Reflected In Your Beautiful Eyes

Main characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel
Important side characters: Cooper Anderson, Lars Anderson, Runa Anderson, Linnea Falk
Other side characters: Pam Anderson, Richard Anderson, Leah
Pairings: Klaine, Cooper/Runa, Pam/Richard
Fandom: Glee
Author: Myrne
Rated: T
Summary: Blaine has the best little nephew ever. That's why he's agreed to babysit him once every other week while his brother and sister-in-law are working. And hey, maybe he will finally work up the courage to speak to that gorgeous barista from the coffee shop around the corner.
Important: I don't own Glee and their characters! I also apologize for any mistakes. English is not my mother tongue. This story is Blaine P.O.V. fully.

I think I went too far with giving Cooper and Runa a role in this story. I just love them really much and I wished Cooper was included in canon Glee more than just one episode. He should have been at the wedding, even though he couldn't know his brother would get married there. Blaine's mom was there?

But anyways, enjoy this second chapter of 'Reflected In Your Beautiful Eyes'. The title is from 'Barcelona' from Ed Sheeran. I love this song and I love the city Barcelona, even though the song itself has nothing to do with this story. This quote suits though, so this happened.

Chapter 2

Blaine was a mess and he drove everyone around him crazy with his Kurt-talk. It had been a week since his second encounter with the beautiful boy and he his obsession hadn't lessened even a little bit.

After he had paid and had collected the coffee, it hadn't taken long for Lars to fuss in the baby sling, which forced Blaine to have to take his coffee outside and go back to Cooper and Runa's apartment to let his baby nephew take a nap.

He had glanced in the direction of Kurt one last time, but he was busy working. Ofcourse he wasn't interested in Blaine. It was just a silly, little crush and Blaine should get over it.

Well, a week had passed and Blaine hadn't plucked up the courage yet to go back to the coffee shop. He had been over at Cooper and Runa's many times, but he just didn't know what he should say. Linnea, Runa, Cooper, Leah and even his parents all gave different advices and Blaine's head was full of it.

That was why he found himself standing in front of the coffee shop one day, staring through the window, seeing Kurt do his thing perfectly. Blaine had volunteered to take Lars outside for a walk, so Cooper and Runa could clean up the place without being distracted by their baby boy.

Blaine was currently bouncing in place with Lars hanging, kicking his feet excitedly and also kicking his uncle in the stomach.

"Hey, dearest nephew of mine…" Blaine laughed and looked through the window again. He saw Kurt looking at him at precisely the same time and Blaine quickly looked away, widening his eyes and quickly pressed a kiss on Lars' head, turning around and continuing his way around the block.

"He saw me, Lars, that was probably the creepiest thing I have done in a very long time."

Baby Lars only let out a loud squeal and Blaine sighed deeply, moving himself and his little nephew through the streets of Brooklyn, New York.

"I am a failure when it comes to men…" Blaine mumbled when he passed the coffee shop again, and he couldn't help but sneak a peek again. Kurt was still there, his wonderful hair a bit ruffled after a day's work.

Back at the apartment of his brother and sister-in-law, Blaine unhooked Lars from the baby sling and put him into bed, because it was way past his bed time already and he had been tired for a while now.

He slipped quietly into the living room, keeping the door slightly open to be able to hear Lars and sat down on the couch next to his brother and sister-in-law, who offered him a hot cup of tea.

"Thanks, guys," Blaine sighed and wrapped his hands around the cup of tea, warming his hands and blowing into the hot beverage.

"Uhoh, you look like you've seen a ghost," Runa exclaimed, while she grabbed a chocolate bar and opened it, breaking off pieces and offering them to her husband and brother-in-law.

"That's probably because he has. It's probably Kurt, the gorgeous barista from the coffee shop around the corner. Little Blaine here has a crush!" Cooper sing-songed, while ignoring the hateful glare he got from Blaine.

"It's nothing like that! I appreciate beauty, that's all…" Blaine mumbled, but knew Cooper and Runa would look right through him…

"Oh, I call this enormous bullshit, little brother of mine!" Cooper answered and Runa looked at Blaine with narrowed eyes, silently calling him out on his bullshit too.

