Note: Okay, so I have written like 10 chapters of this story. And this is probably the chapter I dislike the most, it really makes no sense. But hang in there, it gets better. Okay, now to the story (:

Chapter 4: Sad Mocha with Tears.

They ordered their usual coffee and sat down at the same table as yesterday. Blaine could really get used to this, having coffee with Kurt was nice. Really nice, actually.

"I love this place." Blaine said and looked around. It was really comfortable. The dark wooden floor and chairs along with the tables and the smell of coffee was really calming.

"Me too, I used to come here when I was in high school." Kurt said and smiled. Blaine found it hard not to stare at him, he wanted to look away but it was sort of impossible. Kurt noticed that Blaine was staring, so he grinned and raised an eyebrow.

"Whatcha lookin' at, Anderson?" He teased.

"What? Oh, sorry! I was… uh… never mind." Blaine blushed and looked away. Kurt chuckled a little and looked away, cursing himself for being so damn flirty. It was just, sometimes he forgot that Blaine was a student.

"So, uh… have you thought about those guitar lessons?" Blaine asked, changing the subject.

"Yeah… about that. I- Uh, Blaine I just don't have the time. I'm sorry." He looked down at his hands as if he was ashamed.

"Oh, it's alright… I was just really looking forward to it." Blaine said, really disappointed.

"I know… I'm sorry." He apologized again and faced Blaine.

"No, it's fine. But we'll still have coffee together, right? I like this." Blaine said hopefully.

"Yes, of course. I like it too."

"Good, because you are the closest thing I have to a friend." Blaine said truthfully.

"Really? What about Tina? I have seen you passing notes with her in class." Kurt raised an eyebrow again. Blaine blushed and looked down at his cup.

"Yeah, she's my friend but she just doesn't understand me the way that you do." He looked up at Kurt who looked a little concerned. "What- Wait, did I say something wrong?" Blaine felt panic build up inside him.

"No, you didn't… I just want you to know something."

"What is that?"

"I am your teacher, Blaine. And you are my student. It's illegal for us to have a relationship outside of school, even be friends." Blaine froze.

"I-I k-know that, I r-really do. And I don't w-want it like that I just… you get m-me and I feel a little better when I s-spend time with you." Blaine studdered. Kurt hated himself for just saying that, he could see the hurt in Blaine's eyes even if he hadn't said anything wrong. But he knew what Blaine was going through right now and it killed him to just cut their little coffee thing. He really cared about Blaine and that was also why he needed to cut this. But something inside him just couldn't do it, he had never felt more divided.

"You know what, what they don't know wont kill them." Kurt said and smiled, feeling a 1000 pounds lighter to see Blaine return the smile.

"Really?"

"Really." Kurt smiled.

"But… I don't want you to spend time with me if it makes you uncomfortable." Blaine said and felt a little guilty.

"Blaine, it's not uncomfortable. I said I wanted to spend time with you, and besides, coffee isn't illegal, you know?"

"Yeah, I know." Blaine smiled again.

"But if we are gonna sit here and have coffee literally everyday I think we need to share some interests, or else we wont have anything to talk about. How about you tell me a little about yourself?" Kurt suggested and looked genuinly interested. Blaine raised both eyebrows, feeling his heart beat alot faster. This beautiful human being wants me to tell about myself? And he wants to have coffee with me too. Blaine thought to himself, not quite believing it.

"Yeah, sure. Uh.. well, my name is Blaine Anderson. I am 18 years old, obviously." Kurt chuckled at that before Blaine continued. "I am obsessed with bowties and I never wear socks. The reason why I use hair gel is because my hair is really curly and I would look like Medusa if I didn't. Uh… I love musicals, love them!"

"Me too!" Kurt said and his eyes were sparkling with excitement. "I love everything from The sound of music to West side story!"

" .God, those are my favourites!" Blaine said.

"This is epic! But sorry, I interrupted you. Continue." Kurt said.

