Chapter 2
Blaine was excited to start his first day teaching the littlest witches in school. He would be there to keep accidents from being too bad, to keep the kids from picking on each other, and to help them to become more comfortable with their powers.
He snapped his fingers and appeared in front of a large university school building and then made his way to his first-floor classroom.
He had decorated his classroom with lots of bright colors and designs on the walls and ceiling. He wanted to make sure the kids wouldn't get bored. They had all kinds of books, paints, crayons and tons of paper to work on before they moved on to more substantial things.
A witch is born with some power, but it slowly grows as they get older, and Blaine's class was supposed to help with control and allow the kids to develop at their own pace. Once they had the basics down, they could move on to more complex spells or different types of magic.
Blaine's parents were both very gifted, and Blaine had inherited their strength and developed early into his powers. Many witches just had a few simple things they could manage to do and were not much more than mortals. All witches tended to live longer lives than mortals, and their powers generally stuck with them as they grew old; many lived to be one hundred and fifty to two hundred years old. It caused some issues interacting with mortals, but with some tricks and obfuscation, they could typically be fooled easily enough.
After being gone for over a month, Inkspot decided he would check on Scrap on his own. While they were both linked to Blaine, they were also linked to each other, so Inkspot had a good idea where to fly to find Scrap.
He circled the garage until he spotted Scrap on the second floor laying near a boy working with fabric.
He sent a hum through their link, and Scrap looked up at him, slowly moving over to the window so they could see each other.
"Why have you been gone so long, fleabag?" Inkspot teased.
"Trying to find better company than a feather brained bird like you!" Scrap informed him.
They both laughed mentally and got down to chatting.
"So what exactly are you doing here? That boy is a mortal, and normally you don't pay much attention to them," Inkspot said.
"Focus on him, his chakras, and energy for a minute," Scrap directed.
"Hm…there is more to this boy than what's on the surface. He seems to have some internal magic or ability, and there's definitely a strong connection to our boy—even to us!" he said in wonder.
"I've not seen anything like that before. A soul bond? As far as I can tell, they haven't met, but there is a tentative connection between them even from a distance."
"Wait. Ah, I see. You've been manipulating things again. Naughty puss," Inkspot joked.
"Our boy has been lonely for so long. He puts a positive spin on life, but I can tell he wants someone to be close to. This boy has the spark to match ours. His name is Kurt, and if I can get them to meet, things should move along accordingly." Scrap licked his paw.
"But the boy is a mortal, and the father will never accept him!" Inkspot stated, fluttering his wings.
"You know as well as I do that our boy will fight for what he wants and believes in. If we can get them together, nothing will separate them. Eventually, the father will have to accept him."
Inkspot hopped about on the window ledge he was perched on. "You know that probably won't happen in our lifetime."
"Stop being an old windbag, and help me push them together," Scrap demanded.
Inkspot sighed. "What do you want me to do?" He knew he was going to get roped into this somehow.
"I've been throwing our boy into Kurt's dreams at night, slowly, getting them to know each other subconsciously, deep inside. Why don't you do the same thing to Blaine at night. Make him dream about Kurt, want to meet him and push him along. There is already some interest since he saw Kurt," Scrap told him.
"From what I've seen, he's already been messaging this boy. It shouldn't be too hard to plant more interest in his dreams to try to encourage him. He already seems to sense something, or at least the physical part is there as a draw," Inkspot said.
Blaine was home after another day at school, and he felt terrible. The kids who could do more with their powers were bullying and teasing the ones who couldn't. He kept trying to change their minds. So far, he wasn't having any luck, and instead had a few crying kids at the end of the day and some who thought they were all powerful.
After he settled down at his computer, he checked his messages to see if Kurt had responded. They had been having a nice back and forth for a while, most recently about what one could do with reusing and restyling vintage clothes from decent thrift stores.
Kurt had written him back, mentioning a couple places in the area that had nice things and some that weren't worth checking out.
On the spur of the moment, Blaine decided to ask Kurt for coffee. He could see by the icon that he was actively online.
