A/N: This chapter takes place on January 1, 2014, just like the previous chapter.

Say You Will

by ktfranceebee

Chapter 1, Part II

"Medium coffee for Dave!"

Dave headed to the counter to pick up his coffee order when he heard his name being called. A friend from the University had recommended this place as one of the best coffee shops in Manhattan (that wasn't a Starbucks); but considering how packed it was, he wasn't sure why he bothered to wait in a line that long. Since he was already here it seemed silly to go elsewhere. It was on the way to his job, after all.

After he grabbed his coffee and was ready to bolt out the door to get away from the chaos that was ensuing, something-or rather someone-drew in his attention.

'It can't be him,' Dave thought as a puzzled frown crept upon his face. As he walked past a few tables he continued to stare at the back of the man's head who was now throwing back whatever tall, double shot something or other it was he was drinking. There were plenty of pretty boy, male model lookalikes who lived in New Y-

"Shit." Dave wasn't sure if he cursed out loud or if he was only freaking out in his head because at the exact moment that the mystery man turned around in his chair, steely, grey-blue eyes met his and Dave found himself colliding with a small kiosk containing travel mugs and other coffee paraphernalia.

"Dammit," Dave cursed under his breath as a few mugs wobbled and toppled to the floor. 'Good fucking time for an audience.' Dave knelt down, placing his own cup of coffee, which miraculously remained unspilt, down next to him.

"So, you thought you could just sneak out unnoticed, did you?" Dave turned his head towards the admonishing voice to be faced with the most welcoming visage he had ever seen since moving to New York.

"Kurt..." Dave uttered. Dave couldn't imagine any other name tasting as sweet on his tongue as his did. Nor did any other name sound as perfect slipping past his lips. And it had been years since he had the opportunity for that single syllable to be spoken-not since the last time he wandered the halls of McKinley High School.

"I um... I don't," Dave fumbled with his words. It wasn't so much that he didn't have anything to say to the other man. Hell, he could think of a million and one things he wanted to say, the first being, "What the hell are you doing in New York City?" But Dave was far too preoccupied trying to make sense of the breathtaking beauty crouched down next to his form.

"It's a good thing these are plastic," Kurt chuckled as he picked up one of the three mugs that fell to the floor and then he shrugged. "But I guess these are built to withstand a nuclear warhead let alone scalding coffee. But you're not hurt are you?" Kurt added in an after thought If Dave didn't know any better he would have guessed that Kurt was giving him a once-over rather than checking to see if he sustained any injuries from the collision. Dave knew that the collar to his dress shirt, and maybe even his tie, was peaking out from behind the zipper of his black, fleece hoodie. Dave didn't miss how Kurt's eyebrow rose slightly when his eyes took in the dress pants and shiny black shoes he was wearing.

With two of the mugs in hand, Kurt stood up followed by Dave who held the other stray vessel and his own cup of coffee in either hand.

"What are you doing here?" Dave finally managed to croak. Kurt turned back towards him, after putting the mugs back in their respectable places, looking only slightly put out.

"I mean... Don't get me wrong," Dave attempted to save face with a warm smile, "It's great to see you. I just wasn't expecting to see you-"

"In one of the most glamorous locales on Earth?" Kurt finished for him, inclining his head slightly. "It's great to see you too, Dave. I'm just as surprised to run into you here. Small world, huh?"

"I guess so," Dave agreed. "Would you like to get a table or..." Dave trailed off as he noticed Kurt had his bag draped over a shoulder, looking as though he was ready to leave.

"I'm afraid I can't," Kurt grimaced. Dave hoped he wasn't imagining the disappointment in Kurt's eyes-or his voice voice, for that matter. "I have an appointment I have to go to. I don't want to be late."

"No," Dave said genuinely."I understand. I need to be getting to work, honestly."

"You don't have any plans tonight, do you?" Kurt seemed to pull the question out of thin air as he fiddled with the strap to his bag. "Maybe, if you're not busy, you would want to meet? I'd love to know what you've been up to since you've been here. It'd be nice to catch up." Kurt smiled gently at Dave before his expression seemed to droop. "But I understand if you're busy, considering it's... A weekday."

"I'm not, busy. At all, Kurt," Dave assured him with a laugh.

"This place is a lot less packed here in the evening. And usually there's live entertainment," Kurt motioned towards the small, unnoccupied, platform stage that contained a microphone stand and a stool. "Would eight o'clock be too late or..."

"Eight works." Dave nodded solemnly, not wanting to sound too eager.

"Great!" Kurt smiled enthusiastically. "So I'll see you then?"

"Yeah. I'm looking forward to it."

Kurt turned slightly, as if he was about to make his way towards the exit, when he moved back to face Dave once more.

"It really is great seeing you again, David. I almost didn't think I would have the chance after graduation," Kurt revealed in a sad voice, but the soft smile gracing his bright, rosy lips remained as he placed a gentle hand at the crook of his arm that was holding his cup of coffee. As Kurt gave a gentle squeeze Dave felt as though he was going to jump out of his skin. The tingling that was a result of the contact remained until the glass door shut behind Kurt's form.

Dave left the cafe only moments later, once he remembered just how his legs functioned, with a cold cup of coffee. And it was when he was a block from his workplace when he mentally berated himself realizing he could have, in the least, walked Kurt out of the coffee shop. Even if it meant being in his presence for a few seconds longer.

Anything to make up for lost time.

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