Kurt remained staring at the door that Blaine had just disappeared into for a few moments longer. That was, until he realized that if he didn't move Blaine would come back out and see him standing there with his mouth still hanging open. It took all Kurt had in him to shut his mouth and turn around to walk out of the coffee shop, cursing that damn bell as it rung happily behind him.

He walked to work more on auto pilot than really watching where he was going. By the time he was standing in front of the building, he had no idea how he had gotten there. It was a miracle he didn't get hit by a car the few times he had to cross the street. Shaking his head, he quickly entered the building. He was later than ever and he still had to play extreme catch up from the day absent.

Kurt greeted the man that worked at the front desk of the building, "Good morning Bill."

"Good morning, Mr. Hummel. It's nice to see you back today."

"Bill. I've told you to call me Kurt how many times now?"

Kurt watched as a blush appeared on Bill's cheeks. "S-sorry Mr. Hum- I mean...Kurt."

Kurt smiled, "Much better. Have a good day."

"You too, Kurt!"

Kurt turned and walked away, but he heard Bill mumble something behind his back. The only word he actually caught was 'smile' so he turned back around, "Sorry, I didn't catch that?"

Bill was absolutely red now, "N-no-nothing. Mr-Mr-M-Kurt. I didn't s-say anything."

Kurt raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow. He could have sworn he heard Bill say something about a smile.

"R-really M-Kurt. Have a good day."

Kurt just looked at him with even more confusion on his face, but he had bigger things to worry about than the man at the front desk acting peculiarly. "Right. Bye Bill."

He turned on his heel and walked over to where the elevators were in the lobby of the building. Kurt pressed the up button as he licked over his lips. It was a nervous habit that he had since high school. To this day he did not know the origin of it even though he wished he did that way he could stop it. The constant saliva left his lips nearly always chapped so he had learned long ago to always have a tube of chap stick with him at all times. Digging it out of his satchel he tapped his foot impatiently for the elevator.

When he had finally retrieved the small tube he gratefully ran it over his lips. From behind him however he heard a strange whimpering sound. However when he looked behind it him it was only Bill, staring at his computer. Shaking his head at his paranoia the elevator had finally arrived and he climbed inside. The pressed the sixth button and the doors closed behind him. Kurt rested his head heavily on the wall inside. It was quite the day he was having and it wasn't even nine o'clock yet. He closed his eyes as he elevator climbed and it was too soon when it announced that they were on his floor.

He stepped out and he walked down the open roomed hallway. Waving at the desks he passed and calling out a friendly "hi" at the people he was more close with. They didn't stop him as they knew how focused Kurt always was when he was at work. They had no idea his inner turmoil. Even still, Kurt was never more thankful to get to his own private office. He opened the glass door and went down and sat heavily behind the desk. Resting his head in his hands he tried to collect himself, that was until there was a knock.

He looked up and Cathy, his assistant, was standing in the glass waving at him. Cathy was one of the first friends he had made since starting to work here and they had continued to get closer. She had actually interned for him during his second year and then when she graduated, Kurt had happily hired her as his assistant. She was a pretty, short, blonde girl and Kurt didn't know what he would do without her. He beckoned for her to come in.

"Awesome, Kurt. I'm so glad you're back today. Now I know you want to get right to business. First thing first, I'm still continuing to look for that personal shopper-esque person for you. But I'm just not finding someone that will click with you. I mean they have to be familiar with your work and you and I have to find someone that will put up with you while you shop. Not exactly an easy task, and I love you enough to tell you that even I cannot deal with that. So I'm still looking for that perfect match. Actually Bill from down stairs tried for the job, I mean I can't blame him for wanting to get out of that lobby but still..."

"That is really funny because I just had the weirdest encounter with him. He couldn't even talk to me without stuttering. I think he...hates me or something. Also, hi Cathy. Nice to see you. How was your day yesterday? Because mine was just perfect."

"Oh Kurt you know you can get away with being bitchy to everybody, but me. So don't even try."

"You're right. I just had the world's worst day yesterday and somehow today is already worse. I really wouldn't be here if I hadn't missed yesterday."

"My, my Hummel. You've never talk about missing two days of work in a row. Spill. Did someone die? I don't think I can deal with someone being dead..."

Kurt chuckled at Cathy's honesty, it was one of the reasons why he loved Cathy so much. "No. Nobody died. At least not yet."

"Oh is this a suicide thing or a murder thing?"

"Whichever comes first Cathy. Whichever comes first."

"You're avoiding. When I said spill, I meant spill. Now spill."

On second thought...maybe he wasn't so fond of Cathy's honesty.

"I just...unceremoniously ran into someone from high school."

