Part two of yesterday's drabble (aka the part that contains makeouts)!
Hope you enjoy, and I'll see ya'll on Saturday :)
Coffee and the View
So Kurt ends up sitting across the table from a complete stranger- well, maybe not a complete stranger. Just… a shirtless guy. The Shirtless Guy. Who is currently clenching his jaw and spreading an antibiotic ointment over his knee. Kurt can't help but notice that his running shorts are very revealing in the posture he's sitting in; he looks away.
Shirtless Guy must've mistaken him looking away for apprehension towards the wound. "It's not too deep, just a skinned knee. It's really not as bad as it looks."
Kurt hums and nods, looking back at Shirtless Guy's face. He's wearing a comfortable smile now, and his forehead is shiny from sweat. His eyes have barely-noticeable dark circles under them, but Kurt suspects that's due to his skin tone and not regular nights of sleep. No one who's out in the streets, jogging, at seven in the morning can sleep that much.
"So I finally get to see the view you have from here," Shirtless Guy gestures towards the window. "It's really lovely."
"It's just, um, just the street, nothing special." Other than you, every morning.
He smiles like he can read Kurt's mind, and reaches for the bandage that's on the table. "You sit here every morning at seven, on the dot, and look at the view."
Kurt blushes. "You jog down this street every morning at seven, on the dot."
"Well." Shirtless Guy's smile turns bashful as he opens the bandage and looks down at his knee before positioning the bandage over the wound. "I didn't get your name, by the way," he hums. "In second thought, it wasn't wise to waltz into a stranger's home- it was antibiotic ointment you gave me, right?" he smiles teasingly.
"It was, don't worry. Although maybe I should, having let a stranger inside my home," Kurt grins. "Kurt."
"Blaine," he says, finishing up with the bandage and looking up. The name suits him, weirdly enough.
"Blaine," Kurt tests the name on his tongue. Much better than Shirtless Guy.
Kurt crosses his ankles and straightens his back. "So now that we're not quite strangers, may I offer you some coffee?"
Blaine's eyes are wide, the corners of lips pulled upwards. "You may."
An hour later, when Rachel wakes up and walks into the kitchen to find two grown men on a single vintage flea market chair, she screams loud enough to make Kurt slip onto the floor.