Kurt walked into the Lima Bean. His sight landed on the back of a familiar curly haired head and cocked his head to the side. That was definitely Blaine… But he looked so… Different! What was it about him that was so abnormal? Well, for one, he was scruffier. He hadn't shaved this morning, so the tiniest bit of stubble peppered his jaw. Instead of the usual sweaters, bowties, and suspenders, he was wearing a t-shirt and jeans. And his hair, it didn't…

Kurt gasped.

Blaine wasn't wearing hair gel. Kurt had tried many times, all unsuccessfully, to get the former Warbler to stop slicking his curly locks back. But no. Blaine refused to go out into public unless the 'mop' on his head had been properly tamed. Kurt swore that Blaine was going to live forever with all the chemicals he was exposed to through that gel.

Yet, here he was, nothing matting down those beautiful curls of his. They flopped around lazily on his head as he bounced up and down impatiently, standing in line for his coffee. He glanced around the shop, then at the time on his cell phone, then around the shop again before pulling a pair of hot pink sunglasses from his pocket. He slid them on, and stopped his jumping. Kurt made a decision, standing and walking over.

"Okay, what's with the sunglasses?" Blaine turned his head.

"Ack!" he dorkily screamed. "Oh, hey Chris." Kurt blinked a couple of times.

"Wa-wait… What? I'm not Chris."

"Sureeee. And I'm not Darren, I'm Chewbacca." Kurt's eyebrows furrowed.

"Whatever. I'm gonna go find Rachel." He turned, and was caught by Blaine's voice again.

"Oh, crap, we're doing that again? Well in that case," Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt's waist, pulling him in for an awkward side-hug-thing. "Well. Hello there, Kurt. How is the boy that I, Blaine Anderson, am madly in love with?" He wiggled his eyebrows around, effectively cracking the taller one up. Kurt laughed, pulling away.

"All right, like I said, gonna go find Rachel." He rolled his eyes happily, muttering underneath his breath as he walked away. "Dork."

"Please," Blaine said, using his best valley-girl accent; which Kurt had never heard before. He switched back to his normal voice. "Dork is my middle name. Darren Dork Criss." Kurt halted in his tracks. "Nah, I think I'll just stick to Everett. Or how about… Darren Everett Dork Criss? Nope." Kurt looked over his shoulder. Squinting his eyes, he turned back, walking back over to his boyfriend.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I guess. It's too cold, though. Remind me why Ryan wanted us to do this?"

"Wanted to do what? Who's Ryan?"

"'We're going to go visit Lima!" Blaine said, in some sort of imitation. "'Two episodes- filmed in Lima!' 'Get in touch with your inner Lima!'. It's too cold to be in Ohio. May I remind you that I grew up in California? Not cold. Not used to cold."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Was Blaine going crazy?

"You're right. Shouldn't be complaining. I spent three weeks in New York, why-" Blaine paused, pulling out his phone. "Hello? No- yeah. Sure. I'll be there in ten minutes." Blaine hung up, about to put his phone in his pocket.

"Did you get a new cell?" Blaine glanced up.

"Oh, yeah, actually. Here, give me yours." Kurt gave it up, watching Blaine type up a new contact. He pressed save, handing it back to the taller boy.


*Hidden Number*

Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"How did you do that?"

"Automatic. Anyways, I have to go." He pat Kurt on the back. "See you on set tomorrow." Blaine cracked his knuckles, and assumed the superhero position- with one arm in front of him and the other behind him. "Batman awayyy!" he squealed, running out of the Lima Bean. Rubbing his eyes, Kurt left the coffee shop, walking out to his car and starting to drive home.

A/N- I might turn this into a series. I don't know, I like the idea of, like, Blaine meeting Darren, or Kurt meeting Chris, or Rachel meeting Cory... Etc, etc. Let me know what you think, and which ones you want to see!