Chapter Two: Coffee

Kurt's Perspective

"Wes, shut up! No! I didn't leak him our set list for Sectionals! Just shut up so I can actually explain something for a moment!" I practically yelled at my best friend.
He huffed in annoyance while he crossed his arms, but stayed quiet. "Thank you." I sighed in relief. "His name is Blaine Anderson, he goes to McKinley, Wes. He's now the only out-gay kid there. Karofsky... his new target is Blaine." my voice trembled at the mention of both their names in one sentence.
"Oh God, Kurt. This is bad. Really bad. Did he...?" Wes trailed on and I nodded with tears threatening to fall from my eyes. "That's it. That kid needs some serious help, he can't go around doing things like that and get away with it." Wes snarled, clenching his fists at his sides.
As much as I wanted to continue yelling about how awful Karofsky was to me and is to Blaine, I had to change the topic. "Wes, I agree with you completely, as you know, but that wasn't what I called you over for. It's about Blaine."
Wes nodded and sat on the bed opposite of mine. "What about him?"
"He... well it hurts. He's what I used to be, and I've offered him to transfer here. I wanted to know, if he does actually transfer, if you'd let him in the Warblers. He's in the New Directions, with Finn, so he probably has some form of talent."
Wes' features relaxed and he smiled. "Of course, Kurt. We'll let him have the regular audition thing, make sure he's not tone-deaf, and let him in no matter if his voice is low-quality. I promise."
I returned the smile and then decided to bring up the silly thing that was floating in my head. "Okay, and then number two; I have a wardrobe issue. Blaine and I are going for coffee tomorrow morning and I'm obviously ditching the blazer. Soooo could you maybe, I don't know... let it slip that there's a fashion emergency in Room 164 to Niff?" I spoke quickly and Wes only smirked even more.
"No problem, Hummel. Let me know if you need anything else." Wes replied with ease and whisked himself out of my room.
I flopped back onto my bed and sighed, not particularly caring about my hair, how my dress shirt was getting wrinkled, or even how my tie was extremely loosened from around my neck. I hope he got home alright...
Then my phone buzzed and I smiled when I read the message:

"Thank you so much for everything, I'm transferring Monday(: - Blaine"

My smile widened, realizing that I could talk to Blaine in person every day in four days. Not that it mattered whether or not we were in person. It just would reassure me that he's safe from Karofsky, that was. Now with a lighter mood, I quickly tapped a reply:

"I'm proud of you(: Are you boarding? - Kurt"

Within less than a minute, Blaine responded, sparking a flame of excitement for finally having a new friend who didn't text back every two hours or so.

"Yep. I was curious if you'd like a new roommate... - Blaine"

I smiled widely at the sight of the message and hurriedly replied, giddy over the fact that he wanted to board with me.

"I couldn't ask for anyone better! - Kurt"

After I sent the message, I realized how flirtatious that could be read, and mentally slapped myself for my damned innocence.

"Haha, really looking forward to coffee tomorrow(: - Blaine"

"And I still can't figure out what to wear because of it." I mumbled tiredly to myself. I'm even relying on Nick and Jeff's decision, which is saying something. I just so happen to be the most fashionably involved person I know. Considering I own hundreds of Vogue magazines and occasionally design things myself, asking for fashion advice isn't my forte. Which is basically why I made Wes do it, of course.

"So am I! I have a feeling we're going to be best friends before we know it(: - Kurt"

"I sure hope so! - Blaine"

"Hey, I got to go. Stupid studies. I'll see you at 7:30? - Kurt"

"No problem. And yep, wouldn't miss it for the world(: - Blaine"

I sighed and turned off my phone. Tomorrow is going to be a new step in my confidence, I just know it.

