Dear Evan Handsen inspired✨

Blaine looked across the coffee shop, and there he sat. The most perfect boy he's ever laid eyes on.

Kurt Hummel.

Blaine had only ever seen him getting coffee, but he knew so much from staring. Sure, it was creepy. Although he couldn't help himself from staring at his perfect features. He always wanted so badly to say hi, talk to him just once. He's had so many options to do so too. When he wore a wicked off the shoulder shirt, with sweatpants.

How he could make relaxed pretty, he will never understand. Though his eyes were lined red, he'd been crying. He was close, but somehow his social anxiety got the best of him. He didn't go up to him. But today like many, he was dressed to impress nobody. It was so him and it was adorable. His petite body was hidden under a big black pea coat, with skin tight grey jeans, and black knee thigh high boots. His perfectly coiffed hair was done in a perfect carmel swirl.

He was almost mad how perfect he was. His grey fingerless gloves picked up his iPhone answering a call.

He said, there's nothing like you're smile sort of subtle and perfect and real. He said,  you never knew how wonderful that smile could make someone feel.

His smile made Blaine's entire week. The way his eyes crinkled up, and pearly white teeth showed. His heart leapt each time he saw it. He hated himself how he was never able to make him smile. He wanted to so bad. But, he never had the courage to tell him.

He watched from afar, how he silently sipped his coffee, looking out at passing strangers. Just a turn of his head and he'd see Blaine. A glance at least. But his cyan eyes were glued to the New York street.

'Just look at me.'

Then at exactly 9:00, he would get up and leave. His heart ached seeing him. He would wait until 8:31 tomorrow to see that smile once again.

•••

Blaine took careful notice of Kurt Tuesday. He was wearing a beige waist coat, tied tightly around his waist. Blaine smiled at how it make his eyes pop.

And he knew, whenever you get bored you scribble stars on the cuffs of your jeans. And he noticed, that you still fill out those quizzes in those teen magazines.

He had his leg in his lap, his jeans folded making a perfect cuff. He had a black pen making stats over the edges.

Blaine was shocked to see Kurt violating his clothing like that. He clothes looked so expensive and well put together, the fact that he was drawing on them made Blaine question everything he's ever known.

Was he bored? Waiting for somebody? A boyfriend perhaps? He was bound to go insane because of this boy.

But he kept it all, inside his head. What he saw he led unsaid and although he wanted to. He couldn't talk to you, he couldn't find the way but he would always say.

Blaine got up first, he had to be at the theater early for mic check today. He took once last glance at Kurt, till he could see that gorgeous boy tomorrow.

If I could tell her, tell her everything I see. If I could tell her how she's everything to me, but we're a million worlds apart, and I don't know how I would even start. If I could tell her.

If I could tell her.

That silent hate Blaine had for himself kept growing, each and every day.

•••
"Did you talk to him?" Sam asked as he put mic tape on Blaine's jaw.

"U-um well no, not exactly, he was um b-busy..." Blaine managed to stutter out.

"You're not nervous ,so why are you lying?" Sam said arching an eyebrow in Blaine's direction.

Blaine sighed out looking at Sam, "I hate you."

"We've been friends for more than ten years Blaine, I know your stutters." Sam laughed as he took out the make up, Marley would put on Blaine.

Blaine sighed. "H-he was drawing stars on the cuffs of his jeans."

"Ah, so busy." Same replied rolling his eyes.

Blaine signed looking up at Sam, "it's hard."

"You can sing in front of hundreds of people every day, but you can't talk to a guy." Sam sighed looking at Blaine.

"Social anxiety." Blaine shrugged sitting back in his chair.

"That doesn't make sense, you're a fucking actor for gods sake." Sam sighed.

Blaine shrugged and nodded. "It's not like it's easy.., you remember when we first met, I couldn't even talk."

Sam sighed and nodded. "That guy-"

"Kurt."

"Kurt would love you, you need to talk to him." Sam sighed as he leaned against the desk.

Blaine sighed looking to him and grabbing a brush for powder. "I should get a head start, let Marley get into costume."

"Alright, and hey mister play write?" Sam asked before walking out.

Blaine turned over to him,

"break a leg babe." Sam winked with a smile.

Blaine laughed shaking his head.

•••

He thought you looked really pretty, er- it looked pretty cool when you put indigo streaks in your hair.

Blaine was so close to Kurt. He was putting cinnamon in his coffee when he saw Kurt standing next to him. He was going to have a heart attack. He wore a blue jacket, and a collared white button up underneath. What really stuck out was the indigo streaks. He wasn't sure if it was a fashion statement but it was adorable in his mind. He put in cream and hazelnut, not even taking a glance at Blaine.

Blaine watched as he walked to his table. He let out a sigh looking to his coffee, internally cursing himself for being so so stupid.

He took one last, lasting glance to Kurt before he went to do his morning matinee.

•••

And he wondered how you learned to dance like all the rest of the world isn't there

Blaine sighed as he sat on the stage making changes to the script, humming out his solo song.

