Blaine POV:
We entered the Lima Bean. I was hit by the sudden aroma of roasted coffee and freshly baked cookies. I looked over at Kurt and Alan, who were still deep in conversation. Something twisted in my stomach. I ignored it and averted my gaze. I surveyed the room. It was rather busy, filled with people who needed a cup of coffee after the harsh day. Two particular people stood out to me. There were two men, sitting in the far corner, holding hands and smiling at each other. The taller one with blonde hair leant over and whispered something into the others ear. He laughed and leant over for a chaste kiss. It made my heart warm, like a child receiving a present on Christmas day. I hope that someday, I would be that happy. Suddenly an image of Kurt flashed across my mind. I shook my head, dismissing it as worrying why he was talking to Alan so much.
I sighed. Alan was so perfect. I glanced at him again. He was telling Kurt about his old school, his eyes a fire, they burned so bright with happiness. He was gesturing wildly with his arms. The guy in front of us stepped aside and I poked Kurt in the side to alert him we could now order. Before I could say anything, however, Alan had stepped forward.
"I'll order. The place is filling really quickly, you go find a table," he said, flashing the red head behind the counter his cheeky grin. I melted and nodded, still in a daze. I followed Kurt to our normal table, which never seemed to have anyone sitting at it, and admired how gracefully he sat down. What? Alan is the person you should be admiring!
"So, Alan's nice!" Kurt exclaimed. I nodded, already highly aware of the fact.
"I saw you looking at him, you know," Kurt said in a hushed whisper, leaning over the table to look me in the eye. I held in a breath at the beautiful pale blue his eyes were at the moment. What? Alan's eyes are beautiful! It was then that I noticed the slight disappointment behind Kurt's smile. What was that? I was about to ask when Alan slid into the chair next to me, his cheeks flushed and hair slightly tousled. I forgot how to form words.
"A grande non-fat mocha for Kurt," he said placing the cup carefully in front of Kurt, who smiled his thanks. I noticed how their fingers brushed for a little longer than necessary. Alan's smile lit up like a light bulb.
"Sorry Blaine, I didn't know what your order was, so I got you a cappuccino, like me." It stung a little that he didn't ask for my order, but I got over it and decided I had a new favourite order. He slid the cup over to me. We started up civil conversation.
"So Kurt, I bet your girlfriend likes you being in the warblers," Alan said, nervously picking at the edge of his blazer, looking up at Kurt through his gorgeously thick eyelashes. I nearly choked on my coffee and so did Kurt. The people at the table next to us looked over, slightly concerned.
"Um no, I'm…gay," he said, that gorgeous blush once again dusting his high cheekbone. No. Not gorgeous. Bad Blaine!
"Oh, cool me too!" Alan told him, barely suppressing a grin. This puzzled me. But, HE WAS GAY! I needed to get some of the focus onto me so I sat up, put on my best grin (hoping to show off my white teeth) and told him I was gay as well.
"That's great man!" Alan said. Conversation flowed freely from there, each of us discussing our interests and what we enjoyed doing, mostly music. Then the subject turned to sport. I glanced out the window, looking as people glided past, wondering what a complex story their life may be. I had no interest in sport and I assumed neither did Kurt, so the discussion should end soon. I did learn that Alan played lacrosse and polo. There was a comfortable silence while we digested the news and then Alan asked Kurt what sport he played. I attempted to hide my snort behind my coffee cup but not very well. Kurt looked over, his eyes a stormy grey and hurt. Alan frowned in disapproval as well. I instantly felt bad.
"Kurt I-"He cut me off.
"I'll have you know Blaine; I was the star kicker at Mckinley. I won the team their first game of the season. I was also a cheerleader and helped win nationals by singing a Celine Dion medley in French!" he said, his eyes dark and words laced with venom. I saw Alan's eyes glaze over at the mention of Kurt being a cheerleader. Kurt a cheerleader? That would be hot. I bet he's really flexible… No Blaine!
Before I could comprehend what was happening, Kurt was getting up and grabbing his dior grey coat. It matched his eyes at the moment. I opened my mouth to say something but was cut off by his glare. He walked out and did not quite reach the door before I saw a tear fall down his face. He must have realised as he ran out. Alan cleared his throat.
"I'm gonna go see if he's okay," he told me, his eyes filled with disappointment. He got up and left.
What have I done?
Hey guys! I was just wondering if I should continue this. If I should and you are interested, please please review. Thanks for reading!