So I did not post this on time. Um. Personal crap, I'm sorry. There are very few things I don't post a drabble for, and this was one of them. I apologize, especially because this was the first drabble after Glee ending.

BUT this drabble is part one out of two, and I'll be posting the second part tomorrow! So stay tuned :)

And also, cute alternate meeting.

Routine

During the summer, it's become a part of Kurt's morning routine, sitting with his coffee and his laptop by the window, answering e-mails and waiting for Shirtless Guy to jog by.

He's precise, too. He's there every morning at seven on the dot, shirtless and wearing a very revealing pair of running shorts. He usually has a phone strapped to his buff bicep, its earbuds stuck in Shirtless Guy's ears.

This morning, he passes by as he always does, and Kurt grins behind his mug watching him go. He can see Shirtless Guy's lips mumble the lyrics to the song he's listening to, and his stomach muscles are pulled taut as he jogs.

Kurt sighs; the eyecandy in this city, hell.

Shirtless Guy's gaze carries up, to the windows in the building by him, and his gaze drifts between closed windows and curtains, until he sees Kurt looking right at him- Kurt freezes, blood rushing to his cheeks, and suddenly he hears a yelp.

Shirtless Guy is on all fours on the sidewalk, one of his earbuds ripped out of his ear, and Kurt's mind takes a second to process what just happened as he looks at him slowly getting back up to his feet and examining his palms first- Kurt can see they're very red, and he's not sure if there's blood or not- before looking at his knee, which is clearly bleeding.

Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god- Kurt jumps up without thinking, yells "Rachel I'll be back in a second!" and runs outside, flying down the two flights of stairs- he's barefoot and wearing a robe what is he doing- and by the time he's out the building's front door, Shirtless Guy, who is less than a block away, is looking pained and blood is dripping from his knee down his shin.

"Hey!" Kurt calls. Shirtless Guy looks at him. "Um-" oh god. Oh god- "do you need help?"

He looks very disgruntled. "I- yeah, I kinda do," he looks down at his knee, mumbling a cuss.

"Do you want to come up? I can get you a bandage. And you should, um, probably clean that, so it doesn't get infected." Smooth, Hummel.

"I-" he stops with his mouth open, looking right into Kurt's eyes with his brows furrowed. It takes him a moment to shut his mouth, and then another to speak again. "Yes, thank you."

TBC tomorrow!