Why he had willingly agreed to this, Blaine couldn't tell you.
He was running around, trying desperately to find the peach baby treats that Cooper had said he had packed, but seemed to have disappeared, all while trying to not snap at a 9-month-old for wailing when he had such a bad hangover and could barely take inside voices. All of that, and it was only 10:30 in the morning. Temporarily giving up on his search, Blaine turned back around into the living room and picked up Sam from his portable playpen, attempting to quell the crying.
"Sammy boy, it's ok. It's ok. We don't need to cry," Blaine said, in a voice terrifyingly similar to a baby voice—something that the man swore he would never do to a small human; maybe a puppy. But desperate times call for desperate measures.
When Sam's cries began to soften to small hiccups, Blaine walked him over to the kitchen counter, holding him up in one hand and using the other to search for the coffee. When he opened the cabinet, however, he was met with nothing but two empty cans looking back at him mockingly. Frustrated, he shut the cabinet and turned around, deciding on impulse that he would splurge today if it meant getting some coffee in his system soon.
Blaine put the baby back into the playpen quickly and scurried off to his room to change from his sleep clothes into a pair of dark wash casual jeans, a maroon v-neck, and a blue and white striped cardigan. He looked over into his bathroom and saw his gel, but quickly decided that he had no motivation to even do that much right now.
Slipping on his shoes, he made his way back out into the living room, and began to go through Cooper's pile of baby stuff he had left with Blaine for the weekend. Toys—no; Clothes—no; Diapers—no, but that may come in handy later; Baby Carrier—there it is!
Taking a few minutes to figure out how the device is supposed to be attached to Blaine, he finally picks Sam, who is giving him a dubious look, out of his playpen and lifts him into the sack.
"We're going on a little trip, buddy!" Blaine says, smiling, only getting a confused and lackadaisical look in response. Blaine shakes his head and lets out a chuckle, grabbing his wallet and keys from the kitchen counter and locking the door on his way out.
Blaine knows, realistically, that he could easily find a Starbucks in a blocks radius from anywhere, but even that can't stop him from walking the ten blocks to get to the Sensuous Bean, his favorite coffee shop of all time, only rivaled by the coffee at the Lima Bean that he had enjoyed during his high school years. It was a nice day anyway, even if it may be a bit chilly, but it was nice every once and a while to get out and get some fresh air, especially since, as of late, he had been spending all of his time in meetings at studios and big buildings.
Sitting at his table situated in the corner, so that he can people watch both outside of the windows and in the shop, Blaine sips his medium drip, slowly rocking back and forth infinitesimally so as to keep the ever unpredictable small human, dreaming for at least a few more minutes.
"Hi."
At first Blaine doesn't think it's directed at him. He looks up slowly, only to find the pair of blue eyes staring back at him. He tries to cover up his confusion with a smile, putting on the dapper charm.
"Hi."
"Is anyone sitting here?" The blue-eyed man motions to the chair across from Blaine.
"Oh, no, um of course, have a seat." Blue eyes smiles which makes Blaine smile.
"I'm Kurt, by the way."
"Blaine. Nice to meet you." Blaine sticks out his hand and they shake.
"You remember me from last night?"
"I do. Blue eyes. Now you have an actual name though."
"Oh, how flattering, you gave me a nickname." Kurt smiles and sips his coffee, maintaining eye contact with Blaine.
"So…why are you up so early on a Saturday?"
"Ugh, rehearsal." Kurt takes another sip and puts his cup down turning to face Blaine full-on. "They do this stupid thing where we have to be in a production every semester to get performance credit. Well, that's not stupid just the part about having day-long rehearsals on weekends."
"You do theatre?"
"Ew, no do I look like a drama nerd?"
"Ouch, okay, I'll have you know that once upon a time long ago, when I was in high school I was the alpha drama nerd." Blaine smiles, trying to cover up his self-consciousness. He hasn't flirted with anyone in quite a while.
"Mhmm, I see it."
It's then that Sam decides to let out a cry-gurgle noise from his seat next to Blaine's chair. The older man leans over and lifts the boy into his lap, bouncing him a bit and cooing into his ear. Kurt's eyes widen in surprise, noticing the baby for the first time, becoming a bit uncomfortable.
"You have a kid-? Wow, that came off meaner than I meant it to. I just mean, you seem really young and I thought…"
"Kurt, it's fine. He's not mine. This is my nephew."
"Oh, okay. Good. I mean, it would've been fine if it were yours, but, no, that's good." Kurt smiles, only disturbed by the beeping of his cellphone. He takes it out of his back pocket and looks at it, his expression quickly changing into one of panic.
"Shit, rehearsal is literally about to start. I'm sorry, I really didn't realize I've been here that long." Kurt looks up apologetically.
"Oh, no, of course." Blaine smiles, and motions to Kurt's phone, still rocking Sam in one arm. "I understand."
Kurt looks at Blaine for a few seconds and then gets up, collecting his bag on the floor and grabbing his phone. Just as he turns to leave he hears a quick, "Kurt?"
"Yah?"
"Maybe we could exchange numbers? Talk again sometime?"
Kurt considers the man for a moment. Not really someone he would consider his type—he's pretty short, and has an adorable head of unruly curls, a body that looks toned but not incredibly muscular. He's so used to dancers, it's weird to think of himself with a regular person. But, then again, the prospect does seem nice, getting away from that environment once and a while. And what would it hurt to give this guy his number? I mean, worst-case scenario he's some crazy stalker who will harass him, but there's always blocking for that. And changing numbers. And Kurt highly doubts that someone would trust a crazy stalker with a baby, so there's that.
"Yeah, yeah, sure." Kurt hands over his phone and Blaine enters his number, while he does the same into Blaine's smiling as he hands it back over to the man. The smile at each other for another second before Kurt realizes that he actually does have somewhere to be.
"See you around?" He asks as he leaves.
"Of course."
Rehearsal was always a long and arduous process, especially because he knew damn well that he could be doing much more entertaining things on his Saturday. It's not like he didn't like dancing; he loved it and wouldn't give up these opportunities for anything but sometimes when you do something hours a day, everyday for your entire life, sometimes, you just need a break. And one Kurt Hummel was in desperate need of one ASAP.
The production of Giselle was scheduled to go up in two weeks and though he was excited for it to be over, Kurt really did enjoy being up on stage—performing. It's what drew him to ballet to begin with, on the first day of class he remembers his teacher talking about the end-of-the-year recital where they all got to perform in front of a huge audience. Kurt Hummel was sold. Since that day, Kurt put in his time, never missed a rehearsal without a good excuse, and missed out on more "regular" teenage activities than he could count. But it got him here, didn't it? At Julliard for classical ballet. He couldn't have asked for a better outcome.
He's knocked out of his reverie by the buzzing of his phone coming from the side pocket of his satchel. He takes a quick look out to the stage from where he was sitting, and seeing that he has a few minutes before he has to make his first entrance, grabs his phone and checks it as discreetly as possible.
Blaine:
Hey. I hope rehearsal is going well. You never did tell me what you were rehearsing for anyway :)
Kurt caught himself smiling and shook it off, quickly texting Blaine back while opening his legs into second and stretching.
Keeps the mystery alive. Can't let you know much about me yet.
Figuring that would be good enough to keep Blaine guessing, he puts his phone back into his bag and continues to stretch until he hears the music coming to his cue.
A/N: Nope, contrary to popular belief, this story is not abandoned. Think of it as a Happy Thanksgiving present! I'm thankful for all of the people who read my stories and I've decided to start this project back up again. Please review and follow! The reviews are very encouraging and help me stay motivated. xoxo