I know you guys probably don't want to see my apology ramble about how late this is- but my laptop crashed! How unfair is that?
For the next chapters, I'll be saving them online so things like this don't stop me from writing, and hopefully next chapters will be up much faster!:3
As an apology, this chapter is over two thousand words more than the first one! Wheeeee!
As always, the French has an asterisk next to it and the translation can be found at the bottom of the page. Enjoy!
The entrance is guarded by a beefy man wearing a jacket that had seen its best moments some fifteen years ago. He raises his eyebrows at their young looks and they all hastily hand him their fake IDs, and Kurt's says he's from Hawaii and Blaine's says he's forty and Kurt is sure they're going to be turned around and told to leave and come back some fifty years later when they're ready to lose their dignity, but then he moves aside and the music is suddenly infinitely louder. Men of all ages are dancing, some just turning around in slow circles, too wasted to really attempt any choreography. The bar is mostly empty so Kurt and Blaine follow Sebastian to where he sits down, hovering around awkwardly until he tells them to take a seat with a laugh.
"Kurt, you're the designated driver, right? So, two beers and a Shirley Temple. Extra cherry, Kurt?" Kurt thanks god the lighting here is terrible because he blushes to the roots of his hair and is about to tell Sebastian just exactly where he can put those extra cherries when he feels Blaine's hand on his thigh, going back and forth soothingly.
"Sure." Kurt says. At some point once they get their drinks and Blaine can't resist the dance floor any longer, Kurt finds himself sitting along at the bar drinking a Shirley Temple while his boyfriend dances with another guy and he doesn't even know what he's doing.
"Hey." Kurt whips around to see Dave Karofsky sitting there, of all people. He's wearing a baseball cap and a jean jacket, but he looks different somehow, more open and less threatening.
"So how's life at your new school?" Kurt asks mostly out of common courtesy, because it looks like Dave is just going to sit there awkwardly until Kurt says something.
"Fine. You know I just want to have a normal senior year, play football without my teammates hearing rumors about me." Kurt nods because he understands, in a way, what it's like.
"Just to let you know I would have never told anyone. It's not who I am." Kurt says, as if he hasn't said it a million times and shown it too, when he simply stood quiet at the millions of opportunities he had.
He tilts his head slightly, catching Blaine and Sebastian dancing together yet again, and turning his head back with a grimace on his face, trying to distract himself.
"So you come here all the time?" His tone lacks the friendliness and pithy it was filled with a few seconds ago, still bitter with jealousy he still isn't very keen to admit.
"People like me here, I feel accepted." Another chuckle. "I'm what they call a bear cub." Dave seems to feel at ease in the conversation.
"Because you look like Yogi?" It's blunt but that's Kurt's sense of humor, even though he's being kind of serious right now. There is a certain type of adorableness to Dave's burliness, Kurt thinks.
"I don't know, because I'm burly or somethin'?" Kurt wonders if his smile is a little strained because the temperature in the room drops a few degrees.
"What, is this the point where you judge me?" Dave asks.
Kurt gives a little bewildered shake of his head.
"No. As long as you're not beating people up, I'm all for being whoever you have to be at your own speed." Kurt smiles at him, going for the reassuring look, and Dave takes a second to really digest the words.
Kurt can't help it again when he turns back to see Blaine and Sebastian dancing around, and this time Dave turns with him.
"Right now I'm just trying to get through high school." Kurt opens his mouth, closes it, and then simply nods because god life is so unfair for them.
"Here's to baby steps." Dave raises his beer and Kurt mutters "baby steps" before clinking his Shirley Temple with Dave's drink. As he takes a sip, he looks at them one last time and catches Blaine's eyes on him, with a come-hither look that should be illegal in about fifty different states and Kurt gives Dave a good bye smile who nods his understanding and Kurt practically struts to where Sebastian is getting much too close to Blaine, and squeezes himself between them, doing the shimmy that is apparently an 'over-used' move but he couldn't give less of a fuck right now as he forces Sebastian out of the way. Sebastian must be more sober than Blaine(who Kurt thinks hasn't even noticed the difference between his dance partners) and Sebastian moves and for a second Kurt thinks he might leave but then he's simply going to Blaine's other side. How clever.
Kurt, acting completely indifferent, picks up Blaine and twirls him around to the opposite side, continuing the dancing as if that twirl had no other motives such as getting that creep away from Blaine. But he can't help his head snapping back and giving Sebastian his best bitch glare before turning around to Blaine and simultaneously turning bright and chipper again.
