Kurt opened the door to his car and climbed into the driver's side, sighing loudly as the door slammed shut behind him.

Dave and Blaine. Blaine and Dave. How tasteless.

He pushed his key into the ignition, brow furrowing in annoyance and anger. How could Blaine leave him in New York and come back to Lima to be with Dave Karofsky, of all people?

Kurt bit his lip in thought, and began pulling out of the Scandals parking lot, driving towards his home. In Blaine's defense, he did kind of leave him hanging when he called off the engagement. Still, Kurt thought Blaine would have a bit more tact than to come running back to Ohio to date Kurt's ex-nightmare. It was.. Incomprehensible. Insane.

How was Kurt supposed to compete with Blaine's apparently newly-developed taste for 'bears'?

He flipped on the radio, deep in thought as he drove home absentmindedly.

When he pulled into his driveway, Kurt wasn't even listening to the clubby remix music that was pouring through his speakers.

That was, until he caught a few lyrics that threw him back in time, to a certain meerkat-resembling Warbler.

Turn the lights out now,

Now I'll take you by the hand,

Hand you another drink

Kurt sighed, and slammed his head onto his steering wheel, thankful that the horn didn't sound and alert the entire neighborhood of his arrival in the middle of the night.

Can you spend a little time?

Time is slippin' away.

Away from us, so stay.

Stay with me I can make,

Make you glad you came.

He wondered where Sebastian Smythe was, if he was even still in Ohio.

He should give him a call. That would show Blaine that he moved on too.

And if it just so happened that Kurt's new beau was Blaine's personal idea of a living hell, then so be it.

Kurt smiled to himself, and shut the car off before climbing out of it, slowly walking up to his front door. He turned the handle quietly, and was surprised to find a light on in the front room.

And Burt Hummel sitting at attention in the large recliner, eyeing him intently.

".. Where've ya been, Kurt?"

Kurt cleared his throat, staring at his feet as he toed off his shoes by the front door. "I was.. Out. Mingling and whatnot."

Burt raised a brow, silently asking for further details.

Sighing, Kurt looked his dad in the eye. "I went to Scandals to see if I could talk with Blaine, and I.. I found him there with David. Karofsky."

At that, both of Burt's brows shot up in surprise. "Karofsky? That same son of a bitch that caused you to transfer junior year?"

Kurt grimaced, walking to plop himself onto the couch across from his dad, pulling his feet up to recline in defeat. "The very same."

Burt leaned forward in the recliner, resting his elbows on his knees. "What in the hell is he doing with Blaine?"

Kurt covered his face with both hands, groaning as he dragged his palms over his tired features. "They're.. Together, dad. Dating."

"Well, damn. That kid moves on quick, especially considering how you guys were before it ended."

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut out of sheer embarrassment, and slight sadness. "Please, don't remind me, Dad."

Burt stood from the recliner, raising both hands in defense as he walked towards the stairs that led to his and Carole's bedroom. "I'm not tryin' to attack you, kid. You know that. I'm just concerned, is all."

Kurt sat up on the couch, stretching his arms above his head as he let out a slight yawn. "Yeah, I know. Thank you."

Burt smiled from his place near the foot of the stairs, hand on the railing. "Listen, kiddo. I know you've grown up a lot and all but.. If you need me to kick someone's ass because they hurt you, I am still more than willing to and more than capable of doing so."

Kurt laughed, standing and cross the room to hug his father before he continued up the stairs. "I know, dad, but I promise it isn't necessary. Go get some rest."

He heard Burt mumble something about 'you should get some too' before bidding Kurt goodnight and walking upstairs. Kurt proceeded to his own room, shutting the door quietly and leaning against it in exhaustion once he was finally alone. He licked his lips, then sighed once more before standing and walking towards his dresser to get ready for bed. As he pulled his shirt over his head and reached for his pajama top, he glanced a photo of him and Blaine in their Warbler uniforms, resting against his vanity mirror. His mind once again thought of a certain brunette Warbler with a sly smirk and smoldering dark eyes.

He pouted his lips in thought, tugging his shirt over his head before grabbing his phone and quickly finding a contact he thought he would never use in his life.

Hey Sebastian, it's Kurt. Are you in Ohio? Let's get some coffee together. - K

He took a deep breath, and hit send before he could second-guess himself. He immediately tossed his phone on his bed, continuing with his bedtime routine.

When he crawled into bed 10 minutes later with a freshly washed and moisturized face, he noticed he had a new notification.

For you, I'm always available. Lima Bean at 11? - S

Kurt smiled, biting his lip in thought before sending a reply.

Perfect. See you then. - K

Kurt smirked to himself, tossing his phone onto his bedside table before falling asleep.