5th February
Taxman - The Beatles
Kurt peered into the shop window, looking at the model. I like that coat, he thought to himself. He hummed and then broke away from the display-
And was hit by a passing scooter.
"Oh, shit, I'm sorry! Are you okay?"
Kurt looked up to see a boy standing over him. He was about his own age, with deep honey eyes and a thick mop of curly, dark brown hair. His scooter lay abandoned. He held his hand out to help Kurt up. And he took Kurt's breath away. "Um, yeah, I'm fine." He struggled to stand.
The boy smiled. "Good. I would have hated to have hurt you. I'm, um, I'm Blaine, by the way."
Now was Kurt's turn to smile, and really, who could resist a smile that infectious? "Kurt."
"Well, nice to meet you, Kurt. And sorry again." He glanced down. "Are your clothes okay?"
Kurt, for once, couldn't care less. "Yeah."
Blaine blushed, suddenly realising he was still holding Kurt's hand and dropping it like it was red hot. "I, erm, don't suppose I could... you know, to say sorry?"
Kurt frowned. "You don't suppose you could what?"
Blaine blushed more deeply and his eyes fell to the ground. "CanIbuyyoucoffee?" he mumbled.
"Sorry?"
"Can I, um, buy you, maybe, a coffee?"
Kurt grinned. "I know a really great place just down the road."
And on the subject of the law... WHAT HAPPENED TO MARRIAGE EQUALITY TODAY?