Kurt definitely felt better as they exited soon after, an incredibly drunk Blaine in tow. He rubs Blaine's back while he rambles on, everything about nothing, and things seem to be going relatively fine as Kurt seriously contemplates taking Blaine in his car and just leaving Sebastian here. That is, until he opens the back seat of the car and Blaine is suddenly a heavy weight over him.
"Hey, hey kiss me." It would be funny if Kurt didn't find it hot, but Blaine's breath and how overall uncomfortable Kurt is with the area keeps him from really feeling anything.
"Oh no." He mutters, smiling.
"You're riding in the back, come on," and Blaine is uttering his consent (maybe a sober part of him had reached through).
"Lie down, less likely you'll throw up that wa-woah woah woah-uh-wait!" Blaine suddenly pulls him down on top of him, and his breath stinks of beer as Blaine desperately tries to kiss any part of Kurt he can reach, trying to pull Kurt's face down to his but his eye-hand coordination is miserable.
"Blaine-alright, hold my hand-" Kurt tries, mostly to establish some sort of sense in the stifled atmosphere.
"I want you. I want you so bad." Kurt nearly dies because he does too, but it's not the right time or place and why doesn't Blaine get that.
"No Blaine, no. Stop it!"
"I know you want to do it in a field of lilacs with Sting playing in the background and all that, but who cares where we are-"
"I-"
"It's all about us, right?"
"Right! It's about us, which is why I don't want to do it on a night you spent half of dancing with another guy! And that you're sober enough to remember it the next day!" The pent-up anger he's been nursing ever since Sebastian came rushes out in those two sentences. But suddenly, Blaine is just as angry.
"Why are you yelling at me?" He seems completely sober suddenly, and he has no reason to be angry. Kurt has done nothing wrong while Blaine is making all the mistakes, so why is he angry? He has no right.
"Because I've never felt less like being intimate with someone and either you can't tell or you just don't care!" The words are harsh but true, and Kurt's breathing is labored and he's using wild hand gestures to emphasize his distress.
Blaine looks at him for a second before sighing and walking out of the car, and Kurt is so tired of this.
"Where are you going?" He shouts to Blaine's back.
Blaine turns around, movements a little shaky.
"I'm sorry if I'm trying to be spontaneous and fun!" His hands go up in the air in the universal sign of giving up, and they just stand there for a couple of seconds, unsure of what to do.
"I think I'm just going to walk home." Blaine says finally.
"Blaine!" Kurt shouts, because he's sorry, he shouldn't have been harsh on a drunk Blaine, hasn't he had enough experience from last year?
Blaine doesn't answer, simply continues walking out of the parking lot. Kurt's lower lip trembles and he lets out another frustrated breath, unsure of what to do with himself. He turns around, shutting the back door, and gets in the driver's seat and hopes to God he was paying enough attention to the roads on their way here. Fuck Sebastian, he can walk with Blaine. Of course.
Sebastian is sitting on an empty bar stool, frustrated, when his phone rings and he picks it up mechanically.
"Bon soir." Sugar says, obviously in a good mood.
"Que?" Sebastian answers, because he's certainly not in a good mood.
Sebastian hears a door closing on the other end and Sugar must be alone in a room because her reply is in English.
"What did I do?"
"Rien. Je suis juste...ennuyé." Sebastian explains, still having to talk French in the crowded space. He runs a hand through his hair.
"Poor thing. What went wrong?"
"Pas maintenant, Sugar. Je vais te parler demain."* He shuts the phone and puts it on silent, ignoring the vibrations.
"What's bothering you?" Sebastian hears from the side, and he turns to see a man in a baseball cap smiling at him amiably. Crap. It wasn't often somebody knew French well enough in America to understand Sebastian and Sugar's conversations, and even less who actually gave a damn.
The man laughs at Sebastian's shocked expression.
"I've listened to Kurt Hummel insult me enough times to know the basics." Sebastian almost fell off his chair. If this guy knew Kurt, then he knew Blaine. Those two were like salt and pepper shakers, which Sebastian intended to fix.
"You know Kurt?" He asks, trying to keep his voice neutral.
"Mhmm. And if I were you, I'd give up. Blaine and Kurt are inseparable. Trust me, I'd know." Now he definitely has piqued Sebastian's interest.
"Oh really? How so?"
