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Blaine had a problem. Well, okay, it wasn't really a problem, but he couldn't seem to go anywhere without humming or singing or smiling. The sun seemed to always be shining and happy (yeah, uh, okay it was summer) and Blaine got up every morning feeling as if each day was going to be a good day.

It was weird.

So when Blaine woke up on Friday morning, his already exuberant mood was kicked up a couple notches when he realized he was meeting Kurt for coffee today. Blaine snuggled under the sheets in his bed, not wanting to get dressed quite yet. Mm, Kurt. Ever since he had come over with Mercedes for dinner, they had been hanging out two or three times a week. They would go out for coffee or go on a walk in the park or go shopping together (Blaine wasn't nearly the expert in men's fashion as Kurt was) and just spend time getting to know one another. It was the best part of Blaine's day.

Which…if he didn't get up soon, he would be late to meet Kurt! Blaine hopped out of bed, threw on a fresh pair of jeans, a white t-shirt, and a dark blue vest. He grabbed his sunglasses (Pink glasses? Damn straight) and hummed to himself as he passed by Ava's home office. The door was open ajar, and he just wanted to tell her that he was leaving, when he heard her say his name.

"Blaine's been acting…odd lately."

Ava was talking on the phone, but Blaine couldn't tell who she was talking to.

"I don't know what it is, but he's been hanging out with his friends a lot more. Don't get me wrong; it's great when he does that!..."

Blaine heard a muffled voice on the other end of the line. He didn't mean to eavesdrop, but…

"Naw, Delilah, it's not like that. I mean, he's spending a lot more time holed up in his office, and he's playing his guitar wayyy more than he used to."

Oh, so she was talking with Delilah? About him? Funny…even though she was one of Ava's best friends, Blaine had never liked that her. There was just something about Delilah that screamed "BITCH!" Also, Blaine was fairly sure that Delilah wasn't that fond of him either.

"He seems…happier. And of course I love that, he keeps going on and on about his new friend Kurt. Remember the guy that you recommended to sing at our wedding?"… "I know! He's such a sweetheart, and we've become good friends with him! Ah, but that's not why I wanted to talk to you."

Oh really? Blaine was getting even more curious.

"Okay…well…it's just that…Blaine is getting a bit distant. Like I can feel him drifting away from me. And it's not like we don't talk like we used to; we are still best friends. But ever since we got married, I kind of thought that…well…you know…the sex would get better. Right? But we are far from the crazed newlyweds that everyone thinks us to be. Ah, I just don't get it! I mean nothing has happened that would change anything between us! When we are together, he seems far off and distracted, and he's definitely not really into anything regarding sex. At all."

Blaine took a step back from the door, shocked. She was talking about their sex life? Over the phone? With Delilah, of all people?

"What I am I supposed to do? I can't lose him to…to something that I can't even name! I don't know why or how but everything is different between us." It's like the sparks I always thought were there were in fact dreamed up in my head…thought Ava sadly.

"…do I think he's cheating on me?"

Okay, now Blaine was pissed. What the hell? Now Delilah's accusing him of cheating on his wife? That woman didn't know anything.

"No! Blaine would never do that! We love each other and are honest with one another…no…it's not that."

Gah, Blaine was fed up with this. Why wouldn't Ava just talk about all this shit with him before taking it to one of her friends, especially a friend who was judgmental and didn't like him? This was their private life, for god's sake! Disgusted, Blaine walked back to their bedroom and noisily walked down the hall, making sure to yell "Bye, I'm going out!" so Ava could hear.

Obviously annoyed, the only thing Blaine could think about that would improve his mood was seeing Kurt. Thank the LORD that he was going to see him now…

Kurt sat at a small corner table for two at Henrietta's, sipping a non-fat mocha in one of those large cappuccino cups. It was 9:33 and Blaine wasn't here yet…humph. Something must be up, because Blaine was ALWAYS, always on time. Kurt's heart fluttered a little at the prospect of spending his morning with Blaine; even seeing that man made his brain go all melty and his stomach feel warm and tingly. But, damn it, where was that boy?

Kurt glanced out the window just in time to see Blaine a block away, hurrying down the sidewalk, hands jammed in his pockets. There was a faint hint of a scowl on Blaine's face, and it looked like he was muttering to himself. Kurt was instantly alarmed; Blaine was definitely upset about something. Kurt's heart broke, seeing the man he really really liked (screw it, loved) in pain.

