Author's note: This chapter has a lot less dialogue then usual and it's even shorter, but I promise I'll make it up to you on the next one.

Apparently, Blaine had been wrong. Sebastian was, indeed, Chandler's type. And judging by the enormous amount of flirting going on between then, Chandler was Sebastian's type as well. What had he been thinking, really? He had called Sebastian and told him about the double date only so that Kurt would be appeased, since he was sure Sebastian was going to say no. Except that he had said yes. Not only that, he had also seemed really excited about it. It was clear he was making an effort to impress (not that he needed any, his usual self already being very impressive), all smiles and smooth talk. He had dressed up, a white button-up shirt covered by an open light grey blazer and black jeans, and Blaine was finding it very hard to take his eyes off him. Problem was, Sebastian seemed to only have eyes for the good-looking jock sitting next to him. He felt a hand in his thigh and turned to look at Kurt.

"I think I'll order a raspberry cheesecake for dessert. Care to share it with me?"

Blaine just shrugged.

"I can't eat it all, you know. I don't even want to imagine how many calories are in each spoonful!"

"Yeah…" Blaine smiled slightly. "Sure, I'll share it with you." Kurt grinned and gave him a little peck on the cheek, raising his hand to call the waitress.

Blaine's eyes went back to the boys in front of him, who were now sitting very close to each other, Sebastian whispering something in Chandler's ear that made the jock smile. Blaine swallowed hard. He knew what he was feeling. He wanted Sebastian to look only at him, to smile only to him, to flirt with him and whisper in his ear. But that was wrong. Very wrong. Because he had a boyfriend, a boyfriend he loved and who loved him back. He had no reason to feel jealous of the attention Sebastian was giving Chandler. So why was he?

The cheesecake arrived and he sat up straight again, taking Kurt's hand in his. Kurt looked at him with a bright smile and he felt even worse, guilty, but smiled back. The cheesecake tasted very bitter.

Next: Shit is going down.