AN: This is simply rated T out of my own paranoia; I'm not sure if it's the appropriate rating yet. It will NOT go above T however so I'll more than likely just leave it as this.

Boring Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, I would probably have better things to do than write fanfiction on it, don't you think. I would currently be working on SEASON 6 *cough cough*.

This is my first Glee fic ever so if it seems like I am a little awkward with the characters. . . it's because I am.

I may also upload this onto AO3 if I feel like it. My AO3 account has the same name as this one.

SPOILERS FOR. . . I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT SEASON. LET'S JUST SAY THIS: IF YOU AREN'T TOTALLY CAUGHT UP, THINGS MAY BE SPOILED FOR YOU.

Coffee Confrontation

"Things aren't letting up, are they?" Kurt asked Blaine who was going out of his way to avoid eye contact by spending much more time with his head in his locker than necessary.

"Blaine," Kurt called out to him.

"No," Blaine snapped, shutting his locker.

"Don't let it get to you," Kurt whispered softly.

"I guess above everything else, I just want to know why," Blaine said, looking into his boyfriend's eyes. "Why is he like this? Why won't he just leave me alone?"

"We could ask him," Kurt suggested.

"Be serious."

"I am." Kurt wrapped his arm around his frustrated boyfriend. "You and I both want to know, yet we've never asked."

"I'm scared of the perverted answer he'll give me."

Kurt scoffed. "I was thinking of heading over to the Lima Bean anyway. I could kill for a serious low-fat latte."

"Think he'll be there?" Blaine asked. Kurt just looked at his boyfriend, eyebrows raised. They both laughed. "Yeah, you're right," Blaine said, taking his boyfriend's hand. "Stupid question."

3's A C~GLEE~ 3's A C

The very familiar aroma of coffee hit Kurt making him take a deep breath of pleasure.

"It always smells so good in here," Blaine too sighed deeply. He took Kurt's hand and led him over to their usual table. Once seated, Blaine looked over at the counter, then back at Kurt who was digging through his bag for his wallet.

"He's here," Blaine whispered.

Kurt looked past Blaine at the counter. "We talked about this; he lives here, remember?"

"Stop looking for your wallet, it's on me," Blaine ordered, watching at Kurt dug into his bag.

Kurt shook his head, finally pulling out his wallet. "You paid last time."

Blaine sighed in defeat. "Wait until Sebastian sits down before going up, that way we can talk to him privately."

Kurt nodded silently, watching Sebastian at the counter. He furrowed his brow. "He ordered tea."

"So?"

Kurt looked at Blaine. "He's never ordered anything here besides a low-fat, low-foam latte."

Blaine groaned. "Great now we stalk him."

"Who orders tea in a coffee shop anyway besides old, English grandmothers."

"You like tea," Blaine pointed out.

"Not at a coffee shop. Blaine, it's called the Lima Bean, Not the Lima. . . leaf."

"I've ordered tea here before," Blaine said, jokingly being offended.

"He's sitting down," Kurt whispered, watching Sebastian slowly walk to his seat. "I'll go get our coffee and then we'll talk with him." He stood up and winked at his boyfriend. "Or would you prefer tea?"

"I was sick!" Blaine called after Kurt as he began to head over to the counter. He instantly recognized Holly's bright smile from behind the counter. She took one look at him and began preparing his and Blaine's coffees, no questions asked, no questions needed. We really do come here too often, Kurt thought at he watched Holly.

"At least you're still predictable," Holly said when the coffee was made. She shot a playful glare over at Sebastian as Kurt gave her the money and she handed him the two coffees. Kurt took them with a thanks and looked over at Sebastian who wasn't sitting at his usual table, but instead in the back of the shop in a corner, hunched over a book, head in his hands.

He smiled at Holly and gave a polite nod and headed back to Blaine.

"He's suddenly sitting over there," Blaine informed Kurt before he even had a chance to sit down.

"I know," Kurt replied, lowering himself into the chair. "I was wondering about that, too."

"I worry about us," Blaine scoffed.

"We've never been able to predict anything about Sebastian Smythe except his weird coffee habits." Kurt looked over at Blaine. "We didn't just come here for the lattes."

Blaine nodded. "I want to talk to him, but I don't know how to do it without having him hit on me and insult you. I hate seeing him be so rude to you."

Kurt shrugged. "I'm used to it." He took another sip of his coffee and and set down his cup. "Ready?"

Blaine sighed. "I am." The two stood up, Blaine instantly taking Kurt's hand. "I belong to you, and only you," he whispered.

"Always," Kurt replied.