Lima Bean; 7:25am

I stood outside of the Lima Bean coffee shop, patiently waiting for Blaine. I was humming "Defying Gravity" from one of my absolute favorite musicals, Wicked, when Blaine materialized by my side. His smile met his brilliant hazel eyes as he squealed, "Oh my God, I love that musical!"
"What isn't there to love about it?" I chirped happily in reply.
"Let's see, minus the fact that it's in New York City and I don't live there, absolutely nothing." he replied passionately.
"I completely agree. So, how about that coffee?" I remind him.
Blaine blushed lightly in embarrassment. "Of course!" he said sheepishly, "I almost forgot." The black-haired boy opened the door politely and gestured me to go forward. "After you."
I smiled and walked in as he trailed in close behind me. "Know what you want?" I asked to start up a casual conversation.
"Yep, coffee happens to be my best friend these days." he joked with a small smile placed on his face.
"Me too. With Sectionals in a month, Wes has been bombarding us with extra practices three times a week. He even occasionally extends them to be even four hours long with no breaks." I groaned.
Blaine raised his eyebrows in shock. "And I thought Rachel was a bit much. She's like the goddess of show choir, and don't get me wrong; her voice is spectacular, but I would love to shove her knee-high socks down her throat every now and then."
"Rachel Berry?" I laughed.
"I assumed you would know her, considering she's part of Finn's love-pentagon." Blaine said while he rolled his eyes.
It was my turn to raise my eyebrows. "I mean, sure, I knew they had a fling here and there. But whoa, a pentagon? Hold that thought, we're next." I stepped up to the cashier and smiled. "Hi, I'd like a grande non-fat mocha, please. Blaine?"
"Oh, um..." he began, stepping in front of me to the counter, "I'll have the medium drip." He quickly pulled out a ten dollar bill and handed it over to the barista. "Keep the change." he said sweetly and flashed her a bright smile.
The girl blushed and hurriedly wrote something at the bottom of the receipt, and handed it back over to Blaine. "It'll be right up." she said quickly and raced off to make our orders.
I raised yet another questioning eyebrow, but rather at the receipt in his hands and followed him to a small table. "What did she write?" I asked the second we sat down.
His cheeks flushed shades of red and he simply handed the white paper over. "She's the fifth one this week. You would think the assortment of different colored bow ties would give them a hint." he sighed.
When I glanced at the bottom of the receipt, I bit my lip to stifle my laughter. Written in neat hand writing was 10 digits, with the name Brooklyn and a heart scrawled next to it. "No way. And wait, fifth this week?" I questioned in shock.
"It used to be five a day." he groaned. "I mean sure, I love to hang out with girls and all, but seriously, bow ties." he whined, dramatically gesturing to the crimson red bow tie around his neck.
I laughed light-heartedly as the barista returned with our drinks. She eyed Blaine and me skeptically, then her eyes widened. While she handed me my mocha, she quietly whispered, "Sorry." in my ear and scurried off.
I chuckled slightly and Blaine didn't ask. So, given the opportunity to ask about Finn's love-pentagon. "Please do explain Finn's little pentagon of love."
Blaine gave a hearty laugh and took a sip of his coffee. "Well it's a mess. Quinn is pregnant with Puck's kid. Quinn lied to Finn and he raced off to Rachel. He broke it off with Rachel because she was obsessive. Then Rachel and Puck had a fling to get Finn jealous, which worked. Recently, Finn and Santana got together to piss off Rachel. It's been awful; Rachel and him keep singing songs to each other all the freaking time before the club starts." he said in a gossiping rush before taking a deep breath.
"I seriously cannot wait to rub this information in his face so I can have the TV this weekend." I blabbered out instantly.
Blaine rolled his eyes with a light-hearted smile on his face. "Hey, I was curious how you got here so early from Dalton. Surely you didn't get up at five?" he questioned worriedly.
"Dalton doesn't have class today, it's a teachers' plan day. I'm at home for the weekend, as I usually am. I got home around ten last night." I replied calmly as he released a heavy sigh.
"Thank goodness. I would feel awful if you did that. Losing sleep for someone you just met is sorta weird." he replied awkwardly.
I laughed sweetly and rolled my eyes. "Don't worry, I'm not sacrificing my beauty sleep for you, or anyone else for that matter, for quite some time." I teased back.
He rolled his eyes in return then changed the topic. "Just to let you know, your outfit is absolutely stunning. The silver vest really makes your eyes shine." he commented sweetly.
I blushed at his comment. Sounds like Niff got the outfit right today. "Aww, thank you. That's really kind of you to say. I'm a bit of a fashionista, to be honest." I returned with the blush still visible on my cheeks.
"And that's nothing to be ashamed of," Blaine added, "we better head to McKinley; class starts in ten minutes, and I have to go to Glee Club because we get to put on performances around the school all day... which will end up being a disaster." Then he got up from his seat, clutching his coffee.
"I'm excited to see you guys perform! But yeah, it's best if we start heading." I replied happily, grabbed my mocha, and walked with Blaine out the doors.
As we walked towards our cars, Blaine turned around smoothly and gave me a hesitated look. I raised my eyebrow before he said, "Everyone does an individual performance today, and we do a group number. Mine's not that great... I mean I'll never be able to compete with your voice, which just so happens to be flawless. So, I guess you could, I don't know... leave early and save me the embarrassment?"
I gave him a devious smirk. "Not going to happen, Blaine." I told him in a mischievous tone, then quickly strutted off to my car before he could even try to change my mind.