Blaine jogged down the sidewalk and skidded to a stop in front of the brightly lit door of the café. Shit, he was late. He checked himself out subtly in the reflective windows, and he began to ineffectively smooth down his hair before remembering that Kurt liked it when it was all curly and messy…so…well…Blaine let it fly free. Blaine tried to shake off the small bundle of nerves inside his chest, because really, this felt like the hundredth time he was hanging out with Kurt so there was absolutely no reason to be nervous. Blaine pushed the door open and was embraced with a rush of cool air. That was more like it. But wait! Was this the wrong thing to wear?...

Kurt turned around from the counter just as Blaine walked through the door. Perfect timing, he thought. Even though Blaine tried to hide it, Kurt could tell that he was still visibly flustered (the effect was adorable, especially with the hair). Blaine and Kurt reached their usual table at the same time, but Blaine looked up in surprise as Kurt handed him a cup of coffee.

"Medium drip, right?"

Blaine was stunned. He stared at Kurt and took a sip of his coffee. Mm, it was heaven; exactly what he needed right now.

"You know my coffee order?" Blaine asked curiously, locking eyes with Kurt in a silent 'Thank You.'

Kurt only smirked, lowering himself into his chair and taking a sip of his mocha. As soon as he met Blaine's eyes, Kurt knew he had done the right thing: Blaine was visibly relaxing, his body sagging into the chair and his eyebrows losing that tense furrow. Kurt's heart mended a little as he saw the (though unattainable) love of his life perk up from the combination of coffee and thoughtfulness.

Blaine sighed into his cup and stretched, looking lazily up at Kurt. "So tell me how your day has been…hopefully it's been better than mine so far. But seeing you has made it so much better, especially since you are crazy talented at knowing exactly what I need."

Kurt beamed back at Blaine, trying his hardest to keep a blush from rising on his cheeks. "Not much has happened today, but hey, it's only 9:45! I did see a woman walking down the hallway this morning who should be featured in 'What Not to Wear.' I almost fainted, her outfit was so hideous. Green velvet, leopard print, and plaid were never, ever meant to go together…" Kurt continued to amuse Blaine with little anecdotes from his morning, successfully distracting Blaine from his preoccupied state.

At a momentary lull in their conversation, Blaine slid his elbow onto the table and let his cheek rest on his hand. Kurt was staring out the window, watching birds flutter across the busy street, the late July sun shimmering in the background. Happily noting how their silence was one of comfort and understanding, Kurt turned back only to find Blaine watching his every move intensely, as if he was making a mental recording for analysis.

Blaine was caught up with the way Kurt's eyes were shining in the light, his pupils glittering with tiny specks of silver. It was breathtaking, really, and Blaine had never seen anything so beautiful.

"What?" asked Kurt, a bit more harshly than he intended, blushing at Blaine's continued scrutiny. "Do I have food on my face or something? Because if I do I will threaten you with bodily harm for not telling me sooner-"

"You're beautiful, you know?" Blaine blurted out, effectively cutting off Kurt's rant.

Kurt stopped mid sentence, eyes wide. "Shut up," he mumbled, cheeks turning dark pink at the compliment. One could easily say that Kurt had gotten much better at accepting compliments, but something like this? Coming from Blaine, of all people? That was too much right there.

This time it was Blaine's turn to blush, because he actually hadn't intended on saying that out loud. I mean sure, he thought it, in a completely platonic, third-party observer way, but Kurt didn't need to know that. Blaine nudged Kurt's foot with his own under the table. "Hey. You still there?"

Oh my god. He's playing footsie with me! Kurt's inner teen squealed as Rational Kurt let out at contented sigh. On the outside, he only glared at Blaine (while nudging him back playfully, of course). This was innocent, right? There were other people around and they were just having a little fun.

Oh god; who was he kidding? Kurt was enjoying this far too much for it to be innocent. The butterflies (those really really good kind of butterflies) in his tummy were a sign that he had to stop before he crossed their 'friendship' line. Kurt cursed to himself. Rules are shit…

Blaine cocked his head to one side, looking back up at Kurt. "Tell me what you were like in high school."

Kurt grinned, thinking back to his McKinley High Glee Club days. Ah, the memories. "Do you really want to know? Not that I don't mind talking about myself or anything, but…"

Blaine's eyes sparkled and he leaned forward across the table, bringing his face inches from Kurt's. "No, tell me! I want to know everything!"

