FTF ⇄ FIRST MEET.
theandersonsblaine:
Blaine took a deep breath as he stood in front of Frisson Espresso, in an attempt to calm the butterflies in his stomach. It wasn’t like he’d never gone on a date before, but a blind date was definitely a first and… well, it had been a while since he dated in general. Back in high school, he hadn’t been very lucky when it came to dating. Although he fell head over heels for several guys, things just never seemed to work out. So after several unrequited crushes, a guy getting fired because Blaine serenaded him at work (but he was in the closet and quite a bit older than him, so things wouldn’t have worked out anyway) and his first and only boyfriend cheating on him, Blaine decided to give up on dating; at least until he moved to New York.
And although the city had something magical, that didn’t mean he instantly found his prince. Sure; New York was nothing like conservative Ohio and Blaine finally felt free, and able to truly be himself. The fact that there were actually people of his own age at bars was a plus too. But he still didn’t find the perfect guy; not one who was looking for something serious. Which is why Tina (his roommate and one of his best friends) had one day spontaneously decided to help him out. Somehow, she seemed to know quite a lot of single, gay men and her endless supply of phone numbers turned out ot be useful for a change. And here he was, about a week later, wondering who Tina had set him up with.
When he walked into the coffee shop, he immediately started looking around. Chances were that his date was already there, waiting for him. By the time he’d reached the counter, he was so lost in thought that he barely registered that the barista was speaking too him. “A medium drip, please. Or should I say s'il vous plaît?” God, please don’t embarrass yourself like that in front of your date, he thought. As he waited for his coffee, he fumbled a little with the bouquet of flowers in his hands (a real gentleman should never show up empty-handed) and looked around once again. Why hadn’t Tina given him a little bit more info? How was he ever supposed to find this guy? “Um, this might be a long shot, but is there any chance someone mentioned something about a blind date? All I know is that I’m looking for a Jason. But asking every single guy in here if their name is Jason doesn’t sound like a good idea. And who knows how many Jasons are here today.”
Kurt blinked at the man’s response to his question. He couldn’t help but smile at the French that was spoken back to him, as it was’t often someone went that far out of the way to be at least a small ounce of kind to him. It was in that moment that Kurt realized how low his expectations for kindness had become since he moved to this city; it wasn’t that everyone was awful, but it was considerably more and more difficult to find those who weren’t. To find those who wanted to take a moment or two to slow down and take in the world, rather than shrivel up into themselves and run away at a moment’s notice. Kurt shook his head out of his thoughts as he made this medium drip; gross, he thought to himself. Coffee with no flavoring made Kurt cringe, but seeing as this man was wearing an adorable bow tie and had just about the smoothest voice he’d ever heard, he thought he’d forgive it.
“De rien,” Kurt responded back as he placed the coffee on the pick-up counter. He tilted his head back and forth in thought, thinking back on the customers he’d seen that day. “Unfortunately, no,” Kurt began, shaking his head as the inevitable frown took over what was his first smile all day. “Haven’t heard about a blind date, haven’t heard about a Jason. Maybe I have, though - I’ve sort of been on auto-pilot after the four hour mark hit. So it may or may not be my fault that you’ll have to resort to searching for your Jason.” Kurt couldn’t help but laugh at that, a bold blush reddening his pale cheeks.
Rachel was making a ‘psst’ noise at him, and as soon as he looked over at her (giving her eye-daggers, of course), she raised her eyebrows in a promiscuous way - he shooed her off before turning back to bow tie boy. Every seemingly cute guy that walked into this aesthetically-pleasing, hipster coffee shop made Rachel think Kurt had found someone for him, and it was getting to be a bit ridiculous seeing as at least thirty men who fit that description walked in every day. “Blind date though, hey! That sounds exciting - much more exciting than the medium drip you’ve got there,” He couldn’t help but tease, pointing at his coffee. “I hope he gets here soon. He’ll be missing out on some very nice flowers and an adorable bow tie if he doesn’t.” Kurt shook his head, turning away to start wiping down the counter again. “Sorry, had to mention the bow tie.”
