Tomorrow's a prompt I got asked to write several times… can you guess what it is?

Today's another prompt, for famous!Blaine and fanboy!Kurt.

Blaine's a bit Darren-y, just because I believe that's what Blaine would be if here were famous. Like, you know, totally chill and loving all of his fans and all that.

Coffee Stain

Kurt's post-concert depression was settling in slowly as he walked out of the building, long after the rest of the crowd did. He was staying in a hotel a few blocks away for another night, but he had train home to catch the next day. And anyway, the sunny Los Angeles wasn't that great after Blaine Anderson's show already happened.

It was done. So quickly. He'll probably never be able to save that much money to see him again. It was a once in a lifetime experience, and it was over.

He sighed and started walking back to the hotel, sweaty and tired and half-happy and half-sad, but mostly overwhelmed.

The following morning was sunny, as always, and found Kurt checking out of the hotel but leaving his baggage there while he went to find a good place for breakfast.

He did cry a bit before going to sleep- he thought looking at all the pictures and videos he took would make him feel better, but they only made him feel worse.

He walked down the street with his shoulders hunched and his eyes looking at the ground, replaying every part of last night in his brain, as if trying to carve the memories into it forever. He was just thinking of how he managed to get close enough to touch Blaine's hand when high-fived the crowd, when- boom!

There was coffee everywhere and the crushed cup falling to the ground and he realized he walked into someone and stepped back to steady himself, quickly muttering "Oh my god, I am so, so sorry-" before looking up and… "Oh." His jaw dropped open.

In front of him, with a coffee stain of his plain t-shirt and wild curls and stubble, was Blaine Anderson.

"You're… you're Blaine Anderson!"

Yes, you dumbass, he knows he's Blaine Anderson.

Blaine looked up at him and oh, wow, those gorgeous eyes. They were a bit confused but still smiling, and Kurt swooned. "Yep, that's me."

This is your chance, Hummel, don't fuck it up. "Your show last night was amazing," Kurt smiled- no way he's going to let panic ruin this.

Blaine nodded. "Thank you."

Suddenly Kurt remembered he's just spilled coffee all over his favorite singer, and pulled a handkerchief out of the pocket of his pants, offering it to Blaine, who took it gratefully and started dabbing it on his shirt.

"It'll wash out, don't worry. And… I can buy you a new coffee, maybe?" he said hopefully.

Blaine looked up from his shirt and grinned. "Am I just supposed to assume you're not a crazy fan who wants to rape me?"

"Well, first of all, I gave you my handkerchief. Second of all, the coffee is obviously just a goodhearted, friendly offer. And third of all, seeing I'm clumsy enough to walk into someone, I'm clearly not physically able to chase you if I wanted to rape you and you'd run away."

"Good point. By the way, what's your name, not-crazy-rapist?"

Kurt chuckled. "Kurt Hummel. Nice to meet you," he held out his hand and Blaine shook it with hesitating.

They stand there for a moment, smiling at each other, until Kurt finds his lost chivalry. "Well then, lead the way."

Maybe his post-concert depression wasn't going to be that bad after all.