A/N This is my first Glee fanfic, it's Klaine/Seblaine/Kurtofsky. Just a few things:

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, Kurt, Sebastian, Blaine or Sebastian or in general anyone who's from the program.

There will be songs in other chapters!

Because I am writing this during the Hiatus, it will not take the complete same route as when Glee comes back, if at all.

****WARNING SERIES THREE SPOILERS (up to episode 14)****

I Love you if you are reading this. That is all.

The Coffee Shop

Blaine checked his wing mirror as he pulled off the main road and down a little cobbled street, which made his Vespa scooter bump up and down uncomfortably. He had no idea why he was there. A part of him tried to convince himself the visit was purely friendly and on request, whilst another darker part claimed he was angry at Kurt, trying to get back at him for the hurt he'd caused. But Blaine knew somewhere deep inside that neither of those reasons added up, he was neither foolish nor vindictive.

He ignored the little voice in his head that was whispering venomous words, in a very familiar tone, and chained his scooter up.

It was minute before Blaine could push open the door, feeling that it might not just open the way into the Coffee shop but also the door behind which he'd carefully shut away the irksome voice. He opened it regardless, collecting himself before entering with an attempt at complete nonchalance.

It took two steps for Blaine to abandon all hopes of looking calm and collected, he had stepped into the cosy little café and gotten his foot caught in the handle of a nearby woman's bag and fallen flat on his face.

The voice in his head went crazy.

It screaming in horror at his splendid display of equilibrium. "Blaine, oh my god, Blaine are you okay?" it shouted and he looked up in confusion, his vision blurred from the fall. "That looked painful, your nose is bleeding and everything!" it was then that he realised that this was no longer the voice in his head talking.

Blaine reached his hand up to his nose and sure enough felt the hot trickle of blood stemming thickly yet quickly from his nose and groaned. If this ruined his bow tie he was going to kill someone.

Blaine followed blindly as someone's warm hand pulled him along, his nose was still bleeding heavily, but just as he thought about it again someone shoved a wad of paper napkins into the hand he was using to stem the blood flow.

"Thanks," he muttered, his voice slightly distorted, due to the blockage in his nose. The owner of the warm hand chuckled, smiling in spite of the situation.

Blaine was pushed down onto what felt like a sofa, the voice assured him that it'd be back in a second and warmth of the hand around his disappeared.

He frowned as he looked around at the completely out of focus room and decided that he must of lost his contacts in the fall, this calmed him a little and his thoughts wandered back to Kurt.

Bad move.

The hurt in his chest intensified when he thought of his boyfriend. Boyfriend. The word sounded odd to him now, it had lost the special meaning that it'd once had. The exclusivity. The privacy. The certainty. And that was all Kurt's fault. Him and his stupid... Blaine stopped his thoughts there, it was no use making himself miserable. He had shared plenty of good moments with Kurt, why focus on one of the few bad ones? There was the laughing, the hugging, the midnight calls, the movie marathons that neither of them paid too much attention to, the kissing.

Blaine's face froze as his own lips on Kurt's turned into the larger, paler lips of a different boy. A boy who had once terrified Kurt into a different school and threatened him with death. A boy against who he, Blaine, had tried to protect the, then delicate, being that was his boyfriend from.

His hands clenched in anger as a door shut somewhere in his vicinity, he jerked a little, shocked, but grateful for the interruption of his train of thought. It wasn't going anywhere promising.

The voice drifted nearer, "I got you some ice cubes for your nose," it said, as a warm hand pulled back his own hand and the paper napkins that had been reduced to a near bloody pulp. The hand pressed against his nose, ice clasped in its fist, and Blaine sighed in relief, as the throbbing soothed a little.

It felt good to have someone care for him for once. It always seemed that it was him doing the caring, sacrificing his needs for others. Not that he thought it was a bad thing to help people, this was just different. Nice.

Blaine looked towards the voice, his eyes out of focus and the hand on his nose jolted a little, as if remembering something. There was a tinkle of soft laughter, that made Blaine smile, as another hand found his and lay his palm out flat before dropping onto it two little lenses.

"Can't forget those!" said the voice, a grin evident from the tone, as it watched Blaine slip the contacts in, and let him take over hold of the ice pack. "I found them by the door they must have fallen out when you fell."

Blaine looked up into the blue eyes of the boy standing in front of him and smiled. A hand extended from the boy in which was a coffee cup.

"Coffee?" said the boy, a smile twitching on his pink lips.

Blaine stood up, still holding the ice on his nose and took the coffee. He smiled as he followed Sebastian back into the seating area of the little coffee shop, closing the door behind them.

A/N Thank you for reading, next chapter will be up soon, reviews are always greatly appreciated!