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..”
❛ His name is Jacob. We are very much in love and exclusive. ❜ Wholly unfazed by this sudden change in the other teenager’s attitude, pale hands provided a lazy gesture of their own before crossing both arms in defiance, teeth sunken down into his lower lip and looking positively alarmed upon the other male’s prompt insistence on already leaving. He didn’t normally find much use for petty little lies. In fact, being so well attuned to Sue Sylvester’s masterful personality, Kurt typically muchpreferred to avoid them. And yet, in that moment, something inside him pulled him into the complete opposite direction. Like gravity to a car wreck just about waiting to happen.
❛ Shouldn’t you be waiting for your coffee order? ❜
“I’m sure Jacob is a great guy. Are you sure you should be talking to me so much then?” Blaine’s gaze drifted over Kurt’s shoulder towards the pit of vipers dressed in the red, white and black colors of McKinley he liked to associate himself with. He smirked as he leaned in close, scrunching his nose and cupping his hand against the corner of his mouth like he was shielding a very important secret away from their prying eyes and, no doubt, would-be eavesdropping ears if they were close enough. “Rumors might get started, you know? I think with your circle? They’d be out of control in no time.” A conspiratorial wink later, Blaine stepped back into his own bubble of space. Amusement twinkled in hazel eyes.
“I would be if I had the chance to give my order. Why? Was that a hint? Would you like one? Mister Non-Fat Mocha with the emphasis on the NON-FAT.” Now all he could do was wait for Kurt’s reaction to the offer, not realizing the depth of what he just implied with the question.
send in a ❣ for a random kiss. (roll, 1: a shy kiss)
Why was he doing this? What possessed him to think what he was marching towards Kurt to do was on the same PLANET as okay? Did someone spike his coffee? No. Did he fall and hit his head at Warbler practice? No. He must’ve lost his mind. That had to be the reason why he followed Kurt out when he left his pack of hyenas and seemed to be leaving to go home. Blaine clenched the stem of the rose he bought from the woman selling them
(he never dug his wallet out as fast as the second he saw her)
outside the Lima Bean so tight, his fingers should be thankful that the thorns were already trimmed off.
By the time he caught up to him, his stomach was twisted up so tight it felt hot. His heart beat like hummingbird wings inside his chest. Hazel eyes were round, blinking owlishly when he gently tapped Kurt’s shoulder and said his name at the same time to get his attention without startling the Cheerio. Here came the proverbial cat to steal his tongue right as the other turned with the look Blaine was pretty sure was reserved only for him. Somewhere between irritation and indifference. Asking him for the time crossed his mind in a flash of doubt that it might be best to back off. Look stupid that he didn’t know he could look at his phone and not have bothered someone who hated him as much as Kurt seemed to.
Gravity betrayed him, though. Cause the poles shifted, turned themselves in the direction that had his arm lifting and that perfectly shaped rose (red, why’d he pick red?) was held out towards Kurt. Blaine watched it come up like he was having an out of body experience. One that didn’t end as he stepped closer. Before Kurt’s quicksilver tongue could cut him down, their lips met for the first time. Could be the last time, too. At least he could stop wondering what that might feel like at all hours of the day and night regardless of the outcome. He knew.
A slight mischievous grin quickly graced Kurt’s otherwise impeccably styled features. For someone so prim and proper, it really didn’t take much to see each and every single one of the Warbler’s gears running rampant. Maybe it had been the fact these little conversations took place every so often. Maybe, deep down, his ability to read the other boy like a book had left him curious, wondering, colored with intrigue how they had both ended up in such a place to begin with. A sense of familiarity, pettily disguised as pretty much any excuse to be able to interact with him — in spite of his own high school reputation.
❛ I have a boyfriend. ❜
Blaine noticed the grin and wasn’t particularly keen on the spike of intrigue it created. What was going on in the Cheerio’s head to make him form that sort of a smile? Preparing for the claws to come out, Blaine stood his ground more determined than ever to not let someone like Kurt Hummel to get under his skin. More than he already had.. Seeing Kurt enjoying himself brought a thoughtful pout to Blaine’s lips as he carefully planned his comeback. Although that blurt if information wasn’t exactly what he was prepared for. Both brows shot up and for only a blink or two, Blaine looked stunned. Boyfriend? Alright then.
“Um? Okay. I’m happy for you.” Leaning towards the boy, his smile was back (crooked but there) and his voice regained it’s same soft sincerity that everyone who knew him would come to expect. “I hope the two of you have a wonderful Valentine’s Day and he, you know, actually joins you here for a change?” Was Blaine Anderson just calling bullcrap? No! Not him! Never.
“Now if you’ll excuse me? I have some friends who are waiting.”
❛ Riiight. ❜ Hands were left to rest on red and white clad hips as Kurt briefly re-examined his competition. Getting the Warbler riled up had really only been part of the fun. Much as he despised being the one to have to point out the other male’s obvious flaws to him, there was something about the way Blaine tried to keep himself composed that proved at least somewhat entertaining between every interaction. Or at least while the rest of the squad appeared to be actively watching.
❛ You must not be getting an awful lot of action at Dalton. ❜
Why was Kurt so damn determined to make his life hell? What had he done to get his attention in the first place? Obviously, Kurt had his friends who were just as high maintenance and opinionated as he was. You’d think that the Cheerio would be too busy with the drama in his own circle to even care about him long enough to start this..whatever this was. Clearly, that was not the case. Blaine cocked his head to the side as Kurt struck his pose, planting himself firmly in front of him. Which happened to be between him and the rest of the Warblers, unfortunately. Yes, he could turn and take the long way there. Yes, he could shut this down by backing off and leaving Kurt without another word. Why didn’t he then…? No. He was an idiot and kept his own ground, refusing to be thought of as weak. Again.
“That’s none of your business. But. I don’t see you here with anyone either. As a matter of fact? You’re never here with anyone other than them,” his chin ticked towards the table of girls behind Kurt. “So. If my life was as boring and actionless as you think?” His nose curled and he leaned with a sardonic smile and cupped his hand near his mouth like he was keeping a secret between the two of them. “I’m pretty sure that makes two of us..” His pulse thundered in his ears and he was dizzy with the adrenaline rush of, finally, being sucked in enough to stoop to Kurt’s level. “Doesn’t it?”
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