"Hey, fashionista. I know it's spur of the moment, but would you like to grab coffee with me?" Blaine's hands were shaking as he typed, his stomach full of nerves.
Those three little dots appeared, showing Kurt was typing a reply. After a couple long minutes, he heard a ding, and Kurt's response popped up.
Kurt's message read: "I don't go out very much anymore, but you know, that actually sounds nice. Put a face to our conversation and have a conversation that isn't centered around family or garage talk."
"Great! How about we meet at Witches Brew? Say an hour from now?" Blaine typed and hit send.
"Sounds great! I'll see you there."
Kurt signed out with a sigh. He hadn't met or talked to anyone but his family really, in months now, since he'd begun taking his online classes and taking on the occasional customer for sewing repairs. Why did meeting Blaine make his heart race though? Yes, his pictures were cute, but that didn't mean he was interested in him. Just his opinions on his clothes.
Kurt got up to fix his hair and pick out something to wear.
"Finally!" Scrap thought watching Kurt pick out an outfit.
Blaine slumped in his computer chair. He was finally going to meet this dreamy man in person. He hoped he wouldn't mess things up. He often found himself putting his foot in his mouth when he got excited or passionate about stuff. The last thing he wanted to do was scare Kurt away.
Inkspot chimed in, "What's the worst you can do? Insult his entire family and spill coffee all over his designer clothes? Nothing to worry about there." He softly chuckled inside Blaine's head.
"Not helping," Blaine sighed and laughed at himself. It was coffee, not tea with the queen. He would be fine. He got up to change into something more presentable and that didn't scream boring teacher.
Blaine was dressed in some tight maroon pants with a checked shirt and dark blue bow tie. His hair was slicked back and all the curls tamed. He decided he would get to the coffee shop a few minutes early. So he snapped his fingers and popped up just down the block from the shop.
Someone walking by did a double take as he appeared almost in front of them. Blaine smirked and nodded at them as he walked down the block. He loved confusing people like that. Just enough to make them wonder.
He entered Witches Brew and looked around. No, this wouldn't do, so he snapped his fingers, rearranging things so there was a table with some privacy for them to sit at. The cashier also blinked and took a second look at the shop set up, confusion evident in their face. Blaine sat down at the table and waited for Kurt to show up.
A few moments later, Kurt pulled up in his car. He was a bit nervous, but after all, it was just coffee with someone who likes fashion. He entered the Witches Brew and laughed at the name. Silly name. It should only be for Halloween time. He looked around and suddenly spotted Blaine.
Wow, he was much more handsome in person and, gosh, he just looked stunning. Kurt closed his mouth after a moment and wandered over.
"Blaine! It's great to meet you. I feel like I already know you after our conversations," Kurt gushed.
Blaine lit up when Kurt walked in and saw him. "Hey, wow, your eyes are stunning. It's nice to finally meet you. Thanks for agreeing to coffee today."
They shook hands staring into each other's eyes. Then they finally realized they should let go and get in line for coffee. Blaine ordered an Eye of Newt drip coffee, and Kurt ordered a Witches Tit, which was a nonfat mocha. They eyed each other standing side by side and exchanged awkward smiles. Once they had their drinks, they walked to the table Blaine had chosen. As they sat down, Kurt spilled a little.
"Shoot. I better get some napkins."
Before Kurt could get up, Blaine snapped his fingers and produced some napkins to clean up.
Kurt blinked, having not seen napkins there a minute ago. He decided he must have been distracted by this handsome man and didn't notice.
"So, Blaine, what do you do for work? We've only talked about outfits and fashion so far," Kurt said.
"I'm a teacher at a private school. I basically teach a mixed kindergarten and first grade class. I love seeing them come into their powers. I - I mean their personalities, as they interact with new kids away from home." Blaine smiled as he talked about the kids.
"That sounds like fun. I've not really been around many kids. It must be nice to get to interact without all the adult prejudice and things we learn as we get older," Kurt said.
"Oh, some of that is already there, sadly. But I have hope, and want to create a safe space for them to grow into their magic, I mean, the magic of childhood," Blaine fumbled out.
They soon changed the subject to lighter topics and found they had similar feelings about not fitting in and the way people treat them.