She sucked in a large gasp and mocked clutching at her heart, "Oh my Kurt what ever will we do! I know! Let's call the police and have them deported back to Ohio! How dare they be in your city, don't they know better?"

Kurt glared at her.

"Oooooo-kay. Not in the mood for jokes. Right. Got it. Continue with your story because I really don't see the big deal. I run into people all the time."

"Not this person."

"What person?"

"Blaine." Kurt shuddered and said the name with as much anger and bitterness he could muster.

"Who's Blaine?" Cathy shuddered and copied his voice surprisingly well when she said Blaine's name.

"Do I want to know why you are so good at that?"

"Nope. Who's Blaine?"

Kurt sighed. Of course Cathy didn't know about Blaine. He had met Cathy after graduating college. Sometimes he forgot she didn't know everything about him because they were so close.

"Blaine is...well...Blaine...Blaine and I..."

"Oh for goodness' sake Hummel! Spit it out already!"

"Blaine was my first love." There, he said it. He looked up to meet Cathy's eyes.

"Well that sucks."

Kurt couldn't help but start laughing. And then once he started, he couldn't seem to stop. He was getting hysterical and Cathy was just standing there watching him like he was insane. Which, he guessed, he was. Tears were pooling in the corners of his eyes as he gasped, "Oh Cathy, you don't even know how bad it sucks."

"Really? He's that bad at giving head? I thought gay guys were like...extraordinary at that."

Kurt stopped laughing, "What?"

"Oh thank god. That laughing thing was seriously freaking me out. I had to say something to snap you out of it."

Kurt just continued to stare at her in confusion.

"Sucks. Blow job. Gay sex joke. Helllooooooo! Earth to Kurt! Are you in there?" She waved her hand in front of his face.

"I thought we established that I wasn't in a joking mood."

"Oh, it was just too easy. It would have been a crime to not make a joke there."

"You know sometimes you remind me a lot of this girl Santana I once knew."

"Who's Santana?"

"Another day Cathy. We have bigger issues. As in Blaine. Who now works at that coffee shop that opened down the street from my apartment. Blaine, who was my first...pretty much everything. First boyfriend, first fuck, first love, first heart break. Blaine who I have to go to dinner with at six tonight."

"Whoa hold up crazy. You made a date with this guy?"

"I most certainly did not!"

Now it was Cathy to look at Kurt in confusion.

"He well...he...he tricked me Cathy!"

Cathy just stared at him and then burst out laughing.

"What may I ask is so funny?"

"Only you would be able to be tricked into a date!" She panted out through her laughter.

"Yes, and you laughing at me isn't making me feel any better about it."

"S-s-sorry," she got out through finishing her laughing, "it's just so funny that the first date you have in at least two years you get tricked into."

"Oh yeah. Real hilarious. I've been laughing all morning."

"How, may I ask, did he trick you into this date?"

"Well it's not a date. We're just getting dinn-"

"Oh it's most definitely a date Kurt. Your first love shows up out of nowhere, one I'm sure you haven't spoken to in years. And then you're going to dinner? The poor guy probably knew he had to trick you into it, because God knows you wouldn't have said yes to him."

"Would you say yes to the guy who broke your heart by cheating on you?"

"He cheated on you?" Kurt could hear the anger in Cathy's voice. All signs of laughter promptly vanished from her face.

"Yes. He cheated on me."

"I don't like him."

"Well no shit, dip stick!"

"You should have started with that! For all I knew you ended on friendly terms and you were just spazzing out because you hadn't seen him for so long!"

"Oh he was very friendly, with the guy whose tongue he was sucking on!"

"Okay, okay. Point made. But seriously, how did he trick you?"

"He thinks that he has a valid excuse for cheating on me. He was going to tell me this morning but then he came up with this whole ludicrous plan of we need to have a whole dinner together without arguing before he'll tell me."

"I'm just being honest here Kurt, but, why do you care so much? You don't have to find out."

Kurt opened his mouth to answer, but found he had no words. For one of the few times in his life he was speechless. Why did he care? What reason could Blaine possibly have for cheating on him? What was the bullshit going to entail?

"I-I, I don't know Cathy." He looked at her sadly. "But I do know that I have to find out."

"Well okay then. Let's go."

"Go? Go where?"

"Shopping. This might be the only reason I will ever do this Kurt, so don't take it for granted. But let's blow off work and go get you a brand new outfit for tonight. This Blaine guy needs to see that no ass is finer than yours."

Kurt smiled. "You know Cathy...if I wasn't gay...I might just fall in love with you."

"I know. I have that effect on people. Now lets go! We only have about seven hours to get you a new outfit and I know how you shop."