Blaine Anderson was running late. He had told his boyfriend Kurt Hummel that he would meet him at the Lima Bean at 1:00. It was now 1:05 and he was still at his house, sprawled out on his couch in his underwear watching re-runs of CSI Miami. He rose quickly, pausing for a second to steady himself on the arm as a wave of dizziness washed over him. He glanced at his reflection in the large mirror on the other side of the room. Blaine had always despised the circular metal-rimmed looking glass; it seemed overly gaudy and haughty, sitting there over the ornate antique table his parents had purchased in some online auction. But his mother had seen it shopping one day and thought it would look "just phenomenal" over her new table, so that was that.
"Damn it, I need a good shave" he though irritably to himself, but he was already running late, so Kurt would have to make do without the polished schoolboy look he normally bore. Quickly pulling on a pair of nantucket red jeans, a tight fitting shirt, and a black and white cardigan, Blaine grabbed his car keys and wallet from the counter and walked out the door.
Arriving at the Lima Bean around 1:15, he saw Kurt sitting at their usual table, however, someone else was already sitting with him, his back was turned to Blaine. As Blaine watched, Kurt smiled sweetly at the mystery man and gently placing his small delicate hand on top of the stranger's large, powerful one. The curly haired youth felt a tugging sensation in his gut and hurriedly made his way over to where Kurt sat.
"Kurt?" he asked, his face contorted into an expression of anger, confusion, and hurt.
"Blaine?" Kurt jumped in surprise, quickly pulling his hand away from the other adolescent's "You weren't supposed to be here until…" he trailed off, checking the watch on his wrist. "Oh my god, I totally lost track of time!"
The other teenager turned around, his face finally visible to Blaine.
He gasped in surprise, "Karkofsky? You're holding hands with Karkofsky?"
"Um…hi…." he muttered back awkwardly. "I better be going." He quickly stood up, leaving the coffee shop.
"It's not what you think Blaine…"
"Not what I think?" he interrupted, furious "All I know is I come in here and you're clasping hands with that overgrown monkey on steroids! Haven't you forgotten what he's done to you? And if not even that would stop you, what about us Kurt? What about the fact that you have a boyfriend named Blaine Anderson who loves you very much, to who you mean the world to?" His voice cracked, snagging on the prongs of his emotions.
"I thought I meant something to you too, but apparently not." he stormed out of the coffee shop and into the pouring rain, the tears and rain running down his face.
"Blaine, wait!" Kurt yelled running after him "You do mean something to me! I love you Blaine, goddamit!"
"Apparently not," Blaine turned to face Kurt "It's over Kurt. OK? Over." And with one final pained look, he stalked off, until Kurt was nothing but a blurry speck in the distance.