Walter felt the hot liquid slide down his throat as he sipped on the coffee in his hand. He had thought the cheap looking cafe would have just as cheap-tasting drinks, but the place had outdone itself. Thin fingers held onto the styrofoam cup as he searched for an empty table in the small dining area. The Mabry boy had been in hiding ever since he had escaped jail for fraud and money theft, so what better to place to hide from the world than in the small town of Lima, Ohio!
The short man felt an urge to yell bubble up inside him as he failed to find a seat of his own, striped scarf covering his bearded mouth. The time of month called for warm clothing and protection, something he was used to since he grew up in the skirts of London. It wasn’t the weather that was hard for him, but more of the fact that he wasn’t the rich little white boy he was accustomed to.
“Bloody hell !” Walter shouted as the drink he held managed to pour over the front of his peacoat, the temperature of it scalding his pale skin.
Blue eyes glanced up to the person who had bumped into him, causing the spill.
Blaine wasn’t ready to make the trip back to Westerville. Kurt and the others said their goodbyes and he lingered at the Lima Bean after they left to have one more for the road. The trip always took longer this time of year thanks to dark coming earlier and if he was going to be anywhere near close to awake enough to make it to his pitstop caffeine refill? Another medium drip and side double shot of espresso were absolutely necessary.
A smile touched his lips when a reminder message popped up on his phone. Don’t forget on your new gloves! I didn’t buy them for just for looks! Call me if you get bored or tired on the drive. Love you! Xoxo, Kurt. Could Kurt get any sweeter? The answer was: Probably. Never underestimate Kurt Hummel’s power of adorable. Gathering his satchel up from the back of his chair–Blaine sent him a message back as he quickly stood and spun on his heels to go place his order.
He didn’t make it far. –Gloves! Don’t forget the gloves!– Too busy rooting through his things–head down and attention elsewhere–the short boy in a grey and red scarf and black woolen coat smacked directly into someone he didn’t notice was right there.
“Oh my–! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry,” he cringed then went into a panicked concern seeing hot coffee covering the front of the man’s coat. That had to hurt! “I wasn’t–! Are you okay??”
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