"Okay, you are right…" Blaine sighed, defeated. "When I was taking Lars for a walk, I stopped in front of the coffee shop to have a look if Kurt would be there. And he was. And he saw me staring. I am the most awkward person when it comes to flirting."

"Yeah, it's not like a natural feeling for flirting runs in the family," Runa snorted and started laughing, probably thinking back to the moment she met Cooper.

"Hey! You swore never to bring up our meeting again ," Cooper protested, not trusting the way his wife's eyes were sparkling in mischief.

"Oh, that's my favourite story!" Blaine exclaimed, glad they had stopped talking about his failed attempt at flirting with Kurt. He clapped in his hands like a small kid wanting an ice cream. "Tell me, tell me, tell me!"

"But you know it already, Blainey," Cooper groaned and sipped his tea, hiding his face behind the big mug.

"That doesn't mean I don't want to be reminded sometimes." Blaine threw a wink into the direction of his brother, who in turn immediately shut his mouth when he saw the way his wife glanced at him.

"Well, Blainey, your dear brother here was at the wonderful American invention that is called Target. It's the biggest mess ever…" Runa started and saw the two Anderson brothers roll their eyes.

"Anyways… Cooper here saw me, was infatuated with the way I looked and proceeded to run into a stack of toiletpaper. When he saw me looking up, he grinned like a mad man and started pointing at me and then at himself and held up a piece of paper and a pen."

Blaine was already laughing, wiping the tears off his cheeks. "Oh boy, it was during his acting years. He always carried random pieces of paper in his pockets in case a fan ran into him and didn't have anything to get his signature on."

Cooper was moping next to his wife and crossed his arms, looking sad. "Hey, I was still young and full of dreams."

"Oh, hey," Runa said quietly, seeing how the mood had changed to more serious. "I know things didn't work out in the acting department. I just want you to know that I'm still really proud of you and I'm honoured to call you my husband. I love you."

Blaine looked at his brother and sister-in-law sharing a sweet kiss with misty eyes. He desperately wanted what these guys were having and he couldn't wait until he was in their shoes, being married and raising an adorable kid.

"Well, we still need to score Blaine a date with this Kurt. I'll consider myself a bad big brother if I don't help my little brother get laid!" Cooper exclaimed, earning a slap on his shoulder from his wife.

Blaine's cheeks turned red and huffed, crossing his arms the same way Cooper did earlier. They really were brothers after all, both drama queens.

"Okay, let's make plans for dinner. Blaine, you wanna join?" Runa quickly changed the subject, before things could turn ugly between the two brothers.

"If it's not too much of a trouble. I do have a shift at the library later tonight though, but not until 8, so I could go to the store, buy something quick and easy and whip it up, while you guys are busy with Lars. I don't mind. We could eat together with Lars instead of later."

"That's a wonderful idea, baby brother," Cooper then proceeded to grab his wallet and fish out some money. "Here, take it, you are a poor student, while we both have steady jobs with okay paychecks. You don't have to feed us. You babysit our kid for free, we should be feeding you."

"Thanks, Coop," Blaine smiled and grabbed his coat, walking out of the apartment to the nearest store, just around the corner.

Inside the store, he walked straight to the quick meals aisle, not really paying attention to his surroundings, which caused him to bump into the first person he met in the store. He yelped and looked up, ready to utter an apology, when he suddenly froze. It was Kurt.

Okay, Anderson. Come on… Words. You learned speaking 20 years ago, you can do this. It's not that hard…

But the words wouldn't come and he saw Kurt's bright smile lessen and he didn't want that to happen and there was something in his mind that suddenly clicked and…

"Sorry!" Blaine said quickly, proud he hadn't said aything embarrassing.

"Hey, it's okay…" Kurt said softly and Blaine was again stunned by the beautiful sound of his voice. It was angelic and a bit high, but still a wonderful sound and Blaine wanted to hear it more.

If you want to hear it more, don't screw this up, Anderson!

"I'm such an idiot," Blaine blabbered and scratched the back of his head. "Um, I don't know if you remember me, but I'm the guy who sometimes comes to your coffee shop. Um, with a baby?"

"Yes, I do remember. He's adorable, I mean… the kid, not you, obviously!"

Blaine called it a victory when he saw Kurt blush because of the slip up, so he cheered internally. "Um, I do get it, he's the absolute best."