"I started boxing when I was 16 because I was so bullied and I needed a way to defend myself. I lost my dad when I was 15... It was when I, uh… came out to my family…" Blaine trailed off, why did he even bring that up? It was too difficult to talk about. Kurt looked at him with a shocked face expression.

"You lost your dad?"

"Y-Yes, he didn't like the idea of me being… g-gay."

"I'm sorry, Blaine. I don't know what to say…" Kurt felt slightly frustrated since he didn't know what to do.

"You don't have to say anything. I went too far talking about that anyway…" Kurt Elizabeth Hummel, now you get up on your damn feet and apologize to him and then you get the hell out of here before you do something so damn stupid that's gonna get you fired and that poor boy in trouble. But I… I like him, I don't want him to be sad and I care about him! Yes, right! You care about him, then you get your sorry ass out of here. Don't you see that he is fucking head over heels over you and what do you do? You sit there and doesn't say a word, how is that being a good person? You aren't a good person, Kurt Hummel! Kurt fighted with his subconscious, trying to figure out what to do. Eventually he figured there was only one thing to do.

"Blaine, speaking of going too far… We can't do this." Kurt said and every word felt like being bitch slapped.

"W-What?" Blaine asked, shocked. "What do you mean?"

"We can't see eachother out of school. I know I said we could but… Blaine, I see the way you look at me- I just, I am your teacher. And that's all I'm ever gonna be. I have to go, I'm sorry." Kurt then got up on his feet, avoiding Blaine's gaze and walked out of The Lima Bean. Leaving Blaine alone and confused.

"W-What? But.." Blaine interrupted himself, Kurt was gone. Did he do something wrong? Did Kurt just… Oh god, he had probably freaked Kurt out with his staring. Blaine felt tears build up in his eyes and soon enough one landed in his coffee. He ruined it, he ruined everything.

When he got home he sat down on his bed, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. They had just had coffee twice, was he that damn obvious? Okay, maybe with all the staring (almost drooling), looking, gazing and flirting it had been pretty obvious.

"So, I like him and I wanna spend time with him… is that a crime?!" Blaine asked out loud and then burried his face in his pillow.

"It depends," He heard a feminine voice say, his mother. "Is he a criminal, than it might be a crime." She giggled a little and sat down next to him on the bed, stroking his back.

"What's the matter, honey?" She asked. Blaine groaned as an answer.

"Boy trouble?" She asked. Blaine sighed, how the hell do you answer that?

"I… no, I mean, kinda." Blaine sighed and rolled over on his back.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Blaine sighed deeply.

"I… I met this guy and I thought he was really, I mean, he looked really amazing. Then we had coffee together and he was really nice. Then we had coffee again and he asked about me, like he wanted to get to know me. And I didn't even realize I had feelings for him until now."

"Is that a problem?"

"Yes! Mom, first of all, he is older than me. Second, he told me before he left that he 'couldn't do this'." Blaine sighed again. "But I understand him, he had a reason for it. But I just- I always end up having crushes on people I know I can't have! I hate it and… All I want is someone who can be there for me, understand me and love me like nobody else can. Someone who can take my breath away." His mother nodded, understanding. She knew what he meant, she wanted that for him too, she really did. Because she knew that it would be good for him to find that person one day.

"Sweetie, don't give up hope yet. I know you will find him, he might be closer than you think." She patted his shoulder and smiled.

"I hope so.."

"Don't give up hope because of one person, okay?"

"Right."

"I'm gonna start making dinner now, what do you wanna eat-"

"Dinner?!" Blaine sat straight up on his bed and looked at his watch. "Shit!" He blurted out.

"What?"

"I was supposed to have dinner at Breadstix with Mike and Tina, I am already late! I have to go. Bye, love you mom. And… thank you." He then got up on his feet and runned out the door to his car, just then he recieved a message from Tina.

Did you forget about us? Blaaaiiinneee, if you're not here in 10 we will order without you. It's been 25 minutes… - Tina.

Blaine sighed and wrote a quick reply before he started driving.

Sorry, I completely lost track of time! I'll be there in 5! - Blaine