"Alright." Kurt yawned, setting down his spatula "That's it for tonight, remember to keep practicing!" He called out as everyone began to pack their things and file out of the room. Kurt sighed as he surveyed the room. It was a mess. He began to get to work, piling bowls high in the sink and wiping down the tables. Pushing eggshells into the trashcan and collecting all the utensils. He filled the sink with hot water and began washing the dishes. By the time he was done, his hands were pruney, his vision was swimming and he was nearly dead on his feet. He glanced at the clock, which read 10:00pm, he groaned. Kurt untied his apron, put his jacket on, and headed out.

As he walked out of the room, he ran smack into another figure. Unfortunately, due to a lack of sleep, his balance was horrible compromised, and he fell straight onto his butt.

"oh my god," the figure said instantly "I'm so sorry," he held out his hand, which Kurt looked at for a moment before realizing he was supposed to take it. He grabbed the man's hand and allowed himself to be hauled upwards.

"Are you okay?" the man asked, looking into Kurt's eyes with evident concern.

"m'okay." Kurt said, waving away the man's worry.

"You fell kind of hard…are you sure?"

"juss mah butt," Kurt said, smacking his rear for emphasis, "no damage." He smiled up at the stranger, who wore an odd expression on his face

"Are you drunk?" he asked, squinting into Kurt's gaze

"No!" Kurt said defensively "I was juss working, been up since four-" he paused to yawn "didn't sleep," the man chuckled

"Do you work here? I'm Blaine Anderson, I teach music and theatre" Kurt nodded

"Kurt Hummel. Cooking…or something." Kurt said with a frown, Blaine smirked

"Are you going to be okay to drive home?" he asked, Kurt shrugged and began to walk down the hallway, swaying on his feet a bit. Blaine walked beside him, and Kurt nearly ran into him again, Blain instinctively wrapped an arm around Kurt's waist to keep him from going down.

"Okay, Can I drive you home? I am legitimately worried about your safety at this point." Kurt shrugged again

"yeah."

"Where do you live?" Blaine asked. Kurt rattled off an address and leaned on Blaine for the remainder of the walk to his car. Kurt fell asleep as soon as he had strapped himself in. Blaine climbed into the driver's seat and looked over at the man sitting next to him. This was strange, really strange…why did he just offer to drive a complete stranger home? A complete stranger who he still thought was kind of drunk. He shook his head and started the engine. He drove in silence until he came upon the address Kurt had told him. He reached over and poked Kurt's arm

"Kurt," he whispered, and the man's head snapped up

"Wha-"

"You're home." Blaine chuckled, Kurt rubbed at his eyes

"Oh! Thanks." Blaine nodded

"Go get some sleep." Kurt smiled and stepped out of the car, waving a bit as he walked up to the cozy looking house, stumbling over cobblestones and struggling to unlock his front door. Blaine laughed and began to drive away as Kurt finally got himself into the house. Blaine couldn't help but think about Kurt's eyes, though they were tired, they were the most beautiful eyes he'd ever seen, he found himself wanting to see them again.

oOo

Blaine woke up the next day and went to class. He found himself tuning out in most of the classes, in a rush for the day to end and get to the community center.

Finally, the day ended and he made his way over. He didn't have a class of his own today…but maybe he could sneak into Kurt's class. He creeped around the halls and peeked into doors until he finally found the room. Nobody was there yet, and Kurt was setting everything up.

"Hey, there." Blaine said as he opened the door. Kurt spun around quickly and held a hand to his heart

"Oh my god." He gasped "don't do that to me!" Blaine chuckled and walked further into the room

"Sorry…how are you?"

"Well rested." He said with a blush "I'm sorry…I don't really remember, I must've made a fool out of myself last night."

"Only a little." Blaine smiled "you seemed kind of drunk…" Kurt sighed and looked down

"Yeah…I get a little…strange when I'm tired." He said "…what are you doing here?"

"I was thinking of dropping in on your class." Blaine said "I could stand to learns a few things." Kurt smiled and looked to the door as people began to file in

"Well then, take a seat." Blaine did as he was told and took a seat in the back of the class.

Baking was harder that he had imagined. The class ended with flour covering just about every inch of him. Kurt walked over and wiped a bit of icing off Blaine's cheek with his thumb

"Why haven't I seen you here before?" he asked, Blaine cleared his throat

"My class is after yours. Tuesdays and Thursdays." Kurt nodded. Blaine took a breath

"Do you maybe…wanna go out for dinner…or something?" Kurt looked shocked

"Like…a date?" Blaine nodded, blushing furiously

"Well yeah…unless," he looked up at Kurt "Oh. I'm sorry if…if I assumed, oh god, okay, I'm just going to go now." He made to turn and leave, but was stopped by a hand on his arm.

"No, it's fine," Kurt giggled "I'm gay. And yes, I would like to grab some coffee with you." Blaine sighed and smiled, the blush still lingering on his cheeks.

"So..." Blaine smirked "I'll pick you up at eight?"

So, this was a prompt from Orange-Coyote, sorry this took so long! I hope you like it :)

God. I haven't updated in forever, I've been so busy. I've got like a million unfinished dribbles going on right now including all my stories and af;assadflkj I set myself up for this, don't I?

Anyway, reviews would be lovely, and so would some prompts? I accept anything, guys!