Blaine rubbed his hands together apprehensively, tapping his foot as the girl in front of him ordered a hot chocolate at what seemed to him to be lightning speed. He cursed the barista for being so damn good at his job. The last thing I want is to be sat here all awkwardly when he gets here, Blaine worried. I don't want to seem too eager.
Kurt wasn't here yet. The coffee shop was filled with quiet chatter and the fresh smell of autumn air. Blaine got to the front of the line and ordered, taking his time. Grudgingly, he picked up his coffee and was just on his way to a table when the door swept open, the bell jingling, and Kurt appeared, his cheeks flushed and hair ruffled from the cold autumn breeze. Blaine had to bit his lip to stop himself squealing with delight, he looked so adorable. Kurt glanced around the shop, looking flustered, when he caught Blaine's eye and gave a little wave, grinning. Blaine smiled shyly and waved his fingers in response. Kurt joined the line and Blaine shifted in his seat, tapping his foot nervously. Relax, Blaine, he told himself. He's gonna think I'm such a creep, oh god…..oh god, he's coming over. Just be cool…
"Hi," Kurt said softly, pulling the chair back and sitting down, a steaming cup in his hand.
"Uh, hi," said Blaine. Kurt widened his eyes a little. Oh god, right, he's wondering why I asked him here. Think of a reason Blaine, quick..
"So, uh, how are you?" Fail, Blaine. Can this get any more awkward?
"I'm pretty well, thanks. Kinda worried about my dad at the moment."
"Oh, um, is..he OK?"
Kurt looked a little surprised. Of course he's surprised. I bet he doesn't' trust me at all."I'm worried about his heart. The doctors keep telling me he's gonna have some serious health issues if he doesn't start eating healthier. I'm trying to get him on a low carb diet, but it's hard…" He rested his forehead on his hand, looking downcast. Blaine struggled to find a response. Wow…I had no idea Kurt had to deal with all that.
"I-I'm sorry," he stuttered. "I had no idea."
Kurt gazed into the distance. "No, you wouldn't." Ouch. Jeez, this is awkward.. Kurt didn't look like he didn't want to talk, but damn it, Blaine wasn't leaving without a decent start.
"Listen," he said earnestly. "I wanna thank you for agreeing to help me. I know, you don't trust me yet, and I don't blame you. But I promise I'm gonna try really hard and get better, even if I am really just stupid and lousy at French. And uh, if things work out, uh, I want to be your, uh, friend, I guess.." Blaine sighed, exasperated with himself. God, I'm so embarrassing..
"Wow," Kurt grinned. "Who knew Blaine Anderson the star of the football team was actually a huge dork?"
Blaine smiled awkwardly. "I'm sorry, it's just-"
"No" Kurt said sincerely, looking Blaine in the eye. "You're not stupid at all, Blaine." Blaine shook his head. "Seriously. Some people are on the right path, and they get a little lost along the way. Doesn't mean they're lost forever." Blaine nodded intently, but on the inside he was screaming and dancing around with joy. "And, the friends thing, it's ok. It's cute actually- I mean, uh, thankyou. I appreciate it, and I'd love for us to be friends." Blaine's heart fluttered. He called me cute. HE CALLED ME CUTE. Am I dreaming?
"Great," he said, relieved. Kurt smiled softly at him, and his heart swelled up 10 times bigger. Is it possible for your heart to literally explode out of your chest? Wow, wow, wow. I am such a dork. They sat in silence, but it wasn't awkward at all. Both boys were simply drinking each other in.
Kurt leaned forward in his seat a little. "So, um, how are you? We got a little side tracked there."
"I'm good, at the moment. I'm really worried about school though," Blaine said honestly. "If I don't get French, I'm gonna flunk out, and my dad'll kill me. I have to graduate Kurt, I have to.."
"Hey, hey, don't worry!" Kurt said reassuringly. "I will wear tartan stirrup pants before I let you fail French class, Blaine Anderson. And considering that I'm never going to be caught dead in stirrup pants, I guess that means you're graduating."
Blaine laughed. "Thanks. I promise I'll be a good student!" They both laughed this time. This is great, Blaine thought. With Kurt around, guess I can't go wrong.
10 minutes of talking and laughter later, Blaine glanced at the time and his heart sank. He was having an amazing time with Kurt but he had to get home, he had history and calculus homework and going over every minor detail of his conversation with Kurt to do that night.
"Kurt, I'm really sorry, but I gotta go," Blaine said, slinging his bag onto his shoulder and scooting back his chair. "Calculus and math homework, y'see."
Kurt pressed his lips together in an understanding smile. "It was really nice talking to you, Blaine."
A warm fluttering spread through Blaine's body. "You too," he said, standing up. "Shall we meet up at lunch on Wednesday, the library? What d'you think, our first study session?"
"Yeah, great." Kurt replied.
"Great," Blaine said. MENTAL VICTORY DANCE! "See you Wednesday, ok?" He tapped the boy lightly on the arm as way of goodbye then made his way out of the Lima Bean to his car, trying not to skip with glee as he did so.