Kurt couldn't watch the scene unfold in front of him any longer; as soon as his part of Robin Thicke's song had ended (not that he had been singing the last chorus anyway) he was out the door. He didn't need to see Blaine flirt shamelessly with his ex-boyfriend over a purchase of socks – last season socks that were the same shades of red and navy as the Dalton blazer, colors Kurt was quickly becoming sick of – or force himself into listening to the council's performance critiques.
Right now, all he wanted to do is pretend he had never met Blaine Anderson.
He sat on a bench outside the Gap, fiddling with his iPhone as he waited for Mercedes' reaction to the entire scene he had typed out to her. Halfway through solving a Sudoku puzzle, he was tapped on the shoulder.
"Why aren't you inside with everyone else?" Blaine asked, cocking his head to the side as he leaned against the cold metal arm of the bench.
"I'm… I'm waiting for an important text from Mercedes," Kurt answered, gesturing towards his phone. "There's no signal in there, and – "
"And you're missing the drama of McKinley?" Blaine finished questioningly. Kurt nodded slowly. Compared to the emotional trauma he just experienced, dumpster dives and slushies would be a walk in the park.
"So," Blaine grinned, digging his fists into the pockets of his coat, "what did you think?" He stared at Kurt, eagerly awaiting his response.
Kurt broke the eye contact and stared at the sidewalk, desperately trying to think of an answer without revealing his broken heart to Blaine.
"It was alright," was all he could come up with.
Blaine's smile faltered. "Just 'alright'? Well… what could have made it better?"
If you had sung something like that to me.
"No, it was a great performance… We just have different tastes, I guess." At Blaine's questioning look, he continued, "The song choice was very… sensual." He took a deep breath, trying to push thoughts of Blaine and Gap Guy being sensual with one another. He pressed on with his half-assed excuse for being miserable.
"That's just not my type of music. If someone was going to seduce me through music, I'd be more in favor of a sweet, romantic number. I prefer silly love songs to down-and-dirty innuendos.
"But don't let my opinions get you down. I'm sure he'll be back in your arms in no time."
Kurt gave Blaine a painfully fake smile before returning his gaze to his phone, where Mercedes had finally responded.
"My diva wants me to call her," he said, getting to his feet and nodding to Blaine before walking to the corner to surprise Mercedes with a call.
Blaine stayed still next to the bench as he watched Kurt walk away. After a minute lost in his own mind, he shook his head and walked back into the store, wondering why he didn't feel better about his most recent performance.