"Your still here?" Marley asked as she looked at Blaine.

Blaine looked over nodding, "yeah, I-i am. But let's b-be honest. I'd never get to sleep at home a-anyway." He sighed biting his tongue.

Marley shook her head taking a seat next to him. "What did your 'mystery man' do today?"

Blaine gave the softest smile to his script. "The cafe was playing a song he liked, he moved his shoulders and smiled... it was adorable..."

But he kept it all inside his head what he saw he left unsaid.

Marley smiled softly at him. "You've barley even talked to this guy and you're in love with him."

"I know I'm insane." Blaine sighed looking over to her.

She laughed and nodded. "Very, but, it's really cute. I just really wish you'd talk to him and make that dream a reality."

"You and me both kiddo."

•••

Blaine walked down the streets sighing, hands in his pockets. He sore he was actually going insane. Two voices in his head constantly bickering.

'It's easy just talk to him!'

'What are you insane? He could hate us, he might reject us and die, we couldn't survive.'

'One compliment, talk about your play, he must like plays if he has a wicked shirt!'

'Or it's his boyfriends, or girlfriends. Plus we know your stutter will get in the way.'

If I could tell her tell her everything I see, if I could tell her how she's everything to me.

Blaine shook his head as he kept walking. Why couldn't he just be normal? He made his way to the theater, ready to take a nap or something.

After his performance that day he felt a little lighter. He put his problems into his songs, all his anger about not being able to be with Kurt slipped away. He could be at ease for a little while.

He was backstage in regular clothes, simple jeans and a long sleeve shirt, as he took off his make up. He went out to meet fans who got back stage privileges.

He was about to leave packing up, as he sighed all the playbills outside and cast were leaving, Sam knocked on the open door. "Hey there's someone here for you, he couldn't get backstage but he waited, should I send him away."

"Oh no, I'll be right out." Blaine said as he got on his coat and bag, saying a final goodbye to the rest of the cast as he walked out the stage door.

But we're a million miles apart

Blaine's breathe was suddenly gone, his mind was now blank. He felt like he was drowning but better, he wanted to say something, but no words were able to come out.

And I don't know how I would even start if I could tell her.

There he was. His perfect boy, right in front of him.

"Hi, I'm really sorry to bug you, but I really love your work. I've seen this play like eight times, because I wanted to say hi, but I lost my confidence each time... I know it sounds insane, I mean you don't even know my name, but I had to meet you. I'm so sorry for how creepy that sounds, and it's late, you're tired you probably wanna go home..."

If I could tell her but what do you do when there's this great divide

"K-Kurt... I mean you're Kurt... I see you at the coffee shop.." Blaine laughed trying to control his stuttering.

"I am." Kurt smiled widely.

"I- I uh-um... i- do you?"

"Yes." Kurt smiled letting out a breathless laugh.

Blaine smiled widely as he said so, giving a wide smile.

He just seems so far away
And what do you do when the distance is too wide
I think I don't know anything

"L-let's go?" Blaine smiled and he carefully let an arm out for Kurt. The boy smiled in reply and took it, making Blaine's heart leap.

And how do you say I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.

Blaine did everything he could, trying not to go completely insane. They talked for hours on end, until they were kicked out talking around the block.

"So the only reason you kept going was for me?" Kurt said.

Blaine nodded smiling softly looking down at his feet. "Y-yeah..."

"I kept going for you too... I kept trying to do things so you'd notice me... I know inane but I tired my wicked shirt, looking bored-"

"You drew stars on the cuffs of your jeans." Blaine smiled.

Kurt smiled widely nodded, "yeah, and I even-"

"Put Indigo streaks in your hair." Blaine smiled at him.

Kurt blushed nodding looking down. "Yeah...."

But we're a million worlds apart and I don't know how I could even start
If I could tell her

"I noticed... trust me I-I noticed... I'm just horribly awkward... and I have the w-worst social anxiety. Ironic being an actor I know... but.. i tried so many times to work up the courage to tell you.." Blaine stuttered out.

"You told me now." Kurt smiled softly.

"I did." Blaine smiled.

Kurt blushed hard smiling at him. "Thank you... for thank a chance on me."

"T-thank you, for giving this s-stuttering mess a c-chance." Blaine smiled. "Could I?"

"Kiss me? Yes." Kurt said smiling.

Blaine laughed and nodding smiling widely, as his calloused hand cupped Kurt's jaw, leaning so he could connect there lips together in a soft kiss.

If I could...

If you haven't listened to dear Evan Handsen you should. I think Blaine fits Evan in many situations honestly. If I could tell her is so cute I wished Blaine could have sang it in glee. But if you didn't get it in the fic, Blaine is like Lin he wrote a play and now stars in it on Broadway, and Kurt basically has seen it a lot just to see him. Ironic I know I'm great. But it's bad but I put a lot of love into it, so uh yeah :)
Stay Strange 🌼