A klaine request for chatterboxrose!
Blaine and Kurt meet at a coffee shop during finals week. Problem is due to workload, Blaine looks like a homeless man and Kurt wants nothing to do with boys for this week.
Blaine sort of let himself go during finals week. He forgot to shave, sleep and eat. His roommate told him he looked homeless and wouldn’t stop bugging him about it, so Blaine had escaped to the coffee shop down the street to get away from him (and get some much needed coffee).
Blaine had been there for almost an hour when he walked in.
The boy was absolutely beautiful. Unlike Blaine, he was put together and cool, and breezed by Blaine’s table with an air of elegance that Blaine couldn’t even master outside of finals week.
He ordered a coffee and sat down at a table near Blaine’s. After almost thirty minutes of staring at him, Blaine finally pushed himself up from the table. It was obvious he wasn’t getting any work done. Might as well ask him out and get back to studying…
“Hello,” said Blaine when he arrived at the boy’s table. The other boy looked up from his laptop, raising an eyebrow at him as he looked Blaine up and down. Blaine flushed. He was wearing university sweets right now (which he’d probably had on since yesterday, now that he thought about it more). Damn.
“I was just wondering if I could buy you a coffee?” asked Blaine.
“I’m studying,” said the boy, his voice just as flawless as the rest of him.
“Oh - I mean - we all need a break?” he asked.”
“Look,” said Kurt, dropping a pen he had been twirling in his hand. “No offence, but first off, you look homeless. I’m a fashion design student - and honestly, I think just being near you right now is lowering my grade - and secondly, I am no thinking about boys at all this week. I need to get my studying done, without distractions so no, I can buy my own coffee, thank you.”
Blaine stared at the boy with wide eyes before retreating back to his table, embarrassed. He supposed the boy had a point…but he wasn’t always this unkept.
Blaine steeled himself, looking over at the boy again, who was once again engrossed in his computer. He would show him exactly how put together and not homeless Blaine Anderson looked on any given day.
I DEMAND A SECOND PART
I DEMAND WITH THE POWER OF A THOUSAND POUTY PUPPIES
The next day, Blaine walks into the coffee shop, fresh out of a shower and his hair gelled back. He’s wearing his favorite pair of red high waters, black polo and a bowtie to match. He slips off his yellow sunglasses and scans the cafe.
He spots him immediately. He’s in another fabulous outfit (obviously he’s a fashion student) looking over a large book and tapping his fingers on the table absently. Blaine takes a deep breath and walks straight for him.
“Hello,” Blaine said, stopping in front of the table.
The boy looks up - does a double take - and raises an eyebrow. “Homeless boy from yesterday?” he asked, his voice laced with humor.
“Not homeless,” said Blaine. “Just, well, stressed from finals. I forget basic social rules like showering and dressing up. This…this is how I usually am.”
“Hmmm,” said the boy, looking at him for another moment. “I approve.”
Blaine’s heart jumps. “Maybe I can interest you in that coffee?”
Blaine’s heart drops just as quickly. “But -“
“Even I’m not that shallow,” said the boy with an eye roll. “Just changing your clothes won’t make me break my no boys rule for this week. I need to pass.”
“I…I understand,” sighed Blaine. “I’ll just - leave you to it.”
Blaine turns at the boy’s voice. He’s writing something down on a paper, then he holds it out for Blaine. He takes it, their fingers touching for just a moment.
“What’s your name?” asked the boy with a small smile.
“Kurt,” he said. “I’ll talk to you later, Blaine.”
Blaine looks down at the paper. Kurt’s name is written there, along with a phone number. Blaine looks up, smiling. “Later, as in, after this week?” asked Blaine.
Kurt nods, a true smile coming to his face.