I know you guys probably wanted this to be my announcement that the sequel is up, but all I have to offer is an alternate ending. But you guys like that, right? :)
Anyways, this is a birthday present for chatterboxrose/Phantom of a Rose (depending on which site you know her better from). Anyways, I offered her a fic of her choice for her birthday, and she told me that she'd like an AU fic of my fic "Jealous of the Moon" (which is ironically AU to begin with) in which Karofsky was not a factor in how Blaine and Kurt met. This is how it was originally supposed to go down in the story, actually, and I personally love this one of the most.
Happy birtfday, Rose!
After the events of sectionals, Kurt needed to get as far away from Lima as possible. With the glee club still breathing down his back for ruining the entire competition (even though Karofsky had been the one to chase him onto the stage) and Karofsky more insistent now than ever to get his hands on Kurt, the countertenor just needed to escape.
The farthest he got was the Lima Bean, a coffee shop nestled between Lima and Westerville. Being an avid coffee lover, Kurt figured a nice grande non-fat mocha would be the perfect thing to ease his mind. So the minute the coffee shop popped into view while he was driving down the highway, he was quick to make a stop there.
The coffee shop was bustling with business, and Kurt struggled to find his place in line. He finally worked his way up in the line, but not without bumping into another boy. Both cried out as they nearly tumbled onto the floor, but grabbed each other for support.
Kurt laughed in embarrassment and looked up at the boy who he was leaning on. Their eyes met for a brief moment, Kurt's cerulean ones meeting with the other teen's chocolate brown, and a jolt of energy surged through them. They jumped away immediately, speechless and looking at each other awkwardly.
"I-I'm sorry," Kurt muttered with a blush, gesturing for the boy to move on to the register. "Um, you're up."
The boy, who had stood gaping at Kurt, shook his head and turned around confusedly. He looked at Kurt one last time before moving up to the register.
Blaine ran a hand through his hair, looking at the barista with wide eyes, "Um, I'll have a medium drip, please, and biscotti on the side."
As the barista went off to get his order, he cast a glance at the brunette next to him. There was something familiar about the boy, but Blaine quite couldn't put his finger on it. He knew for a fact that he felt something – something that you can't just stand by and ignore – and he couldn't just let this boy walk off without at least talking to him.
"Here's your order," The barista chirped and handed Blaine his coffee and biscotti. "Have a nice day!"
"You too," he replied with a quick smile and began to walk off. As he did, the brunette boy was walking away from his register as well, taking a sip of his coffee with a faint smirk.
Blaine wasn't proud of what he did next.
Kurt carefully set his cup of coffee down on the nearby counter, swiping the cinnamon shaker up in order to put some in his mocha. However, he was bumped into and he cried out as he fell the the floor, the shaker burst in his hand, covering his palms with cinnamon.
"Crap," Kurt mumbled. "What a mess."
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" A low voice gasped in shock. A warm, reassuring arm wrapped around Kurt's waist and he was carefully lifted into the air. "I'm such a klutz."
"No, it's fine, really." Kurt sighed as he looked at the person helping him up, only to come face-to-face with the boy he ran into earlier. "Well, karma sure is getting her work done today."
The other boy laughed, "Funny, isn't it?"
Kurt chuckled and tried to wipe his hands together in order to clean them. Unfortunately, it only made the cinnamon drift onto his jeans. He groaned in frustration and reached to get napkins, only to have the raven-haired boy already wiping at his palms.
"Here, I'll help you – least I can do, right?" The other teen mused. Kurt smiled fondly at him, a blush creeping up on his cheeks.
"Thank you," Kurt murmured softly. "You know, most boys wouldn't be nice enough to – ow!"
The boy was now simply staring at Kurt's palms, which were wiped clean, as his grip on Kurt's wrist tightened. "Y-you're...you're..."
"You're hurting me," Kurt hissed, yanking his wrist free. "What's your problem?"
Kurt squealed as he was scooped up in this strange boy's arms and spun around the coffee shop. People were looking in curiosity, some smiling warmly while others laughed at the scene. The attention caused Kurt to become self-conscious and he tried to smack the boy's chest in order to be put down.
Then there were rough, warm lips against his, and he realized he was being kissed. Honest-to-god kissed. A rush of passion spread through his body, telling him that this was so perfect and so right, and he immediately began kissing back hungrily. When they finally broke away, both were gasping for breath and gazing into each others eyes.
"How rude of me; I forgot to introduce myself," the other teen spoke up, teasingly smiling at Kurt. "I'm Blaine Anderson, Mister Hummel, and I believe I've been looking for you forever."