Kurt giggled at Blaine's enthusiasm; Blaine was so cute when he did that! "Okay. I started off the normal way, getting dumpster tossed as a freshman and getting slushied every other day. Come to think of it, that got worse once I joined New Directions…"

Blaine placed a hand on Kurt's arm in alarm, stopping him. "Wait, what? People tossed you into dumpsters? And it was allowed? And what do you mean slushied? Why?"

Kurt gave him a look, that "Bitch, please?" expression he had perfected. "Really Blaine. I was the only out gay kid there. And it was public school; our cheerleading coach had more influence than the principal. Plus that was nothing compared to what happened later…" Kurt's eyes darkened slightly as he remembered Karofsky's abuse, but he passed over it quickly.

Blaine noticed but said nothing, though internally he was furious; he couldn't imagine how humiliating that would've been, especially for Kurt. Blaine knew bullying, but something in Kurt's eyes told him that this was different.

"Actually, I slushied myself once. Funny story…" Kurt told Blaine about all the drama Finn caused when he joined and quit and rejoined New Directions; it almost sounded like a soap opera the way Kurt described it.

Blaine was captivated as Kurt talked animatedly about how he once had a diva-off with Rachel to sing 'Defying Gravity,' how they did a mattress commercial and almost got disqualified from sectionals, and how there always seemed to be someone out there, trying to disband their club.

Kurt laughed to himself, remembering nice, sweet Brittany's ridiculous comments. He really did miss all of them…he'd have to go back to Lima soon to visit; Finn and Rachel got mad at him if he didn't visit every few months.

Blaine was trying to imagine teenage Kurt, as fashionable and witty as ever, when he heard Kurt say something about football and cheerleading. "Wait—what? Football? Cheerleading?"

"Gosh, you're a terrible listener, Blaine." Kurt chastised with a grin. "I was saying that I was a football and a cheerleader, though my short stints on both teams made me dislike spandex and polyester for quite a while." Kurt shuddered, remembering how the cheap, scratchy cheerleading uniform felt on his body. Ick.

Blaine's jaw dropped; he felt as if it had become unhinged. "Yo-you were a football player AND a cheerleader?" He fleetingly pictured Kurt in a football uniform and then hastily pushed the image out of his head, trying to reel his jaw back into place. Jesus, Kurt was full of surprises.

"Yes, Blaine. I was the kicker. And I channeled Beyonce and won our only game the entire season, thank you very much," said Kurt smugly. Hmm…I wonder if I still have that outfit somewhere…

"Explain…"

"I taught the football team how to do the Single Ladies' Dance." Kurt replied dismissively. "And when I was on the Cheerios, Mercedes and I did this spectacular Madonna number…oh, yeah! And I sang that fourteen minute Celine Dion song at Nationals!"

Blaine sat in a stunned silence, happily listening to Kurt recount his high school exploits. Gosh, Kurt really was something else.

An hour later, their conversation had turned to more serious topics. Kurt was looking at Blaine when he asked the question; he really didn't mean to ask it…it just slipped out. "Do you believe in love at first sight?" Kurt clamped his lips shut tightly, but Blaine heard him.

Did he believe in love at first sight? "I don't know…I mean, I don't think you can tell, just by looking at a person, that they are your soul mate. You need to get to know them first and learn what kind of person they are before you can fall in love with them. Stuff like that doesn't happen anyways…it's just a fairytale."

"No it's not!" Kurt blurted out, swearing at himself again. Damn, he had been doing that a lot recently. "It's not a fairy tale," said Kurt softly, thinking back to the first moment he saw Blaine. "I think, when you are with your true love, everything suddenly feels right. It's as if the whole world has been waiting for the moment for you two to meet, and then the rest is inevitable. The love is there from the beginning. The whole getting to know them part, that's when you fall in love even more." Kurt sighed, wishing that he was having this discussion with Blaine under some very different circumstances.

"But that's too easy," retorted Blaine, shaking his head. "How can you see a person and know instantly that you were meant to be with them for the rest of your life? The world just doesn't work that way."

"You just know," replied Kurt, tracing the rim of his coffee cup with his finger. "I mean, of course, I don't know from personal experience..." Lies, can't Blaine tell that he's lying? "but I can only imagine it feels as if you've known that person forever, and every following moment you spend with them, when they surprise you and tell you their secrets, that's when your life together actually begins. And no one says it's going to be easy..." God knows that's not true for him… "But you work at it like any other relationship and it's the best thing in the world."

