#Thank you Mynonah for this cute story!!

[esilher]

Art: @esilher   Fic: @mynonah  Thank you so much @bossymarmalade for the quick beta reading! <3  You can read it on AO3

Winter Magic (Part 1)

“I think we have a problem with one of our customers, Boss.” Santana said to Blaine with a wry smile, leaning against the counter next to him. All the people waiting in line had finally been served and there was no one at the counter. Blaine continued to wipe the coffee machine without looking up at Santana.

“What do you mean?” He asked, although he wasn’t particularly bothered. Santana always had a problem with someone. She was an excellent worker, of course, otherwise Blaine wouldn’t have hired her to work in his coffee shop. Even though her attitude and manners could use some improvement...

“It’s Kurt.” Santana informed him.

“Kurt?” Blaine turned to Santana with a puzzled look on his face.

“Oh, come on!” She groaned. “You know exactly who it is. I’ve been watching you drool over him for months.”

“That’s not true, Santana.”

“You practically push me aside every time you see him waiting in line.”

Blaine gave Santana a disapproving look. “Do I have to remind you who pays your salary?”

“Your only condition was that I couldn’t be rude to the customers. Do you know how hard that is? But you’re not paying me to be blind.”

“Maybe I should.” Blaine retorted sharply.

Santana rolled her eyes. “Whatever. The point is,” she leaned closer, “there’s something wrong with him. You don’t think his orders are... strange?”

Yeah, well, Blaine thought... Some would call it strange. Blaine noticed it too, of course he did. He’d seen Kurt in his coffee shop before. Sometimes alone, sometimes with a very loud brunette. Yes, he remembered him clearly. Because regular customers were important for the business and because he was a good observer. Not because the guy looked gorgeous and always smiled so warmly at Blaine...

But for a while, Kurt had been coming in every day shortly after opening and always asking for the same thing. Their Winter Magic aka Rudolph’s Favorite specialty coffee, one of Blaine’s best-selling seasonal creations. He also asked for an espresso in a large paper cup and a glass of hot water. About 20 minutes later, he would order another espresso, this time decaf, and a glass of hot water. He would repeat his last order one more time before he left. Blaine assumed that Kurt added the water to the espresso, hence the large cup he always asked for. He couldn’t see it because Kurt always took a seat at the back of the shop. And even though the thought made him cringe (why not ask for a standard long black instead?), it wasn’t really any of his business.

“A bit strange what he usually orders, Santana, you’re right but…”

“Not usually, every day,” she corrected.

“But it’s none of our business,” Blaine shrugged.

Santana gave him a devilish smile. “Don’t be so sure about that, Boss!”

This time Blaine turned all the way to Santana, folded his arms and looked at her questioningly. He knew he wouldn’t get out of this pointless conversation until he heard what she had to say.

“I think he’s trying to steal your recipe,” she said excitedly.

“Excuse me?!” Blaine was shocked. He wasn’t expecting this craziness.

“As soon as he thinks we don’t see him anymore, he pulls a bunch of little jars out of his bag and a thermos with some whitish liquid in it. My guess is that those are spices in the jars and some kind of milk or herbal drink in the thermos," she said, grinning at Blaine.

“Could you please have a little less fun with your theory?” Blaine asked firmly.

“I’m trying, Boss, but it’s really hard. And it’s not a theory, I’ve seen it!” She replied excitedly before she continued. “Then, while sipping his Winter Magic, he starts stirring a brew. He repeats this twice more with the decaf espressos and then leaves. I suppose he does it without success for now, because he has always come back so far. So, Boss... He’s either mad and thinks he’s a wizard OR... he’s trying to steal your recipe.” At the end of the sentence, Santana had the biggest devilish grin on her face, obviously extremely proud of herself and having a really good time.

Blaine, on the other hand, was overcome with rage.

“Thank you, Santana,” he squeezed the words between his teeth and turned back to the coffee machine.

“That’s it?” Santana asked, putting her hands on her hips, disappointed. “No raise or anything?”

Blaine gave her a sharp look. “You can take the day off tomorrow,” he said, and the smile returned to Santana’s face. Blaine went back to the coffee machine and started to make a fresh espresso.

-

“Hi!” Blaine stopped by Kurt’s table a few minutes later.

“Hi, wow,” Kurt looked up at Blaine in surprise. “I was just about to ask for a…”

“Yeah, I know,” Blaine interrupted, putting the serving tray he was holding on the table. “Can I sit down?” 

Although Kurt opened his mouth to reply, Blaine had already taken a seat across from him before he could say anything. 

“Um... so I was just going to ask for some coffee…” Kurt started again, a little confused, but smiling.

“You know, that’s funny. I was about to ask you the same thing,” Blaine replied with a strained smile. He took the two glasses of hot water and the two cups of espresso from the tray and placed them in front of Kurt. “This one is the decaf,” Blaine pointed to the cup on the left, then leaned back and crossed his arms, looking expectantly at Kurt.