Gosh, Kurt thought, this guy is dreamy and so sweet and way too hot to be into him. He must have lots of guys interested. He sighed.
"Is something wrong?" Blaine asked. He thought the date was going well so far, but sometimes it was hard to tell.
"No, I was just thinking about how sweet you are," Kurt said, blushing a bit.
"I'm just being myself," Blaine said with a smile. "I'm having a very nice time getting to know a beautiful guy like you. It's really nice to be out with an adult and to meet someone new." He looked down at his hands a little self-consciously.
Coffees long gone, the pair finally realized they had been talking for three hours.
"Wow." Kurt noticed the time on the shop's wall clock. "I didn't realize it, but we've been talking for a while now! I don't want to keep you from doing things you need to."
"What could be more important than talking to you?" Blaine asked with a smile.
Unsure how to respond to that, Kurt blushed and looked down at his empty coffee cup.
Reluctantly, they got up to leave. Once Kurt walked toward the door, Blaine snapped his fingers, and the furniture rearranged itself.
Kurt looked back at Blaine and blinked hard. It looked as if the furniture was suddenly in different places. That was impossible!
Blaine saw Kurt's look and hurried him out of the shop.
"I had a great time. Maybe we can have dinner soon?" Blaine asked in an attempt to distract Kurt.
"Oh, I'd like that," Kurt sighed breathily.
"Awesome! I'll text you later, and we can work out a second date." Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes, and they both got lost for a minute.
Blaine leaned in and kissed Kurt on the cheek, caressing Kurt's face with his fingers. Then he turned to leave.
For a few moments, Kurt watched him walk away and then got into his car. He couldn't stop smiling the entire way home.
Kurt arrived home a little later. His dad was home from work and watching a game on TV. Once Kurt walked in, Burt paused the game. "Hey, how was your date?"
Kurt blushed. "It was just coffee, Dad," he mumbled.
His dad didn't relent though. "You hardly ever leave the house except to go to the garage these days. Must be someone special to get you out of your routine?"
Kurt sighed. "Okay, fine. His name is Blaine, and we've been chatting through my blog for a little while now. He asked me out for coffee today out of the blue," Kurt said, blushing. "He seems very sweet and nice."
"You should invite him over for dinner," Burt said.
Carole came out of the kitchen and nodded. "We'd love to meet your new friend."
Kurt blushed harder. "While I appreciate that, we haven't planned when we're getting together again."
Kurt's phone buzzed at that moment. He pulled it out and looked. "Well, he said he had a great time and thinks I'm very cute." Kurt smiled and blushed harder than before. "I think it's a bit soon to have him for dinner though. I'll keep it in mind." He smiled at them both and headed up to his room.
Blaine walked down the street from the coffee shop until he was out of sight of anyone. Then he snapped his fingers and returned to his front doorstep. Santana was driving by and blinked as she saw Blaine appear. He smiled and waved at her, and she scowled back at him.
Chuckling, he walked inside and ran into his father.
"What have you been up to?" Richard asked.
"I just met someone special for coffee." Blaine =blushed a bit.
"Oh." His father knew he was gay and had finally accepted it. "Seems a bit mundane for meeting another witch."
Blaine hesitated. "He's not a witch, just a cute boy I've been chatting with."
His father's face darkened. "A mortal?! Why are you wasting your time on him?"
"Father! You know I don't think there's anything wrong with mortals," Blaine said.
"You are better than this. I don't know why you insist on treating them equally." His father stormed off in a huff.
Blaine sighed as he walked to his bedroom. Well, in spite of his father, he thinks Kurt's really sweet and cute, and he's excited to see him again.
Inkspot teased Blaine, "I see you had a good time."
Blaine blushed again. "Yes, he's a sweet guy with these stunning blue eyes. I kept staring at them."
"When do we get to meet this young adonis?" Inkspot teased.
"He's a mortal, so he won't be meeting you for a long time, silly. Talking birds are going to freak him out." Blaine was worried for a minute thinking about introducing them. He finally realized it wasn't something he needed to worry about right away, so he stripped his clothes off to get ready for bed.