Blaine stared at Kurt and sighed. "I guess you could be right...Ah, I don't know." Blaine though back to Ava and their relationship. It was on the rocks right now, and Blaine was not looking forward to confronting her about why he was so annoyed. All their problems seemed so…petty and unnecessary, yet they frustrated him to no end!

Kurt noticed Blaine's pensiveness. "Want to talk about it?" he asked, referring to how Blaine was upset earlier that morning.

Blaine shook his head, biting down on his lip. No, this was something he had to deal with on his own. He didn't mind telling Kurt, not one bit, but after hearing about all the bullying Kurt had to deal with, Blaine couldn't help but want to be just as strong a person as Kurt was. He could deal with this if Kurt could deal with death threats. Hot fury rushed through Blaine's veins as he thought back to Kurt's retelling of the Karofsky Incidents. How could someone do that to a person like Kurt?

Kurt swallowed hard, eyes focused on the soft pink lip that was caught underneath Blaine's teeth. God that was so sexy. Kurt's eyes widened as Blaine's tongue swiped across his lips quickly, sending a jolt down Kurt's already attentive spine. Hot damn…

The table vibrated, shocking both Kurt and Blaine out of their thoughts. Whaaaa? It vibrated again, causing to Kurt to realize that he had gotten a text message from someone. He picked up his phone and glanced at the screen. Crap; it was Paul! Kurt cringed and guiltily typed out a quick message; he had rushed Paul out of his apartment this morning, anxious to get ready for his friendly non-date with Blaine. He'd have to make it up to him somehow…

As Kurt waited for Paul to respond, inspiration struck. "Blaine? Are you free Monday evening?" Kurt asked, his mind already on planning mode.

"Yes, I think so. Why?"

"You. Ava. Dinner at my place. 7 o'clock. Mercedes will be there and you can meet my boyfriend Paul."

"Oh Kurt, you don't have to-"

"Nope," Kurt cut Blaine off with a wave of his hand. "It's my turn to return the favor. I will cook you guys a fabulous meal and, believe me, after eating it, you will have thought you died." Kurt squirmed happily, making mental preparations for the evening. Ha, I bet my cooking is better than Ava's…Kurt thought smugly. It was hard, because he genuinely liked Ava, but there was no way they could ever be honest friends since she was married to Blaine. Kurt would always be jealous and she wouldn't even know why…

"Alright, we'll be there." Blaine paled a bit at the thought of being in Kurt's home and meeting his boyfriend. A hot flash of some emotion-not-to-be-named (a.k.a raging jealously) flashed through Blaine, but he pointedly ignored it. Hopefully he and Ava would be on decent enough terms by then to enjoy the night. Wait…shit! What would he wear?

Kurt was one step ahead of Blaine, mentally going through his closet to find a suitable outfit. Hmm…nothing was good enough. That only meant one thing: yay, shopping! Kurt's phone buzzed again, though this time it was Mercedes. Oh, right! They had a meeting with one of her potential vendors! Kurt scrambled out of his chair and gathered up his things. Crap, how could he have forgotten? He just got so wrapped up, being with Blaine this whole time…well it made him very forgetful.

Blaine looked at Kurt quizzically and helped him put the dirty coffee cups on the counter. "Going somewhere?" Kurt nodded and made his way towards the door. "'Cedes is going to KILL me if I don't show up to this meeting…"

"I'll walk you out," Blaine added, following Kurt out the door.

Kurt smiled, but stopped suddenly when Blaine pressed a five dollar bill into his hand. "What's this for?" Kurt asked, dangling the money in Blaine's face.

"For the coffee?"

Kurt shoved the money into Blaine's palm. "The coffee was on me." That made it more like a date! Kurt smiled to himself as he hugged Blaine goodbye.

"Thanks," breathed Blaine, his arms wrapping tightly around Kurt's thin frame. Blaine tried to put all his unsaid feelings in that hug; it was a sincere thank you for more than just the coffee. Gosh, he was thanking Kurt for being all kinds of amazing.

"Any time!" Kurt snuggled his face into the crook of Blaine's shoulder before catching himself. Wait, Bad Kurt! That's not okay! He pulled away slowly and smiled at his uh, 'friend.' "See you Monday?"

"Monday." Blaine nodded, and then they were both parting ways, each anxious for the night that they would see each other again. Blaine walked back home, the spring back in his step, with the sun overhead shining brighter than ever. This was turning out to be a good day after all…

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