"Blaine has been there for Kurt right from the start, and I don't think he ever intends to not be there. Ditto the other way around. And if you and I try to tell ourselves any differently, we'd be lying."
This man liked Kurt. Sebastian could personally never see the appeal of the China doll-like boy, but he could be a powerful ally.
"Sebastian Smythe."
"Dave Karofsky."
"So, Dave, what if I told you I could help you win Kurt?" Dave raises his eyebrows but Sebastian can see the secret longing in his eyes, the heart break.
"Nice of you, Sebastian, but you don't know what I've done to Kurt. I'm lucky he stills stands five feet near me, let alone actually treating me as a friend. I don't want to risk that."
"But you wouldn't have to! Look, I'll do all the work. I just need you to be there for Kurt when things get...a little shaky with Blaine. Can I count on you?"
There's a long pause where Dave looks at Sebastian with a troubled expression, battling with his morals, until he finally sighs and stretches out his hand.
"Deal."
Blaine is miserable, the following day. He knows he treated Kurt wrong but he doesn't even have the courage to call Kurt and apologize and even go over to his house, and for another thing Sebastian came to the house at about six AM the following morning with a taxi, who Blaine had completely forgotten about during last night's crazy shenanigans. He apologizes to him profusely, and no matter how many times Sebastian says it was fine Blaine still feels guilty, which is mostly why he spends the rest of the day in the house with Sebastian, lollygagging and playing video games. He tries to push away the guilt he feels every time he sees the picture of Kurt and himself at prom on his desk, or on his desktop background when Sebastian wants to show him a hilarious Youtube video, or when they have to order take-out again for lunch the look of disgust Kurt would have on his face when Blaine orders thick crust ("All those empty calories, Blaine!").
It's Saturday night when Sebastian suggests stopping by the Lima Bean for some coffee, and Blaine shrugs along to the idea. It's only when they're driving there that Blaine realizes there is a very real risk of running into Kurt there, but he can't possibly tell Sebastian that he'd had a fight with Kurt over him, and he really couldn't think of another reason why they shouldn't go to the coffee shop.
To Blaine's relief, Kurt isn't there, but a second later he fills with dread as he notices a certain short, Jewish girl fighting her way through the hustle and bustle of a Saturday afternoon to Blaine. She takes a deep breath when she stops in front of him, and Blaine just knows that she has a speech prepared and this could turn out ugly.
"Hey Sebastian, why don't you order us coffee?"
"Oh, sure. What's yours?" Sebastian is eyeing the minute Rachel with some apprehension and she looks positively livid at the sight of him.
Blaine hasn't been asked that question in a long time, and it takes him a couple of seconds to realize he should answer.
"Oh-um, medium drip." Sebastian smiles and leaves with a pat on Blaine's shoulder, and Rachel smiles at Blaine with her head tilted, a kind of insane smile that means Blaine is in a lot of trouble, which is annoying, because between Santana and Finn and the occasional Puck, Rachel and Kurt are the only people who actually like him at McKinley, and now they're both mad at him.
"Now Blaine, I understand as a gay teenager you probably have urges, and that's completely normal, but you have to understand Kurt has been through some hard times-"
"Yes Rachel, I was there. Where were you when he got sexually harassed?"
The anger comes out of nowhere and Rachel looks taken aback and stutters a bit.
"I-I also had things to deal with but Kurt knows I have his best interest at heart, and what you've done to him was rude, uncivilized, completely uncalled for, as Kurt was nothing but an amazing boyfriend and you threw that all back in his fa-"
"Yes Rachel, I know! I don't need you to tell me! I've had quite enough, thank you!" With that, Blaine quickly stops himself from throwing his hands into the air -not a good habit- and leaves to find Sebastian who is still in the line and eyeing the pre-Christmas decorations.
"Hey, who was that?"
"Oh, um, just a friend of mine."
Sebastian gives Blaine a skeptical look and honestly Blaine can't blame him. They didn't look all that friendly together just now.
"We just…had a fight, but it's fine. I'll deal with it later."
"Listen, Blaine, if I can help-"
"No no, it's fine. I can deal with it."
Silence.
"A medium drip and an American coffee with a shot of kavousi, please."
"Take out or here?"
Sebastian turns to Blaine and Blaine makes a quick decision.
"Here."
Once they've taken their seat, Blaine's hands keep fidgeting. He can't seem to sit still, fiddling with the end of a napkin or tapering on the cups.
"Blaine. Blaine."
