Summary: Kurt doesn’t really think he has a type until suddenly he meets the very embodiment of it, dressed in cheap polyester and with way too much gel in his hair.
A/N: Written for the klainebingo prompt “pining.” Yes, I finally remembered I have a bingo card!
College/waiters Klaine, ~3,200 words
He’s wiping down the counter at the mostly empty diner an hour into his night shift, when the boss emerges from the back, chattering away with someone Kurt has never seen before. Someone short, in a waiter’s uniform and a ridiculous amount of gel in his hair. Someone who apparently works here now.