Day 10 prompt: jukebox. Alternate meeting, minor Dantana.

"The Human Jukebox is performing again," Dani said, tying her apron around her waist. "You gonna finally make your move on him, Hummel?"

"Please," Santana snorted. "We all know Lady Hummel's too besotted to pursue Captain Hairgel over there. He's just gonna stand at the counter and swoon in between tables all night, and then Berry and I will have to deal with his pathetic ass singing love ballads in the shower for the next bazillion days."

"For the last time, Satan: we don't even know if Blaine is gay!" Kurt said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"He wears color coordinated bow ties and boat shoes. He's gayer than a lesbian gynecologist."

Dani let out a snort and high-fived her girlfriend.

"Be that as it may, what would you like me to say to him?" Kurt asked, trying to avoid a response that might prompt another scarring euphemism. "Hey, I've been drooling over your performances for months now without ever trying to talk to you, wanna get coffee sometime?"

"He could be into that. You never know," said Dani.

"I think I'll pass," Kurt said, scooping up some menus - a new party had just seated themselves at one of his booths.

"Fine, just don't come crying to me when you're a crazy cat man at the age of 35," Santana said, wandering off.

Kurt spent the next couple of hours swamped with tables, barely able to hear more than a note or two of Blaine's songs in between requests for refills and condiments. He was finally taking a breather up at the counter when he saw Dani walking up to the spare mic onstage.

"Hey, everyone. We've got a special performance request, if that's okay?" She looked at Blaine, who nodded curiously from his seat at the piano. "Table 27 requested a duet of Baby, It's Cold Outside between you and our lovely waiter Kurt over there, and we all know it's against diner policy to refuse a request."

"Who the f- Rachel," Kurt hissed when he looked over to see who was patronizing table 27. "Why do I get the feeling Santana had something to do with this?"

"Because I did, Prancerella," she said, coming up next to him and making him jump. "You can thank me later. Preferably by making me those scones I like."

She hurried off again before he could respond, leaving him no choice but to head up to the stage, where Dani was beckoning him.

"Take it away, boys!" she said before handing Kurt her mic and hopping offstage.

Blaine turned to him and smiled, making Kurt's knees feel a little weak. "Come sit next to me?"

Kurt nodded mutely, taking a seat that may have been slightly closer than necessary but could easily be blamed on the size of the piano bench.

"You want part one or part two? I'm good with either."

"I'll take part one," Kurt said, shooting Blaine a tiny, nervous smile.

"Fantastic." Blaine's answering smile could've lit up a coal mine. "Come in whenever you're ready." He launched into the intro, and Kurt took a deep breath before beginning.

I really can't stay - But baby, it's cold outside
I've got to go 'way - But baby, it's cold outside
This evening has been - Been hopin' that you'd drop in
So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice

As the song progressed, Kurt slowly became more comfortable around Blaine, starting to shoot him flirty glances and coy smiles. Blaine matched his expressions with pouts and smirks of his own, and soon Kurt forgot that there was even an audience around them, he was so immersed in their little universe. The ensuing applause startled him so much, he flailed and almost fell off the bench until a strong hand grabbed his elbow.

"Hey now, careful," Blaine said, smiling tenderly. "You're far too pretty to injure yourself like that."

Kurt felt himself blush scarlet, dumbstruck.

"Oh my God, I said that out loud," Blaine said, a matching flush appearing on his own cheeks. "I'm so sorry, I sometimes lose my filter after getting really into a song. You were such a great duet partner, Kurt."

"So you weren't just pretending I was Ryan Gosling the whole time?" Kurt teased, feeling encouraged.

"Of course not," Blaine said fervently. "I would never do that to you - or anyone, really. But I liked singing with you too much to pretend we were anyone but us."

Kurt bit the inside of his lip hard before thinking oh, fuck it and leaning in to press a kiss to Blaine's cheek. "Same with me."

Blaine just pressed a hand to his cheek and looked at Kurt with happy, amazed eyes.

"Would you maybe like to get a coffee sometime?" Kurt asked, knowing he'd end up having to bake those damn scones for Santana after all.

"Yes. Yes, definitely. Like, tomorrow. Can we do tomorrow?" Blaine babbled, and wow, that was super endearing.

"I think I can do that," Kurt said, smiling.

"Great. 1ish? The coffee shop a couple storefronts down from here?" Blaine asked, and Kurt nodded. "Wonderful." He leaned in and returned Kurt's kiss on the cheek before turning back to the piano, dimly reminding Kurt that he should probably get back to his own job.

If he spent the rest of the night fantasizing about his date with Blaine and what those warm lips might feel like on his own, though, who could blame him?

(The next day, he found out those lips would end up feeling amazing on his own. Kurt thought he might have to make Santana some gingerbread men, too. And some vegan ones for Rachel. And maybe even some gingerbread ladies for Dani. He was suddenly feeling that whole goodwill to all thing.)