kurt.

          _{Following the Warbler’s long trail of thought, the Cheerio’s brows arched before he was not so discreetly put back in his place by the other teenager; his countenance grown significantly more sour yet still practically unmoving as he desperately tried not to garner too much attention from the crowded table not too many steps removed from their position by the counter.  ❛ I think you’ll be more than happy to know you aren’t in fact the only boy I talk to, ❜  he spat through gritted teeth, an air of arrogance taking over.  ❛ Besides, this isn’t Gossip Girl. ❜  Kurt had to give the boy some credit. Not many of his fellow high school students had the guts for such public display of confrontation. Punishment usually fit the crime, and no matter just how much Coach Tenaka loved to promote a good old fashioned game of dodgeball, things didn’t usually tend to go in their favor.} 

          _{❛ You know my coffee order? ❜}

Seeing that he was getting under Kurt’s skin by simply keeping up with him and not backing down filled Blaine with a sense of pride that the other would have no idea the root cause of.  Kurt was nothing close to what he faced in his past.  Because Kurt wasn’t like his bullies who shaped the rest of his high school years (turning out for the better but what a path to get there….) with their ignorance (and fists and feet).  Kurt was as insecure as he could be and doing his best to fit in with his friends.  It was sad, really.  Because had Kurt chose a better group to surround himself with?  Putting as much passion as he did in trying to make Blaine’s every visit to the Lima Bean miserable?  He might be a person worth being around.  Or..maybe just a good person.  Instead of..this.  “Just the only boy every time I’m here.  But, yes, Kurt.  I’m happy your outer circle may just be a little more well-rounded than your inner one.  Gossip Girl?  I don’t think I get the reference..”  He blinked at the slip, only now seeing the error in rattling off his observation that he for some reason managed to commit to memory.  “Of course I do.”  His brain raced to blurt the first thing that he could to negate any meaning behind it..

“I’m sure anyone within two feet of you does with how snippily you bark it at the barista..”