Kurt blinked at the two cups of coffee in front of him.

“I’m sorry, I… I don’t think I understand." He looked up at Blaine and tilted his head to the side.

“I want you to make me a coffee. Like you do for yourself every morning. In MY coffee shop.”

Kurt’s mouth dropped open. “Oh my God.” He covered his face with his hands. “I’m so sorry. You must think I’m a total jerk.”

“I want you to make me a coffee.” Blaine repeated emphatically, and Kurt just noticed the man’s anger.

After a moment’s thought, Kurt started taking his equipment out of his bag; a thermos of warmed soy milk and the spices packed in small jars, even a shaker, and he started. When he was done, he pushed a cup of fake Winter Magic towards Blaine, who followed Kurt’s hands with a somber expression.

The barista stared at the cup for a while, motionless. Just as Kurt began to find the tension unbearable and thought about breaking the silence, Blaine finally reached for his drink. He took a sip of coffee and a humorless laugh escaped his lips as he placed it back on the table.

“So, where do you work?” He asked impatiently.

“What?” Kurt blinked at him.

“Where. Do. You. Work.”

Kurt raised an eyebrow, not understanding where this was coming from. Neither the question nor the attitude that seemed so out of character for this man. He decided to answer it anyway.

“At Vogue.”

Blaine blinked, confused. “Is that a new place?”

“Is that what?” Kurt frowned. “Vogue.com.” He knew he shouldn’t complain that the cute barista tried to talk to him, but this felt more like an interrogation. 

Then it suddenly hit him.

“Wait… You think I’m a spy?” Kurt’s eyes widened.

Blaine raised an eyebrow, and Kurt noticed the tension in Blaine’s body at the question.

“Aren’t you?” He asked harshly.

[shame-is-a-wasted-emotion]

Some sentences Sunday Monday :

Thank you @forabeatofadrum for tagging me as always!!

My life is still chaotic over here. My final exams got postponed so i have to use this opportunity to study and revise.

I havent written anything yet to be honest. I am planning to do some Valentine month contribution for klaine and put Firstprince on hold. Ill come back to you babies!

Meanwhile i can give you a little something i am writing for Firstprince (RWRB)

Henry was seeming to scan the book thoroughly; moreover like staring at the artistique pictures. Interesting.

So much was running through Henry's mind. Henry was so talented in telling stories animatedly. Henry always dreamt of writing books when he became an adult. As a full time writing job like his grandfather ruling the country ( was writing a job even? Henry wondered about this too sometimes). One of the many high goals that he dreamt of every night. Writer,Astronaut,musician, Librarian, singer, theatre performer, fashion designer, you name it.

But depicting a story out of an already written story book was different. He was used to his mom doing it for me. And now,he didn't want to stare at the cute little boy,who came seeking his help.

So there you go!!

Tagging: @fallevs, @special-bc-ur-part-of-it, @sparklepocalypse, @kiwiana-writes, @ericdooley @bitbybitwrites @kurtsascot anyone who wants to share

Also talented artists out there @mynonah @esilher @justgleekout

[shame-is-a-wasted-emotion]

Six sentences Sunday!

Thank you @rockitmans and @forabeatofadrum for tagging me. By the time I saw your tagging it's Monday here. But anyway, what am I working on? I am juggling among secret santa fics,2 one shots. Well I can't say anything about the secret santa fics except for the fact that my fics contain atleast 1100 words in each.

I can give you a little gist of what the other 2 fics are.

Fic 1:

Blaine was a known heart- transplant patient. Blaine made it sure that Kurt should know it by their second date. Immunosuppressants, blood thinners,you name it. Blaine had to pop up so many tablets like skittles. Kurt's medicine intake was way less than Blaine's and he was thankful for it.

"I did and I have my supplies too. I won't forget my medicines,honey. If I had a nickel for every time I have to remind you to take your meds, I would live in a Palace by now."

He smirked at his own witty comment and watched Kurt getting pissed. Kurt crosses his forearm and Blaine couldn't hold his chuckle.

Fic2 (this is a Kid!klaine fic):

So much was running through Kurt's mind. Kurt was so talented in telling stories animatedly. Kurt always dreamt of writing books when he became adult. As a full time writing job like his dad did repairing cars( was writing a job even? Kurt wondered about this too sometimes). One of the many high goals that he dreamt of every night. Astronaut,musician, Librarian, singer, theatre performer, fashion designer, you name it.

But depicting a story out of an already written story book was different. He was used to his mom doing it for me. And now,he didn't want to stare at the cute little boy,who came seeking his help.

And that's it. I hope these lines are quite interesting. Thank you once again

Tagging (of course no pressure and anybody can play): @fallevs ,@quizasvivamos ,@cerriddwenluna ,@ericdooley ,@bitbybitwrites ,@heartsmadeofbooks ,@little-escapist

And maybe six strokes Sunday for @esilher ,@mynonah ,@justgleekout ? Idk...that's silly