"Not that I don't think you're handsome, I mean, I appreciate beauty when I see it and… okay, I'm just gonna shut up now. You have a son and probably a beautiful partner at home and just pretend you hadn't just bumped into me!" Kurt then wanted to turn around, so Blaine had to act fast, or else…

"Wait! You're completely mistaken. Um, the kid's not mine. It's my brother's, so he's my wonderful little cute nephew and I babysit him every other week when my brother and sister-in-law are working."

Blaine saw Kurt release a deep breath and considered that another victory.

"Oh, that actually makes sense, I thought you were a bit young for kids, but hey, you shouldn't judge right? I mean, we live in a country with many teen pregnancies."

"You're absolutely right. Um… So, since you called me handsome and I heard you throwing in the word 'beauty' aswell, I'm just gonna be bold and ask you for your number…"

"Just like when you were bold and stared right at me through the window of the coffee shop?" Kurt grinned and winked teasingly.

"Oh, you do remember," Blaine groaned and started pouting, which made Kurt laugh loudly.

"Hey, don't be ashamed, I just blabbered in front of my crush. Yes, I do admit I started crushing on you the day you first entered the coffee shop. I wouldn't shut up about you to my friends. Ask them. It's embarrassing."

"Oh, you are just as smitten with me as I am with you. That's… amazing," Blaine mumbled and started blushing. This conversation should have been extremely awkward, but he actually loved the way Kurt was also nervous and it was cute as hell.

"Why are we both so bad at flirting?" Kurt suddenly asked and Blaine saw Kurt take a deep breath. "Let me try again. I remember you asking for my number. You look amazing, so I'm gonna go ahead and ask you for your number. Please, if you could put your number in my phone?"

Blaine did an internal dance and grabbed Kurt's phone, adding his number in and handing it back, throwing in a flirty wink, which earned him a wink back, making his knees all wobbly. Oh, he was so smitten.

"I think that second attempt at us flirting went way better, don't you think?" Kurt joked and Blaine nodded eagerly.

"Yes, it earned you my phone number. But hey, I do like the way we are a bit awkward. You don't need to change yourself for a guy," Blaine answered truthfully.

"Yes, you're absolutely right. You've seen the real Kurt Hummel." Kurt then gasped and his eyes grew big. "That reminds me. I just got a number from a guy while I don't even know his name!"

Blaine's eyes turned darker and smiled at Kurt. "Good luck finding a name you don't recognize in your phone. I expect a text tonight."

Blaine then left the shop, having no groceries for dinner with Cooper and Runa. He wanted to keep the mystery alive for a little bit longer. He considered that alright flirting and he just hoped Kurt agreed.

He walked back to his brother's apartment, purchasing some food from a Chinese shop just down the apartment. He figured it would work, since it was almost Lars' dinner time aswell.

Now the ball was in Kurt's hands. He didn't have Kurt's number, so he had to wait for him to text. It added a sense of adventure to the whole flirting though. But still, he couldn't wait for that first text.

He entered the apartment with Lars squealing in his chair, while Runa was feeding him some kind of mashed up vegetable. Lars was looking up when he saw his uncle enter the living room and squealed even harder. All three adults pushed their hands over their ears and Lars just looked at every single one of them with big eyes.

Blaine laughed and put the plastic bag with food on the table. "Sorry guys, I had a bit of flirting to do in the supermarket, so I needed to leave the shop with no groceries whatsoever."

He then proceeded to tell the story of how he ran into Kurt. Runa approved of the way he kept the mystery alive by leaving at that exact moment.

"I think you can expect a text tonight. I don't know how many contacts he has in his phone, but he should be able to find it rather quickly."

"I hope so," Blaine asked truthfully, chewing on a piece of meat thoughtfully. He had done a great job at flirting and he loved the way he was getting more and more bold with Kurt.

Blaine sighed deeply. It was currently 11pm and he just finished his shift at the NYU library. He had to close down, so the books that students hadn't put away after studying were for him to put back. Luckily he had the system memorized, which was convenient.

When he did his last check throughout the big room, he couldn't help but to think about Kurt. He still hadn't received a text from him. He had checked throughout the evening, in between students checking in books or chatting with fellow English Literature students and discussing certain poems.

