Yes, I know this is short for me, but this really is the last chapter. It was only meant as a two chapter drabble. I hope you like the resolution though :)

Chapter 2

Blaine was standing at one of his many desks in his work office with sketches and swatches littering the desk. He was grappling over a few ideas for a inoperative fireplace and what to do with it artistically. Guinness was asleep on his side at Blaine's feet. "I suppose I could call one of my artist friends for a second opinion. It is supposed to be an art piece." He picked up his cell phone and the screen lit up. "Oh shit!" He noticed the time. 6:45. "Thank god." He had gotten so lost in his work that he lost track of time and was grateful that he hadn't missed his 7:00 promise to call Kurt.

He pulled up Kurt's contact information on his phone, something he was quick to do earlier in case he lost the napkin with Kurt's phone number on it. "What do you think?" he asked Guinness, who was now at full alert from being startled by Blaine's exclamation. "Do you think it's okay to call him now? Or should I wait until 7:00?" Guinness tilted his head to the side while his ears puffed out. "You're right. What am I waiting for, right?" The pooch took a couple adjusted steps, looking like he was anticipating a treat.

Blaine found his heart beat gaining speed and he realized he was nervous again. Who am I kidding? Blaine thought. This is Kurt freaking Hummel I'm talking about. He's everything high fashion and everyone's fucking dream guy come to life. Not to mention he's the most endearing man on the planet. He sighed loudly and looked down at Guinness. "I'm crazy, aren't I?" Guinness just blinked and stayed with his same position as before. "I'm absolutely insane. No. I can't. I can't call him. He's… " He put his palm up to his forehead and widened his eyes., feeling completely overwhelmed. "He's so high end and beautiful and I'm…" He looked down at his attire. Blaine had gone into work in a shirt and tie, but he's since gotten rid of the tie, un buttoned and un tucked his shirt, and he had smudge marks on his hands from his different mediums of art that he used to create the look he had achieved thus far. They way he created a look for a room was a little unorthodox because he didn't like limiting himself to just a computer to see how something would look. At the moment he was almost positive that he might have some of those mediums smudged on his face as well. It didn't add to the feel of his appearance. "…a mess." His doubts overshadowed how badly he wanted to talk to talk to Kurt again.

Guinness yipped and Blaine looked at him incredulously. "Don't look at me like that." He sighed. "Okay, let's go home."

It was 6:50 and he gathered his things and headed for the elevator with his dog trailing behind him on his leash. In the elevator, he grappled with the things in his hands as he used a moist towel-ette to clean off the marks on his hands and face. Seven floors down, the elevator stopped and the doors opened.

"Blaine?"

The voice roused Blaine from his mindless activity and his eyes snapped up. "Kurt!"

Kurt smiled and stepped into the elevator. "Twice in one day. If I were a religious person, I'd say we're bordering on fate."

Blaine stopped himself from keeping his mouth lolled open too long, but was having a hard time finding words. "It is a bit strange."

"So, you come here often?" Kurt said playfully. Dumb. Dumb. Dumb. Why do I keep thinking that's a good thing to say?

Blaine smiled and coughed, looking down at his feet. "Uh, yeah." He cleared his throat again. "I, um, I work here."

"You do?"

"Yeah. My studio is on the sixteenth floor." Kurt made motion to mouth the word 'wow.' "So… what brings you here?" He asked a little awkwardly. He still hadn't adjusted to being so open with words with this Adonis in front of him. Kurt seemed to talk to Blaine like he'd known him for years instead of just a day.

"Meeting." Guinness waddled over to Kurt and sat at his toes, wagging his tail. Kurt crouched down to pet him. "Hey little guy." He stood back up and Guinness puffed out his ears, wondering why Kurt stopped petting him. There was an awkward silence for the next couple floors. "So, this must be really awkward for you."

Blaine turned his head to look at Kurt. "Why's that?"

"Because it's seven o'clock." Blaine looked down at his feet ashamed that he'd been caught. "It's okay, you know. It's not like you're the first guy who never called me back. You're just the first who I actually ran into when he said he would."

"It's not like I didn't-"

"Blaine, it's okay, really," he encouraged, though he was inwardly disappointed because he really wanted a call from Blaine. "You don't have to explain anything. We don't even know each other. It's fine."

"No. It's not fine." Blaine took in a deep breath. Here goes nothing, he thought. "I wanted to call you. I planned on calling you… I just…" His heart was beating hard. "You make me nervous." There. I said it.

Kurt chortled. "I ma-" he stopped himself and laughed again. "How do I make you nervous?"

The doors to the elevator opened and they were now in the lobby. Blaine's heart was beating so hard that his hands were trembling now. No one was in the lobby; so, he huffed and pressed the button to close the elevator doors. He was convinced that if he walked out of that tiny space and away from Kurt, he'd chicken out again and he'd miss his last chance. "I have a confession to make."

The expression in Kurt's eyes changed and he tilted his head in curiosity. "You're not married with a kid are you?" he joked.

"N-no. I'm- I mean, you're-" He took another breath and put his things down to free up both hands. He turned to Kurt fully. "I knew who you were the minute I saw you. I should have said something, but I know you're not just some guy named Kurt." He paused. "You're Kurt Hummel: a famously huge model who's done runways all over the world." There was silence. He didn't know what he was expecting Kurt to say, but Blaine was just glad he was able to get all that out. "I was nervous because you're famous and I didn't want you to think that I was only calling you back because you've been in GQ and Men's Vogue more times than I have fingers and toes."