"Hmm?" Blaine looks up, distracted, and Sebastian sighs. Blaine curses himself inwardly.
"There's something wrong with you, and you haven't been telling me all day."
"What? That's crazy."
"Don't give me that, Blaine. I can try and help."
"I don't think this is something you can help with, and I don't want to get you involved."
"Is this about you being uncomfortable with me staying, I can always leave-"
"No! There's nothing wrong with you. Nothing." Blaine realizes the phrasing might have been wrong and blushes slightly.
"Alright then." Sebastian tries to hide his smug look.
"Hey, have you ever heard of a one Dave Karofsky?"
Blaine's whole body tenses.
"What about him?"
"Oh nothing, I just saw him chatting with Kurt at the bar last night."
"He was what?"
"Oh, just chatting. They seem friendly enough, I was just wondering if he was an ex-Warbler or something."
Sebastian knows full well this isn't the case, but it can't hurt to leech every bit of information possible.
"Not at all. Karofsky was-is this…insane closet case, and he just made life crap for Kurt."
A moment of silence.
"He was the reason Kurt came to Dalton originally, it's how I met him."
"Mhmm." The note is neutral and quiet, assessing, and then Sebastian speaks again.
"Why did Kurt leave again, then?"
"He missed his friends…and Karofsky promised to not hurt him. Protect him, even." Blaine ends with a scoff.
"I don't trust him around Kurt, though." Sebastian takes in all this and tries to map out things in his head, but the way he'd originally planned to use Karofsky as a pawn was now changed. Dave had just gotten upgraded to a bishop, if not more.
The subject of Kurt and Karofsky never comes up again the entire night.
Kurt is sitting in his pajamas, satin pants and loose blue tank top, and there's pizza on the floor and Rachel, Mercedes, Brittany, Santana, Quinn and Tina are all crowding around the room, Santana and Brittany taking up the entire couch, browsing through channels, Tina and Mercedes doing manicures, Quinn braiding Rachel's hair.
"Honey, he just seemed kind of angry." Rachel says sympathetically, trying not to turn away from the mirror as Quinn works on the French braid.
"Yeah, like maybe he was on his period or something. Gay guys get those, right?" Brittany has turned away from the TV to listen to the conversation, and everybody silently ignores the comment.
"I just don't get why he would do this. I did nothing wrong here and he's avoiding me."
"Then stop being such a blushing virgin. Have sex with him, and everything will be fixed."
Rachel shoots Santana a death glare from the corner of her eye as Quinn impatiently tilts Rachel's head straight again, and Kurt sighs.
"I-I thought he understood I wanted to wait until the right time." Kurt fiddles with the soft white sheets.
"Look hon, don't wait for him to come to you. Go confront him. You're a strong, independent wo-errr, this speech works better with straight couples. Ah well. You get the point. Go get 'em, tiger!" Mercedes says, not taking her eyes off Tina's fingers, which she is currently painting an electric blue.
"Yeah, I will!" Kurt is about to get up before he realizes he's in pajamas, and it's nearing two AM.
"Tomorrow." He says after an awkward pause, and he spends the night with the girls trying and mostly succeeding at taking his mind off the touchy subject.
Meanwhile, not so far away, there's another sleepover going on in the Anderson household.
"What do you like in Call of Duty?" Blaine asks, trying and failing to hide his tone of disgust.
The only reason Blaine has this game is because Puck jail broke his Xbox for him and loaded a ton of games, ranging from My Little Pony to the game Sebastian is so deeply immersed in at the moment, his tongue poking out slightly in concentration.
"Not..now..damn!" Sebastian shouts, throwing the controller down. Blaine shakes his head in exaggerated exasperation.
"I dunno. It lets you get your frustrations out, I guess." Sebastian shrugs his broad shoulders.
Blaine makes a noncommittal noise and picks up the second controller which he never really had another use for before.
The night is spent trying to teach Blaine the finer points of first-person shooter games, and Blaine swears at the top of his voice simply for the thrill of it, he's never been much of a swearer.
The following morning, or rather, around afternoon, Blaine rubs his eyes and groans, raising his head slightly. The room is a mess, and his blanket is on the floor, suspiciously close to Sebastian, who is still unconscious, his arms and legs stretched, taking up as much room as possible. Blaine snorts a bit and pushes himself up, trying not to wake up Sebastian. There's a knocking at the door, and Blaine realizes he hadn't woken up on his own, the knocking had been going on for a while.
