Okay, okay, so yesterday was depressing. I'm sorry.
Here, have this cute-awkward waiter!Blaine. :*
Tip
Blaine smiled at the nice guy in table seven. He was friendly, eating dinner with a brown haired girl and politely listening to her rambling. He was dressed tastefully and sat with certain elegance to his posture.
He felt a little sorry when they were leaving, but still handed them the bill with a smile. He kind of expected the usual 'oh no let me pay' fight, but there was none. The girl handed him quickly a twenty, and the boy- a hundred. Blaine stared at the money, confused.
"Um, do you want-"
"No, no, keep the change. Consider this a tip," the boy smiled. How... He didn't seem much older than Blaine, although his clothes made it clear he didn't lack any money.
"Are... You sure?"
The girl next to him giggled. The table shook violently- he kicked her, although nor his posture or smile changed- and she quieted.
"Yeah, of course."
Blaine swallowed. "O-kay. Thank you, then." He awkwardly shoved the money into the small leather folder that had held the bill earlier.
The girl beamed at him, then looked at her friend (Friend, Blaine decided) and declared, "Well, Kurt, I'll wait for you in the car." Before leaving, she whispered something in Kurt's (That's a nice name for a nice guy, Blaine thought) ear; he blushed and rolled his eyes at her.
He got up from his seat after she left, stroking his outfit lightly to assure there were no wrinkles. Blaine simply stared.
"M-may I ask… why?" Blaine stuttered. "Why would you give a complete stranger… a very generous amount of money?"
Kurt shrugged with a crooked grin. "I worked here, too. When I was in college, which I assume that you are. I was really broke, putting it nicely, and one day, this old lady gave me a huge tip, saying I could use it. I'm just kinda… paying it forward, now that I can."
"I… wow. Thank you, again," he said.
"No problem. It might've been a little bit selfish, though…" Kurt bit his lip, and Blaine… well, Blaine swooned at the sight.
Please ask what I wish you're going to ask. Please be gay please be gay please be gay...
"You probably already know you're pretty charming, and Rachel is literally going to bite my head off if I don't get into that car with your number on my phone."
Blaine blushed, looking down at his sneakers. When he let his gaze trail back up, he came across a set of ocean-deep glasz eyes. "Sure," he said shyly.
"Great!" beamed Kurt, digging his phone out of his pocket and handing it to Blaine, who typed his phone number quickly under the name Blaine Anderson (Come on, he's not going to add a smiley face, he's not a twelve year old) and returned it with slightly shaky hands.
"So I guess… I'll see you around?" Blaine said lamely, holding out his hand for Kurt to shake.
Kurt chuckled. "You will." Then he leaned closer- Blaine stopped breathing- and kissed his cheek lightly. "Goodbye," he whispered softly, and then he was gone, leaving Blaine frozen and dumbfounded, his hand still reached forward a little.