The cafeteria was abuzz with chatter, people talking about popularity, Glee, Cheerios, their classes, the latest mean teacher, and other topics people love to talk about in high school.
Kurt was sitting alone, staring at the crowds of people chatting, laughing, and doing strange handshakes, until Blaine came and sat down next to him.
Blaine knew something was up. For starters, he was sitting alone. Why wasn't he sitting with the rest of the Glee club? Second, he had repeated an outfit. When it comes to Kurt, repeating an outfit is basically the apocalypse. Third, he was drinking 1% milk. 1% milk.
He knew he couldn't attack it head-on, Kurt would get all defensive. So the smooth-as-ever Blaine Anderson came up with another tactic.
He casually sat down in the chair next to Kurt. "I don't understand how you can drink that 1% stuff." Real smooth, Blaine. Real smooth. "It's like milk diluted with water diluted with flushable wipes."
"It's none of your business!" the countertenor was clearly exasperated. Well, that failed. "Kurt, you're beautiful, okay?" Blaine sighed, already hopeless.
Kurt giggled slightly at that. That...worked? How? "Who did you get your oh-so-smooth technique from? Napoleon Dynamite?" Suddenly, the dam busted, and laughter poured out left, right, and centre.
"Yes, this is Blaine." he breathed, between fits of uncontrollable laughter, "My oh-so-'smooth' boyfriend."
Yes, Kurt was laughing at him. But at least he was happy, for the time being. That made Blaine happy.
"Should we go sit with the rest of the Glee club?" Blaine proposed.
"Okay." the diva replied, sighing, but he had a small, sweet smile remaining on his face.
For the time being, that was enough.
Smooth, Blaine. Real smooth.