Hurrying downstairs, Blaine makes his way through the war zone that his house has turned into lately. Random junk on the floor, clothes strewn aside, and makes his way down taking the stairs three at a time, rushing to open the door, then freezing.
Kurt.
He's there. Dressed impeccably as always, hair styled up and to the side, wearing a navy sweater that reaches mid-thigh with a white dress shirt underneath, tight jeans and black ankle boots. Blaine, on the other hand, is in ratty pajama bottoms and a white undershirt two sizes too big for him, and he doesn't need a mirror to know his curls are running rampant.
Kurt raises an eyebrow, eyes cool and calculating. They're a cool crystal blue today, sharp and unforgiving.
"Hi." Blaine is a little breathless from the run to the door, and he straightens up a bit, running a hand through his curls, trying to compose himself and retain what little dignity he has left.
"Can I come in?" Kurt asks, and he's obviously going to take the reins in this conversation. Just as Blaine is about to step aside, a shirtless Sebastian shows up.
"Hey, what's goin-Oh hey Kurt! 'Sup?" Sebastian is lounging against the door frame, grinning at Kurt, and if Blaine had spent an evening thinking about it he still couldn't have come up with a worse time for Sebastian to turn up.
Kurt's mouth opens and closes, and then he smiles brightly at the both of them, though his eyes remain hard instead of crinkling at the sides and shining like they do when Blaine says something particularly sweet or goofy.
"Oh nothing. I just wanted to remind Blaine of the science assignment, and his phone was off, and it's pretty important. I was on my way to Mercedes's house anyway, so I thought I may as well drop by and check on him." Kurt rambles a bit, he knows, but he's not about to let Sebastian have the pleasure of knowing he and Blaine aren't on their usual sugar sweet terms.
Kurt is about to turn around and walk back when he hears Blaine shouting his name. Sighing, he turns around, and plasters the fake smile on his face again. "Yes, Blaine?"
"Kurt..please don't do this. I'm so sorry about Friday night." Kurt could have fixed things had a curious Sebastian not been peeking his face out the door, bare chest still showing.
So instead, he leans into Blaine, and for a second Blaine is so relieved because Kurt looks like he's about to hug him.
Instead, he squeezes Blaine's shoulder a bit, and whispers, "You have a funny way of showing it," into Blaine's ear, making him shiver, then turning on his heel and getting into his car, leaving Blaine outside in the cold in his too-big undershirt.
"Come on, Blaine. Pizza's fresh from the microwave!" Sebastian calls from somewhere inside the house, and Blaine turns around and walks back in, feeling heavy, but trying not to let it show in front of Sebastian, who seems to be radiating sunshine and happiness.
Some distant part of him remembers that Sebastian had been wearing a shirt when he was sleeping, and he's wearing one now, but his present self doesn't make the connection and it gets pushed to the back of his mind.
"You know, Kurt reminded me, it's Sunday and it's really time to get started on some homework." Sebastian says in between large bites of margarita pizza, a glass of cold milk in front of him. Blaine simply nods. The one good thing about that morning is that Sebastian talks. A lot. The most Blaine has to do is make the right faces in all the right places and he's free to let his mind wander.
Kurt is furious with himself. He's not even sure what he's thinking. Did he overreact? No. Sebastian was acting more than friendly. Since when did sleepovers become shirtless?
He isn't actually going to Mercedes', but he certainly doesn't want to go home and do nothing. He opts to go out for coffee and read a bit, but he stops himself from making the much-practiced way to the Lima Bean. He's never been there without Blaine, and he isn't about to start now. Instead, he stops next to the nearest Starbucks chain and gets in line. Then does a double take.
"Kurt?
"David?"
Kurt chuckles nervously. Dave is behind him in line, now he turns with a bit of difficulty in the cramped space and smiles down at Kurt.
"Wow, we seem to be running into each other a lot this weekend." Says Dave, because of course Kurt is not aware that Sebastian logically guessed where Kurt might go and called Dave as soon as Kurt had left, while Blaine was still out on the porch, about where Kurt might go. There had been a slim chance but lady luck had been on their side.
"Yeah, we have." Kurt says lightly, but he's not much in the mood to talk to anyone. Dave doesn't seem to pick up on that.
"You want to have coffee together?" Dave asks, and Kurt can't turn him down, because he has kind of made it his personal ambition to help Dave become stronger and turning down his offer to hang out would make it seem like Kurt is degrading him, no matter how convincing his excuse is.