The two walked to the back of the shop, hand-in-hand, heads up. They got to the table and Kurt curiously at the Dalton student. Sebastian's arms were folded over the table and his head lay on top of them. Kurt brushed it off. He probably looked no better studying. After all, that's probably everyone's reaction to studying.

"Sebastian," Blaine greeted firmly, but the Dalton boy didn't move. It was then Kurt noticed the deep rising and falling movements his body was making.

"Is he. . . asleep?" Kurt asked his boyfriend.

"Sebastian?" Blaine lowered his voice and put his hand on Sebastian's back. "He's hot!"

Kurt raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

"Warm," Blaine corrected. "Like temperature-wise." He turned his attention back to the apparently sleeping teenager. He kept his hand on his shoulder, but this time shook lightly. "Sebastian?"

Sebastian stirred and let out an uncharacteristic, muffled groan. He raised his head slightly and rubbed his eyes. "What?"he rasped out.

"Oh my god!" Kurt exclaimed. Sebastian looked like he was on death's doorway, his face pale, hair all over the place, strands sticking to his forehead due to sweat. His cheeks were slightly pink due to the hate Blaine said that was radiating off of him.

"Whoa," Blaine followed Kurt's surprise, only a bit softer and much more polite.

"Shut up," Sebastian whispered, putting his head back down on the table.

"Look, we needed to talk to you," Blaine explained quickly. "But I think it should wait until. . . you're feeling better."

"I'm fine," Sebastian wheezed. Kurt could barely hear him due to his face being buried in his arms, and because of how raspy his voice was.

"You even come here when you're sick?" Kurt asked him. "Like seriously, do you not have anywhere else to go?"

"No," Sebastian replied softly.

"I-" Kurt stopped when what Sebastian said finally processed. "Wait, what?"

"Are you serious?" Blaine asked him, sounding doubtful.

Sebastian raised his head and looked at the two of them. "Yes. Now go away."

Under normal circumstances, Kurt would have been more than happy to obey that wish. However, he found himself unable to just walk away after hearing Sebastian confession. He looked over to his boyfriend who clearly felt the same way.

"Why are you still here?" Sebastian asked them. He tried to sound stronger than he really was which resulted to a harsh and painful-sounding coughing fit.

"Sebastian, do you want a ride home?" Blaine asked uncomfortably as Sebastian's coughing subsided and he began to sip at his tea. Blaine wasn't fond of Sebastian- that much was obvious- but he also wasn't the type to skip out on an offer to help someone. Even if that someone was Sebastian Smythe.

"No," Sebastian said.

"But-"

"No."

Kurt sighed. "Look Sebastian, don't be stupid. You can't drive like this, you can barely keep your eyes open. Just let us take you home."

"I can't go home," Sebastian explained, apparently finding a sudden interest in his tea cup.

"Dalton then," Blaine suggested, not apparently not wanting to ask questions although Kurt could tell he, too was curious as to why Sebastian was so against the idea of going home.

"Not many people will be there seeing it's Saturday," Kurt pointed out.

Sebastian didn't say anything but still avoided eye contact, still infatuated on the cup.

"Sebastian-" Blaine began.

"Fine," Sebastian grumbled out, giving in. Kurt figured it was because he was too tired to argue against two people who weren't going to just give up.

Blaine smiled. "Do you need help-"

"No," Sebastian cut him off, slowly rising from his chair. Kurt quickly hurried over to the table where he and Blaine had been sitting and grabbed his bag (thank god his wallet was in his pocket at he had forgotten about his bag), and grabbing the two coffees. He headed back over to where Sebastian leaning against the table.

"Do you want your drink?" Kurt asked.

"No," Sebastian answered.

Kurt grabbed it to throw it away and realized how full it was. He doubted Sebastian even drank from it all excluding after his coughing fit. Even then it was just small sips.

He threw it in the bin next to them and looked at Sebastian who was slowly heading out the door.

"He's not okay," Blaine whispered to Kurt.

"I know I actually. . . kind of feel bad for him. Kind of."

Blaine smiled and took Kurt's hand as they headed out to the car. Sebastian was leaning against the back door behind the passenger's seat and Kurt apologized that he hadn't unlocked his car sooner so Sebastian wouldn't have had to stand out in the cold. He just received a shrug as Kurt finally did unlock it and the Dalton student climbed in the back.

"Wow, he really is sick if he's willing to let us help him," Blaine whispered before climbing into the passenger seat.

Kurt just nodded and got into the car, too. Once everyone was settled in (Sebastian already asleep against the window) Kurt made his familiar route to Dalton Academy.

I'm sorry if there are any mistakes towards the end here. It's pretty late right now and everything is sort of a blur, but I just really wanted to get this up tonight for some reason. Thanks for reading. I will update ASAP!