This is the second part of the Saga…I hope you enjoy…
P.S. This story may contain information that isn't suitable for Glee Fans. I decided to change the Klaine Story a bit. So, keep your mind open and clear for changes as to how Kurt and Blaine meet. ENJOY, AGAIN!
Right then, the person from the car starts honking again. I look inside and there they were…The person I dreaded to see the most on Friday the 13th…
..ooOOoo…
He is the one person I know to be more SUPER, superstitious than me; he is Fred, the owner of Lima Café. Fred is gay, too. He knew about Blaine and I practically before we knew about 'us'. Fred opens the door and gets out of the car with his pink shoulder bag. He places his bright orange sunglasses on top of his head. I notice that his sunglasses match his pants and sandals. You would think as gay as he is, he would know the differences between tacky and over-rated.
"Oh. Hey, Fred! Sorry to call you an idiot. How are you today?" I ask politely, thinking maybe that would make up for calling him and idiot.
"He, He! That wouldn't be the worst thing people have called me. Sorry to burst your LOVE bubble, but I woke up late! Oh, heavens, isn't that awful?"
"At least we can be the first ones in today!" Blaine yelled.
"Yes darling, you can be! Y' all didn't see anyone else come by did you? I can't lose customers near Halloween! You know, I broke the mirror this morning. That might have something to do with it! " Fred says while walking towards the door to unlock it.
"Blaine! We have to go somewhere else!" I tell Blaine realizing, one of the superstitions is not to be near someone who has recently broke a mirror.
"Kurt, he just got here. Don't you want your coffee?"
"Yes. But not today! Superstitions! Please, let's just go…!" I said.
"Come on in. I'll start the machines. You to have a seat in 'your' spot!" Fred said, as Blaine looks at me with a smile.
"Do you remember?" Blaine asks.
"Of course! How could I forget?" I say.
We walk into the Café to sit at 'our' table. Fred walks over to us with a smile and says, "Tell me the story again!"
Kurt's POV…
I was going for my daily Lima Café Coffee. It was Saturday, and I was still sulking from a slushy-drink that ruined my newly bought jacket and my $120 flat-tops. Those darn jockeys. They think they can get their way no matter what the cost.
I step out of my car to see three kids, wearing lettermen jackets with a 'D' on them. I had seen the jackets here and there, but never at the Lima Café. I noticed two of them holding hands, and the other one, single? I guessed those two were gay, because of the way they were holding hands, but the other one was more mysterious. He looked like the leader of the group. Does that make him single and gay? He looked at me with his gorgeous brown eyes and top of the line long wavy curls. Everything about him was, oh so, perfect!
Blaine's POV…
… And there he was standing in a pose that no other man on earth could pull off. I could see his body shape, wondering what he did to say so, normal. We stood there looking at each other for what seems like hours, admiring each other.
"Get to the good part, Blaine!" Fred interrupts.
"Okay, okay! Almost there."
I extend my arm to lean against the light post that was on my right...which had surprisingly been used to hold Wes's date against while making out. Then I crossed my leg behind the other to try to pull off the sexy look, but just as I get situated, I had to itch my nose. I used my other hand to scratch, but I lost my balance. I slid my hand down the light pole only to get two blisters: One in my finger, and one in the palm of my hand.
I lose all sign of Sexy, so I go inside, leaving whoever my new 'stare friend' was to be. Unfortunately… and Wes with his date…He was lucky.
Kurt's POV…
…That's when I followed… At this point, all I could see was his friends kissing at the light post, while my 'Mystery-Man' was walking through the door. But, right before I get through the door, I take one more glance at the two boys. Such a turn on! Bam! I run right into the door.
Blaine's POV…
…and that's when I come to you…Fred!
"This is my favorite part." Fred interrupts, again.
"You mean to tell me that your favorite part is when you enter the story?" I asked confused.
"Duh! What else, Honey?" Fred says, gesturing to continue to the story.
(Fred called me 'Honey' too. Maybe it is a gay thing…)
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