Blaine had the jitters all morning in anticipation of this dinner with Kurt. He would frequently rotate between dreading the event and wishing he had never agreed to it, and excited to catch up with an old friend. He was jumpy every time someone would walk into the shop, always thinking it was Kurt coming in for their dinner. Several times, Elise had to tell Blaine to calm down that morning and even offered him a cigarette to calm his nerves. He declined, asserting he was perfectly fine.

Nate showed up around noon to spend his lunch break with Blaine. Blaine was in the back room scanning the shelf for a bag of flour. His back was to the door and he did not see Nate as he crept into the room as quietly as he could. He snuck up on Blaine and wrapped him up in his arms. Blaine shrieked and ducked out of Nate's grip, pushing off and skirting around the shelves to get a look at his attacker. He sighed in relief when it was only Nate, who was standing on the other side of the room in bewilderment.

Blaine was breathing fast, being more startled than he should have been. It was only Nathanial for crying out loud! Who did he expect to come into the back room there other than him and Elise? He was letting his nerves get the better of him. "You startled me," Blaine answered the questioning look on his boyfriend's face.

"Sorry," he whispered slowly coming over to Blaine and gently wrapping his arms around his waist. "I didn't mean to scare you," he whispered in Blaine's ear. He nipped the flesh of his ear lobe gently and pressed his lips to Blaine's. What was supposed to be just a peck, turned into a bit more when Nate swiped his tongue across Blaine's bottom lip. Blaine gasped and pressed against Nate's chest, putting some distance in between them.

"Nate! I'm at work!" Blaine hissed, hoping Elise was still busy at the counter with customers.

"So?" he asked, his eyebrows arching up wickedly. He pressed Blaine's hips back against the shelf, flattening his body against the shorter man. One hand stayed at his waist, and the other reached up to tangle in Blaine's head of curls. Blaine's hands were flat against Nate's chest, pinned there between their bodies as Nate bent his head and kissed Blaine. Not nearly as chaste as Blaine was used to, their tongues entwining and their bodies were pressed impossibly close together. Nate was breathing against Blaine's lips in hot gasps, his fingers that were once entwined in Blaine's hair had found their way to Blaine's back and were pressing against the small of his back, arching his body into Nate's. The usually, graceful piano fingers Nate played with were greedy and clumsy as he untucked Blaine's shirt from his jeans. Blaine grunted and shoved against Nate's chest, detaching his mouth from Blaine's. His lips traveled to Blaine's neck and he began sucking and nipping his skin. This was too much.

"Stop, stop, stop!" Blaine gasped in Nate's ear.

His busy lips froze on Blaine's neck and he loosened his grip on the bare flesh above his hips where his shirt had ridden up. He looked down at Blaine, "what's wrong?"

"I can't do this," Blaine sighed shoving gently against Nate's chest.

Nathanial pulled back so there was space between them. "Why? What's wrong?"

Blaine gave Nate an exasperated grimace. "What's wrong?" he nearly shouted. "I am at work! Elise is my friend, but she is also my boss! What if she had walked in on us?"

"We'd let her watch," he growled pressing his lips against Blaine's again. This time Blaine was ready and ripped his lips away.

"No, Nathanial." He shoved against Nate who released Blaine all together and took a step back. Blaine smoothed down his rumpled black button-down shirt and tucked it back into his pants. He ran his fingers through his ruffled curls and patted them down the best he could. Nate was silent, aware that he had crossed a line.

"I'm sorry," he muttered, shoving his hands into his pockets. Blaine finally looked up and met his eyes. He looked like a sorry little puppy that had just peed on the new carpet. Blaine smiled.

"It's okay," he brushed his fingers along Nate's cheekbone. "Let's just not try that stunt again." Nate nodded. "Now, lunch?"

The pair walked out of the back room, trying to look as innocent as they could. Luckily, Elise was outside, lazily puffing on a cigarette. Nate and Blaine walked down the street, waving to Elise as they passed. They stopped at the sandwich shop they frequented and Nate bought lunch, insisting that after acting like a hormone-crazed teenager at Blaine's workplace, it was the least he could do. They sat down at one of the picnic tables in front of the shop and began eating their lunch.

Blaine was wrestling with himself. Does Nate have to know about his dinner with Kurt? It's not like it was a date or anything. Should he tell him? What will he think? Will he think the worst since he was having a dinner with his first love? He didn't need to know… It was only a meal with an 'old friend from high school' as Kurt would say. But, he'd feel so guilty hanging out with his ex behind Nate's back. That was it, he had to tell him… but how to start that conversation.

"Looks like you have something on your mind," Nathanial observed in between bites of his sandwich. Blaine looked up still debating on whether or not to tell him about his plans. "You're not still pissed are you? I just couldn't help myself and you looked so good and—"

"I'm not angry with you."

Nate looked physically relieved. "Good. So what's on your mind?"

Blaine debated another moment. Relationships were based off trust and honesty right? Lying about something as trivial as this could ruin what he had if Nate found out he was sneaking around with his ex, even if it was only to eat a meal. He had to tell him.

"Well, I ran into someone at the coffee shop today," Blaine began.

"Oh? Who?"

Blaine looked down at his fingers that were clasped together on the table. "Kurt." He was afraid to look up at Nate, he could feel the man's eyes on him, prying for more information. Was he thinking the worst?

After a moment of silence Nate spoke again. "Are you alright?"

Blaine's head shot up as Nate reached a hand across the table to cover Blaine's. He was stunned, instead of thinking the worst happened— i.e. Blaine did Kurt in the back room— he knew how much Kurt hurt Blaine and he genuinely cared for his emotions. Blaine smiled, "I'm fine now. I panicked a little when he first came in though."

"Understandable. Was it awkward?"

"Extremely. But after the initial shock wore off it was alright just talking. He wants to get together and catch up," Blaine looked away from Nate's face, not sure what his reaction would be.

"That's a great idea," Nate smiled.

"What?" once again Nate had shocked Blaine in the course of five minutes.

"Yeah, you two should catch up. You haven't seen each other in years and you used to be friends," he shrugged, "maybe you guys can be friends again."

"Yeah, that's what Elise thought too," Blaine was flabbergasted.

"So when are you two going to get together?"

"Umm, we were going to get dinner tonight if you didn't have anything planned for you and I."

"Sounds great." Nate gave a genuine smile.

Blaine was just so confused, weren't guys supposed to hate it when you talked to your ex? Weren't they supposed to forbid you from seeing them? "So you're okay with this?" Blaine had to ask.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"He's my ex…"

He shrugged and entwined their fingers together, "I trust you."

Blaine's heart melted and a smile tickled the corner of his lips, "have I ever told you how perfect you are?"

Nate grinned, his smile fanning the creases in the corners of his eyes, "you could stand to say it more often."