Kurt sighed as he entered the coffee shop. He was not in a talking mood, and Blaine's tone over the phone didn't exactly point to a conversation Kurt would enjoy.

"Kurt! Over here," Blaine smiled and waved.

"Blaine," Kurt nodded briefly, "I hope you have an idea of how I'm going to be compensated for agreeing to have this horribly mistimed conversation. Do you have any idea how early it is?"

Blaine ignored the fact that it was noon, choosing instead to pacify Kurt with his coffee, "Well, this couldn't wait."

Kurt raised his eyebrow, taking a sip from the cup he'd been handed. His headache took a backseat as the oppurtunity for fresh gossip consumed his mind.

"Really, now?" Kurt leaned forward and tapped his fingers on his chin conspirationally, always one for dramatic body language. "Go on."

Blaine closed his eyes, steeling himself for the talk. He wanted to get this over with; the sooner the better, right? But he wanted to do it right. Kurt, no matter what, was still Blaine's best friend and confidant, and he didn't know what he'd do if Kurt decided to abandon him now of all times. Taking a steadying breath, he looked up.

"I...you know what you do, when life gives you lemons?" Kurt's brow furrowed; whatever he was expecting the other boy to say, it wasn't that. Nevertheless, he'd see where this went.

"You...make lemonade?" Kurt questioned.

Blaine nodded, "So, what I need your help with is...what do you do when it throws a, say, monkey wrench into your proverbial wheel of life?"

What the hell is that supposed to mean?, Kurt thought, "I'm sorry, what? What are you trying to say, Blaine?"

"Okay, maybe that wasn't the best analogy. What I meant to say, was that...well," he stumbled, trying to find the courage to say the next words, "I kind of sort of really like Rachel..."

Silence.

"Kurt?"

Blaine waved his hand over Kurt's blank eyes, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Right, sorry." Kurt folded his hands in his lap and looked Blaine in the eye, "Are...are you sure about this?"

The taller boy nodded, "Absolutely. But, I wanted to talk to you first because, um..." Blaine trailed off uncomfortably, not wanting to bring up Kurt's admission of feelings for Blaine a few weeks ago.

They fell silent again. Kurt had a pensive look on his face, quietly staring out the window over Blaine's left shoulder. After a few minutes, he broke it,

"Okay. Blaine, look, you're one of my best friends, and so is Rach," the pale boy began, "Although, if she keeps this whole 'steal-every-guy-I-like' thing up I might have to smack her," He tacked on teasingly. "So...I guess, if you like her, then...you have my blessing."

Blaine was stunned; whatever he was expecting Kurt to say, that had not been it,"Y-You mean it? You're serious?" Blaine beamed.

"No; what I meant to say was that you suck, I hate you and it would be in your best interest to pay for my coffee and get out of my face before I punch it." Blaine's gaze drifted to the table; that was more like what he felt he deserved. "Dummy, of course I meant it." Kurt said, almost comfortingly. Blaine let out a nervous laugh; now that he'd accomplished his goal for the conversation, he was becoming more and more aware of the fact that Kurt wasn't exactly a ray of light when his sleep was interrupted. More than anything, he now wanted to get out of here and get some sleep himself. He had to be well rested in order to look his best for his lady.

He cleared his throat, "Well, um, I actually think I might take you up on that, you know, I'm extremely tired and all." Blaine got up from the table and laid a ten in the middle, not caring that it was about four dollars too much. The dark haired boy took one last fond look at his friend and made his way back to his car.

"Well, bye." Kurt muttered, half raising his hand in farewell and slowly nodding off at the table until he was flat out sleeping in the middle of the shop, drool making its way out of his open mouth.

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A/N: Ok, this isn't really much of anything, it's like barely 700 words. But I wanted to make sure everyone knew I haven't abandoned this story- I just have no ideas! I kind of wrote and posted this story on a whim, and I had no plot or anything outlined. I'm sad to say that if I can't come up with anything in the next few weeks, I actually might just leave it where it is, or delete the second chapter and leave it a one-shot. But if anyone can maybe contact me or leave a review with something you'd like to see or ideas for a plot, I will most definitely get on to writing it. I just, I have no clue where to go from here. I really want to continue, and I think some of you do too :P Anyway, till next time,

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