More silence. Kurt stared blankly at Blaine, blinking. When he finally found words, Kurt smiled and let out a breath. "Oh, thank God." He laughed, sounding relieved.

"Excuse me?" Blaine asked confusedly. Even though he had no expectations to Kurt's reaction, THIS was not even close to the no expectation.

Kurt covered his own heart with his hand, finding his heart was racing. "Blaine, you have no idea how relieved I am to know that you already knew who I was."

"Why?"

"Would it be weird to tell you that I know who you are too?"

Blaine's eyes bugged out of his skull. "What? H-how?"

"Mr. Blaine Anderson, you're not just some guy either. I told you I loved interior design. You've been published in Elle Décor, Coastal Living, Architecture Digest, and House and Garden more than once, you were a guest on the Nate Berkus show, and I've worked with many of your clients. You designed an entire house of a close friend of mine and I've been meaning to call you to work on my apartment just so I could meet you. It was just a huge, crazy, random, happenstance that we met in the park this morning."

Blaine was in shock. "Really?"

Kurt chuckled. "Yes, really. You don't know your own fame do you?" Blaine shook his head blankly. "Wow, you really are becoming more and more sexy by the minute. I bet you're one of those guys that doesn't know he's hot either."

"You think I'm hot?" Blaine was unable to form words at the moment that weren't just repeats of things he just heard.

Kurt laughed again. "See?" He inhaled, allowing himself time for his heart rate to climb down. Blaine was having a hard time keeping eye contact and his skin flushed a little.

"Did you really know who I was when you saw me?"

"How else would I know your last name?" The doors slid open and a delivery boy stood in front of them holding a pizza. Kurt walked out, leaving Blaine where he stood. "I know it's past seven o'clock, but the offer still stands. I'd really like to get to know you more." Kurt turned his back and continued to walk through the lobby and away from Blaine.

Blaine rushed to get his things in his hands before the doors would close and he'd have to take an unwanted elevator ride.

Exactly a minute and a half later, Kurt was just getting into a taxi and his phone rang with a number he didn't recognize. "Hello?" He said, answering the phone.

"Would you say you're a particularly brave man, Kurt Hummel?"

Kurt smiled, allowing his skin to blush. Blaine's voice was timid on the other end of the line. "Sometimes. Are you?"

"No. I never take risks or chances where I don't even remotely see the outcome to and the fact that I'm talking to you on the phone right now is a rare act of courage for me, but I told myself I'd give myself thirty seconds of courage and I still have fifteen seconds left." Blaine was talking very fast. He wanted to get everything out quickly before his mind caught up with him about what he was doing and made him lose all confidence.

"And what are you going to do with your fifteen seconds?" Kurt pursed his lips, hiding a beyond flattered grin and looking out the window as the cab driver drove well beyond the speed limit.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?"

"That is brave. What if I say no?"

"Then at least I tried. Kurt Hummel, you are much different than any man I've ever met and even though we've only known each other a small number of hours and spoken for minutes only, you make me feel like taking risks and making a fool out of myself is something I can get used to. I'm sure you know already how gorgeous you are, but I've got five seconds left and you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." A shiver went through Blaine's body. It surprised himself that he said all that. He'd never been that open. What was it about Kurt Hummel that made him act this way?

Kurt gulped, fidgeting in his seat and now grinning wide. Who is this guy? he thought to himself. In all his life, no one had ever called him beautiful or made his heart race the way Blaine Anderson did. What is this feeling? He barely knew Blaine, but he already felt like he'd known him forever. "Your thirty seconds are up," he said.

"I know."

"I'll be honest, Blaine. I feel a bit like a teenager right now. I'm nervous and giddy and blushing like a little girl. I'm pretty much doing everything but batting my eyes."

"Is that good or bad?"

"I really hope it's good because I'll be crushed if you're not what I hope you are."

"So dinner?"

"I'd love to."

"When?"

"Tonight?"

"Yes. Definitely yes."

"I don't sleep with someone until I'm in a monogamous, committed relationship with them. I just want you to know that up front."

"Kurt, it took everything I had to call you and ask you to dinner, I doubt I'd have the courage to try to get you into bed with me."

This made Kurt giggle. "So, dinner?"

"You pick, I'll pay."

"I have a soft spot for Ruby's."

"Then Ruby's it is. I'll meet you there at eight."

"I do believe you're getting braver by the moment, Blaine Anderson."

"I'll think I'll quit while I'm ahead. I'm doing much better than anticipated."

"Don't chicken out on me now. If you don't show at dinner I'll be very disappointed in you."

"I won't chicken out, I promise."

"See you then."

"See you then." They ended the phone call and Kurt grinned, staring at his phone.

"Hot date?" The cab driver asked.

Kurt looked up. "You have no idea."

The End

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My Beta really wanted me to write more, but I don't see more because there would be no drama between the two. Kurt is very straight forward and honest and Blaine is sweet and honest. There's be no problems between them so there would be no more to the story, you know?

Anyway! I really hope you liked this as much as I do.

xoxo Grace