best of luck."
Kurt laughs a little, because seriously, who talks like that? But it's endearing so he doesn't say anything.
"Thank you really, it's nice to get good feedback." Kurt pauses, "I don't know many people hear to show my work to and get reviews from."
Blaine nods like he understand, though Kurt doesn't know if it's the thing about not many friends, or hard to get reviews.
"I know what you mean. I don't know many people who can help me critique my writing."
Kurt's eyes light up. "Oh, you're an author?"
Blaine chuckles a little darkly. "Well, I aspire to be, but no such luck yet." Kurt nods, understanding. He's applied for jobs in fashion all over this city and hasn't seen anything that sounded promising until the opportunity for this internship came up. "Don't worry. Tons of authors get turned down by tons of publishers. You just have to find the right one."
Blaine nods, but still doesn't seem as cheerful as usual. "I don't think there are many publishers who would ever be willing to take on the things I write."
"Why is that?" asks Kurt, curious and happy Blaine is opening up so easily.
Blaine snickers again, like he's sharing an inside joke with himself. "I write poetry." He admits, looking at the floor and blushing a fair amount as the words slip out of his lips, barely audible.
"That's awesome." says Kurt enthusiastically, impressed, "Not many people can write poetry."
"Well, I'm not sure that I can even. Nobody wants any of my stuff."
Kurt can't help but giggle. "That could be taken the wrong way on so many levels." He says, smiling broadly. Blaine smacks him playfully on the arm, and then both boys freeze. The way they'd been interacting is the kind of things that close friends do, sharing secrets, fears, physical exchanges.
Kurt's not sure how his night shift came to where it is. It's 2:00 AM and he and Blaine are dancing around the empty coffee shop, belting out a Katy Perry song. It's Teenage Dream and their voices meld as they sing about driving to California, getting drunk and building a fort out of sheets.
Kurt giggles a little, skipping a line of lyrics when he sees how into it Blaine is. It's an old song from when Kurt was in high-school but he remembers the catchy melody, and clearly it's a favorite of Blaine. He's on one of the table now, running his fingers through his hair, and hot damn that is sexy.
Kurt! Stop it this instant! Don't go getting those thoughts when you've only just now started talking. Blaine puts out his hand and Kurt grabs it willingly, allowing himself to be hoisted onto the table alongside Blaine. They join together in the chorus, singing "Let's go all the way tonight, no regrets, just love.", eyes locking, lyrics resounding around the tiny room.
They both pause, inhaling heavily for a moment, slightly out of breath from all of the dancing. Then they instantaneously lean in for a kiss, soft at first, but then deepening, until Blaine's hands are running through Kurt's hair the way they were through his own not long before. Only Blaine could have gotten away with doing that. Kurt cups Blaine's cheek in his palm, sharing the perfect moment together.
Yay! I finished, now on to AP Psych homework!
Important: I went back and added BFS's ending to the last chapter because it was brilliant I didn't really have one. Anyway if you want go back and read the added paragraphs.
