"Draco could you maybe not be a complete ass for about, oh I don't know two minutes?" A dark haired boy grunted at his blonde companion.
Kurt tried not to gawk at the two boys his age almost having a wrestling match in the line at the Lima Bean.
"No Potter I can't it's genetic now give me the bloody-" he broke off with a grunt of pain as a sharp elbow caught him in the stomach.
"I'll have a plain coffee with cream, and he'll have a green tea thanks" the dark haired boy smiled casually at the barista as if he wasn't squabbling like a toddler just moments before.
"That hurt you bag of bones" the blonde complained straightening and putting on a charming smile for her sake.
"Then stop trying to steal my car keys"
"You drive like a doddery old grandparent" the blonde complained
"Excuse me, you drive like an insane maniac after they just robbed a bank, at least with me we actually get there safe"
"We'll get there late is what we'll do, what with the speed you go"
"Here's your tea, drink it like a good boy and maybe I'll let you play with the radio later" the raven smiled at him patronisingly.
"If I wasn't being paid a whole lot of money to behave myself right now you'd be in so much trouble" the blonde groused.
"Good thing Dad decided to blackmail you then hmm" the dark one laughed easily as they finally left the line and walked from the shop.
Kurt blinked to find himself staring blankly at the barista and with a smile shook himself out of the daze he'd been in. It wasn't every day in Lima of all places you heard foreign accents, or got to see fresh of the catwalk high end fashion on a boy so casually. Kurt had to admit he was a tiny bit jealous of the opportunities you got when you were so near Paris and London with enough cash to splurge.