The prompt was barista!Blaine and geek!Kurt, but I just turned it into a coffeeshop AU. Because you can never have enough of those.

Coffee Shop

He's there every Tuesday. Never orders more than coffee, sometimes cheesecake. He usually just sits there, typing away on his Macbook. His hair is styled upwards simply, and thick-framed glasses sit on his nose when he types. He takes them off before leaving, their case snapping loudly when he closes it and letting Blaine know he's leaving.

Blaine always stares from afar, admiring him quietly throughout his workday. A harmless glance here and there towards an attractive boy never hurt anyone, right?

And sometimes he thinks The Boy notices him. One time he thought The Boy actually smiled at him, but he wasn't sure, because a second later he spilled a cup of coffee he was making, and his boss yelled at him to clean it up.

It's Tuesday again, and Blaine waits patiently for The Boy to arrive. He's on cashier duty today, so he'll be able to talk to him, even if it's just a few meaningless words.

Tuesdays are always slow, and this one is no different. So far Blaine had two tired-looking teenagers who bought some coffee before school, a hungover guy, and a nice old lady that gave him a nice tip after he nicely gave her a free chocolate cookie because he was in a nice mood.

So he sits, waits. It's almost ten already, but The Boy doesn't have a specific time for his arrival. When he finally walks in the door, his laptop bag is resting on one of his broad shoulders, and Blaine smiles brightly.

"Goodmorning," says Blaine politely when The Boy nears the cashier desk.

"Goodmorning," The Boy smiles, too, and Blaine feels warmer somehow. "Grand-"

"Nonfat mocha, yeah," Blaine finishes for him, typing the order on the computer and pressing send. The Boy hands him the money for his coffee, and he asks, "Do you want some croissants? They're super fresh, just got out of the oven."

The Boy eyes the croissants through the glass. They are indeed mouthwatering, and Blaine sneaked one out of the kitchen earlier to know that they don't just look good.

"I really shouldn't," he sighs. "But they look amazing."

Blaine smiles, snatches a paper bag and quickly grabs one of the croissants, stuffing it in the bag and giving it to The Boy. "Here. It's on the house."

The Boy is speechless for a moment, then bits his lips coyly. "Thank you."

A 'ding' behind him informs Blaine the order is ready. He takes it carefully and when The Boy takes it from him, their fingers touch and… There's no magical spark, nothing fairytale-like, but The Boy's hand is warm and soft and he wants to keep touching it after it's gone.

They Boy smiles again, murmurs another "Thank you" and goes to sit down at his regular spot by the wall- because that's where the outlet is. Blaine sighs.

One day he'll get the courage to talk to him.

Maybe today would be that day, and maybe not.

Courage, Blaine, courage…

So while editing older fics I noticed I sounded so British! (I'm not, by the way.) Also I was obsessed with writing the words 'love' and 'his beloved' and I couldn't write smut if my life depended on it.

Six months change a person, huh?

Also, about the editing thing- I edited some, but I didn't have the time to get to all of them, because of packing and family stuff, so when I come back I'll finish, pinkie swear!

You know what? If, during my absence, you find something that bothers you in any of my drabbles (typos, incorrect grammar, general dumbness, anything) post it in the reviews and I'll edit it when I get back.