That night, Kurt slept better than he had since returning to Lima. When he reflected upon that fact the next morning as he sat on the edge of his bed, assessing himself, he realized that it was odd how well he'd slept considering his night had been full of dreams. Dreams about Blaine.
He'd had little visions of them in various places around Lima, some of them already familiar—more like memories—and some of them not. He had a dream about them on the Ferris wheel, at the newspaper, and in the parking lot of the hardware store. Spread out amongst those dreams, though, he saw them at the Berry house, on the stage at the high school, and on the lawn outside of his dad's house.
Kurt thought about the little visions as he got up, did his business in the bathroom, and toasted himself a few slices of bread. He couldn't make heads or tails of the dreams or what they could possibly mean. They all seemed random and unrelated except for one particular piece of information: in each and every dream, there was a little piece of red yarn floating around in the background somewhere.
He was starting to believe that this red yarn had to mean something. After all, it kept popping up from nowhere—sometimes in real life, sometimes in his imagination—and always in connection with Blaine. It was enough to make him not want to go get coffee with Blaine. What if it was a sign that something was going to happen, and if he went, he'd be ignoring the sign? What if it's not a bad sign? his brain begged him to consider. What if it means that you should go?
"I can't flake on him," he said to himself as he sat down at the table to eat his toast which he'd spread with a bit of almond butter and some homemade strawberry jam from Burt's friend, Carole, on. "He was so sweet to offer me a chance to talk, and I honestly do feel like a conversation with him might make me feel better in the long run, even if it means that we don't become friends."
Since it was Sunday, Kurt knew his dad would sleep in, likely having been up half the night reading or watching TV. Burt would never admit to being a night owl, but Kurt knew enough from catching him in his recliner at two a.m. that he liked being up alone in the dark. So, he left him a note on the table about where he was going along with his dad's morning pills then hurried up the stairs to shower and dress before he had to leave for The Lima Bean.
It was harder than he'd imagined to choose something to wear. What outfit said, "Hey. I'm a broken guy who used to live in New York, and you want me to talk about what happened so we can become friends. Also, I'm not looking for a relationship"? Finally, he settled on a short-sleeve, blue button down with a gray vest that he hadn't worn in quite sometime and a pair of very tight, fitted blue and red cloud print pants. Honestly, the pants were probably too tight for a casual coffee not-a-date. They were comfortable, though, and they made him feel like a thousand bucks. So, he left them on, slipping on a pair of black, lace-up boots before collecting his Navigator keys and heading out the door.
All the way to The Lima Bean, he practiced how he was going to start his conversation with Blaine. "Hey. How was your night? I just want you to know that you don't have to be here. My story isn't that interesting, and I'm not sure I'd make a very good friend. I understand if you want to leave now."
That sounded good to him, and he whispered it over and over to himself until he pulled into the parking lot. Finding a space far away from everyone else, he climbed out, double-checking his outfit. Then, he squared his shoulders, took a deep breath, and headed for the front doors of the coffee shop.