This job was good for social contacts and students started recognizing him and he them. There were several students that shared classes with Blaine. Linnea even popped by and listened to him rant about Kurt for several minutes, until a student politely cleared her throat to check out a book.

Linnea hung around for a few more minutes, until she announced she would go home to study. She wasn't the type to hang around in libraries. She prefered the comfort of home when studying. Blaine wasn't like that. He loved libraries. He was found in the libraby even outside of work hours. He loved the way they were designed. He loved the endless amounts of books running all the way up to the ceiling. It was mesmerizing.

Blaine cleaned up his desk, throwing away the half eaten apple and his empty bottle of water. He turned off all the lights, locked the door and brought the key to the library back to the safe, where it would be picked up by the day librarian the next morning.

A subway ride later, Blaine finally made it home and threw his bag in the corner of his room. By the lack of sounds coming from Leah's room, she probably was already asleep, so Blaine tried to make no sound when he did his night routine.

In bed, he grabbed a book and started reading, but he felt himself getting distracted. His eyes kept moving to his phone to see if he had missed any texts. He shouldn't be this obsessed. Kurt was probably a busy man. He had a job in a coffee shop, but maybe he was also a student, who had to work a lot more than Blaine to provide for his expensive life in the city. He knew nothing about the young man, but if it was Blaine's call, that would soon change.

Suddenly, Blaine felt extremely tired and closed the book, turning off his light. Then, the room brightened when his phone alerted him of a new text message. Quickly, he opened his phone and his heart started beating faster when he saw an unknown number.

I absolutely hate you. I have tons of clients in my phone. I don't know all their names. So I proceeded to text several of them and I got some eager responses. That just sounds like I'm a gigolo or something, which I promise I'm not. When I don't work at the coffee shop, I am a Vogue intern, which ofcourse pays next to nothing. But then I saw 'Blaine' and that name just suits you. So here I am, hoping to honest god that you are the handsome guy who stalked me in the coffee shop and I had a cute conversation with in the supermarket earlier today. – Kurt.

Blaine tried not to squeal. The text was seriously long. It must have costed at least three texts to send that and Blaine was happy Kurt thought he was worth that.

How do you know I'm not some other client who just claims to be the one you met this afternoon? No, I'm kidding. It's me. I'm Blaine Anderson, I have the cutest nephew in the whole wide world and I have a brother who teases me for not shutting up about one Kurt Hummel, a barista and Vogue intern. I can't wait to get to know you better. Hope you feel the same way. – Blaine.

Blaine clicked 'send' before he could really think about what he typed. He just hoped he wasn't being too forward…. Although, their whole conversation this afternoon had been forward. So he really shouldn't be worried.

I feel the absolute same way. Let me take you out on a date. Please say yes? – Kurt.

A soft squeal left Blaine's mouth when he read the response he got, not even a minute after he had send his. Kurt wanted to go on a date!

It would be an absolute honour, Kurt Hummel. Just tell me when and I'll check my schedule. – Blaine.

Blaine waited for a response eagerly. Sleep could wait for a little while longer. He didn't have any classes until noon anyways, so he could sleep in.

Are you free this Friday? Say around 8pm? I can come pick you up at home like a real gentleman. – Kurt.

Blaine quickly checked his calender in his phone and smirked, already planning his response in his mind.

Make it 8.30pm and I'm all yours. I have a shift at the NYU library until 8.15. If you want, you can come pick me up there. I love the way you are being all gentlemanny. – Blaine.

Blaine didn't care he was shamelessly flirting. Kurt asked for it. Kurt was so special, he could already feel it. He wanted to know everything there was to know about Kurt Hummel, and then some more.

I will be there to pick you up. You won't know what hits you after you've met the gentleman that is Kurt Hummel. I am raised by my father and he would be ashamed if I wouldn't pick you up on our first date. – Kurt.

Blaine grinned so widely it hurt his cheeks, but he didn't care in the slighest. He had just planned a date with a guy he was dreaming about for weeks and it felt amazing.

Kurt? – Blaine.

Blaine just had to wait for 15 seconds to get a reply.

Yes? – Kurt.

I can't wait – Blaine.

Me neither. – Kurt.

With his phone still in his hands, Blaine fell asleep, a wide smile around his lips.