Day 16: Chance
A/N: Oh, I haven't written a coffee shop trope in a while…
"I'm gonna do it."
"Good."
"Seriously. I am."
"Good. It's about time."
"But…what if he hates it?"
"I swear, Anderson," Santana rolled her eyes and began muttering something in what Blaine thought was Spanish as she wiped down a table in the café. "Look. You and your pretty pony over there have been making goo-goo eyes at each other since you first parked your perky butt on that stool and began singing here two months ago. He can barely do his job when you're singing. I know, because I have to keep poking him to get him to work. He's not gonna say no."
Blaine took a deep breath, reaching for his guitar and settling on the stool in the small stage area where musicians entertained the coffee shop guests. Santana wasn't wrong about the goo-goo eyes, although that wasn't exactly the term Blaine would have used. He had noticed Kurt the very first day he'd begun working at City Bean. Of course he had – Kurt was easily the most gorgeous man Blaine had ever seen in real life.
Blaine learned early on that Kurt had recently broken up with his boyfriend and was on a dating embargo, much to Blaine's dismay. The past few weeks, however, Blaine had noticed a change. Kurt definitely seemed more relaxed and open in their conversations, and Blaine even thought he detected some flirtatious moments between them.
He'd been working up the courage to actually ask Kurt out, and decided that today was the day. Tomorrow, Kurt would be flying back to Ohio to spend Christmas with his family. He would return to the city on the 30th. Just in time, if Blaine's plan went well.
Santana had come around the other side of Blaine to bus a table, pausing to point a well-manicured finger at him. "I'm sick of watching the two of you dance around each other. It's nauseating. Make your move, Anderson and put us all out of our misery."
Blaine laughed. "Gee, thanks for the kind words, San."
"What can I say? I'm a romantic," she called over her shoulder as she strutted away.
xoxoxo
It was the end of Blaine's set, and time for him to put his plan into motion.
"I've got one more number before I call it a night," he spoke into the mic, looking around the busy café. "If you'll indulge me, I'd like to send this one out to someone in particular. I hope he'll like it," he added, catching Kurt's eye across the room meaningfully. He strummed a few chords, leaned into the mic, and began to sing.
Maybe it's much too early in the game
Ah, but I thought I'd ask you, just the same
What are you doing New Year's, New Year's Eve?
Some of the patrons were too caught up in their own conversations to pay much attention to the live entertainment, but others were taking the opportunity to enjoy the music. A few caught onto Blaine's intentions, looking back and forth between him and the enraptured barista who had stepped out from behind the counter and was slowly crossing the room. Kurt reached the front table as Blaine finished his serenade.
Ah, but in case I'd stand one little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in advance
What are you doing New Year's
New Year's Eve?
The crowd applauded as Blaine brought the song to a close, some cheering aloud (and one café employee giving a loud wolf whistle) when Blaine raised his brow in question and Kurt accepted with an enthusiastic nod.
Blaine was never so happy to have taken a chance in his life.
