Diner boy
Blaine Anderson was eight years old when he met his soulmate. He didn't know it at the time, what eight year old would? All he knew was that he wanted to know this boy, to be his friend.
"I want the pancakes, mommy!" Blaine said enthusiastically, pulling on Donna's sleeve.
"All right, baby," she looked up at the waitress "pancakes and a chocolate milk for this little rascal, please," the pretty waitress smiled and wrote their order down on a pad.
"It'll be out in a moment," Blaine waited patiently for his food, coloring on the back of his placemat. Coming to this diner was a tradition they'd started when Blaine was four, and they'd been taking him there for his birthday ever since.
Blaine looked up when he say the pretty waitress coming back, carrying a tray. By her side was a small boy, his hair the same light brown as hers, and his eyes just as blue. He was carrying a cup of chocolate milk carefully in both hands, concentrating on not letting it spill. As they approached the table, he handed the cup to Blaine, who took it and giggled.
"Thanks!" The boy blushed and hid behind the waitress.
"That would be my son, Kurt, he's been begging to help all day," she said, patting the boy's head. Blaine peered up at the pretty waitress's nametag.
"Thank you miss…elisa-beth, and Kurt!" the waitress smiled down at him
"No problem, buddy." They both turned and walked back into the staff area. Blaine wished that they could stay, that he could talk to the little, shy-looking boy. But he knew that he couldn't, his mom probably wouldn't let him anyway. Blaine happily sipped his chocolate milk, mentally noting that it was the best he'd ever tasted.
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"But…we always go there for my birthday" Blaine pouted
"I know, baby…I wish they weren't knocking it down," she sighed
"We'll find somewhere else to go, bud." Blaine's father assured him. But no matter where they went over the years, Blaine couldn't help but miss the old, cozy diner that he'd loved so much. Blaine couldn't exactly remember why he loved it like he did, but something about it just felt like home. Warm and welcoming, every time they stepped through the doors.
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Blaine gazed up at the glowing neon sign. Elizabeth's Diner. He sighed, he didn't like Diners, and ones in New York were nothing compared to the one's he'd gone to in Ohio…well, the one he'd gone to in Ohio. He thought it was just some sort of small town thing, the Diner's always felt more homey. But it was too cold outside to not step through the doors and into the heat, besides, it was his birthday…might as well keep up the tradition. A pretty blonde girl guided him to a table and handed him a menu. He skimmed over it for a moment before someone interrupted his thoughts
"Hey there, I'm Kurt, I'll be your server today" Blaine looked up at the mention of that name…why did that sound so familiar? He looked up into clear blue eyes and was stunned silent. The only feeling he could apply to this moment was how he felt when he was a kid at his favorite diner. Cozy and warm and happy and home. Kurt frowned at him
"Hello?"
"Oh," Blaine snapped himself out of it "sorry…you just look really familiar. Uhm…I'll have a coffee, thanks." He handed the menu over. Kurt tried his best not to look disappointed as he walked towards the back of the diner. What Blaine hadn't seen was him begging Brittany to let him take this table, because that boy just looked so damn familiar and he swore he knew who it was.
"Was it him?" Brittany asked, Kurt nodded
"Absolutely yes, Blaine Anderson…" he sighed "we knew each other for like…three months, it's unbelievably creepy that I remember him." But how could he not? He'd only seen one pair of hazel eyes like that in his life. And he was pretty sure he'd only ever met one person with such geometrical eyebrows.
"I don't think it's creepy." Brittany assured him "I think you guys are soulmates." She smiled and walked back out to guide people to their tables. Kurt sighed and filled up a mug with coffee.
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Blaine knew him. He swore he knew that waiter from somewhere. He'd written his number on a napkin, but lost his nerve and shoved it into his pocket. It was killing him not knowing. So just as he was pushing the door open to leave the little diner, which was coincidentally his new favorite, he paused. He turned on his heel and tapped Kurt on the shoulder as he was clearing a table.
"Hey, this may be kind of weird…but would you wanna maybe go out sometime?" he asked nervously, shoving his hands in his pockets. Kurt's eyes widened, but he nodded.
"Yeah…sure," Blaine smiled charmingly and took the napkin out of his pocket, handing it to Kurt.
"Call me sometime?" Kurt smiled down at the napkin
"Definitely."
(AUTHORS NOTE: I was watching 'A Cinderella Story' with Hillary Duff…and it made me think of the title…which in turn made me think of the rest of this little drabble. Hope you guys enjoy it, leave me some feedback!)