"Of course." Kurt consents, and sighs inwardly. They order drinks- Kurt doesn't pay attention to Dave's, which is odd, because normally a person's coffee order interests him greatly- and sit down at a table.
There's awkward silence for a few moments, in which they both sip at their scalding drinks in quiet, then Dave leans forward a bit.
"Kurt, if you're not in the mood for this, I understand. Say the word and I can leave." Kurt looks up from where he's absentmindedly twirling a spoon around in his drink.
"No! Not at all, it's just-" Kurt sighs and rubs circles into his temples. "It's just I'm having problems with-with Blaine." Kurt has no idea why he just said that. Sure, he has forgiven Dave for the past bullying, but he is still mostly a stranger to Kurt. Dave blinks.
"Oh." He says, apparently unsure of how to answer. "God, Kurt, that sucks. Aren't you and Blaine attached at the hip or something?" The true incredulity in his voice is what cracks Kurt, and he's giggling uncontrollably. They're insane laughs, a way to get the frustration out of his body. Dave looks taken aback by the abrupt change in his mood.
"I'm sorry, I think I've gone a little insane-" Kurt manages to say between outbursts, and then finally calms down with deep breaths.
"I'm so sorry, I'm a nutcase right now, you're probably freaking out-"
"Kurt, it's fine. Just calm down. I think this is bothering you more than you're letting on."
"Oh really, Dr. Karofsky?" Dave doesn't like it when Kurt uses his last name. It reminds him of around this time last year, when Dave had been the worst thing in Kurt's life. Guilt still resides in his heart. He can't tell Kurt all that though. Not now, at least.
"Yup. In fact, I believe the best solution is to talk to me about it." Dave is worried he's getting too bold but Kurt simply rolls with it. Cocks his head to the side, thinks to himself, and then turns to Dave with a pleased smile on his face.
"Great idea. Give me your phone."
"I-what?"
"Phone." Dave does as instructed, unlocking it first, and hands it over to Kurt, who types in something and then hands the phone back, already half-up.
"This has been fun, call me and we can do it again sometime." With that, Kurt Hummel is gone, leaving Dave staring after him with his coffee still half-full. He looks down and sees a new contact on his list. Kurt Elizabeth Hummel. He grins a bit to himself and finds it nary impossible to tone the smile down. Instead, still grinning like a fool, he calls Sebastian.
"Yeah?"
"I got his number."
"Well done."
Sebastian shuts the phone promptly after that, and Blaine gives him a confused look from five feet away, where he's writing his History essay.
"Keep working!" Sebastian commands, and Blaine rolls his eyes before returning to the large volume in front of him.
Sebastian, on the other hand, calls another number.
"Hellooooo?"
"Sugar? C'est moi."
"Vraiment? Je pensais que c'était Chuckles le Clown. "
"Qui?"
"Passons sur. Que voulez-vous?"
"Essayez et voyez si vous pouvez voir son téléphone."
"Kurt ou Blaine?"
"La premiere option."*
"Like I wasn't creepy enough already." Sugar closes the phone, but Sebastian knows she'll listen.
"Hey Blaine, can you help me out a little? I have no idea what the hell I'm reading." Sebastian points to his Latin homework, and Blaine laughs.
"Sure, but I'm a little rusty. I take Spanish in McKinley."
"Why not continue with Latin?"
"Not available."
"Big sacrifice of you."
"Kurt's worth it." The answer is immediate and casual, like there is no doubt, as if he were reciting the first few digits of pie.
Sebastian needs to change that.
First phone conversation in the bar:
"Bon soir." (Good Evening)
"Que?" (What?)
"What did I do?"
"Rien. Je suis juste...ennuyé." (Nothing. I'm just...annoyed.)
"Poor thing. What went wrong?"
"Pas maintenant, Sugar. Je vais te parler demain." (Not now, Sugar. I'll talk to you tomorrow.)
Second phone conversation in Blaine's room:
"Hellooooo?"
"Sugar? C'est moi." (Sugar? It's me.)
"Vraiment? Je pensais que c'était Chuckles le Clown. " (Really? I thought it was Chuckles the Clown.)
"Qui?" (Who?)
"Passons sur. Que voulez-vous?" (Nevermind. What do you want?)
"Essayez et voyez si vous pouvez voir son téléphone." (Keep an eye on his phone.)
"Kurt ou Blaine?" (Kurt or Blaine?)
"La premiere option." (The first option.)