Don't fight, don't lose your head, 'cause every night, who's in your bed?
Kurt and Blaine walked hand-in-hand down the street. It was a sunny Saturday in New York and the boys couldn't help but enjoy the weather. Fingers laced, they turned into a café for a quick bite to eat. "What do you want? I'm buying," Blaine asked.
"Um, I'll take a medium drip and a plain scone," Kurt replied.
Blaine stepped up to the counter and told his order to the barista. Once he got the cups and the bag of treats, he reached for his wallet.
"Don't worry about it. It's on me," the barista said. He winked at Blaine before tending to the next customer in line.
Blaine walked, puzzled and a little flushed, back over to his fiancée. "What was that about?" Kurt asked.
"Nothing. The barista just had a little crush on me," Blaine said.
Kurt giggled. "Oh really?" he asked.
Blaine looked up at him. "What's wrong with that?" he asked.
"Nothing! I just, you know, hope he knows you're off the market," Kurt said. He snuck a peek at the engagement ring donning Blaine's finger.
"Kurt Hummel, I do believe you're jealous!" Blaine said, laughing.
"Well, you're so cute, how can I not be? Someone could just snatch you up!" Kurt said.
Blaine smiled. "Well, I promise, no one, not even someone who makes flawless coffee, could take me from you," Blaine said. They sat down at a table outside the café and ate their snacks, away from the window – per Kurt's request.