"Guess I was right," Sebastian called as Kurt strolled into the coffee shop. Damn it. He hadn't meant for his feet to carry him here.
"I don't know what you're talking about," he muttered, "I'm not here to see you. I'm just getting a sandwich and going back to work."
"And yet here we are," Sebastian replied. His long leg kicked a chair out across from him, indicating Kurt should sit. Kurt frowned slightly, but dropped into it.
"So, enlighten me," he sighed as he set his bag down, "just what do you think you were right about?"
"I told you I'd see you yesterday after you accused me of lying to your boyfriend."
"I'm pretty sure people only call it an accusation if you might be innocent. I stated a fact," Kurt quipped. Sebastian waved his hand dismissively.
"Details," he sniffed.
"What were you talking about this morning, anyway?"
"I have something of yours," Sebastian replied. He reached into his school bag and pulled out an unwrinkled sheet of heavy drawing paper. Kurt's eyes widened.
"Is that—?" he began.
"Your amazing tuxedo design? Yup." Kurt snatched it from him, eyes brimming with gratitude.
"It's just a suit," he muttered, scanning it as if Sebastian had injured it. Sebastian rolled his eyes.
"Whatever. You're welcome," he mumbled. Kurt turned his wide grateful eyes on Sebastian.
"Thank you," he gushed quietly. Then blinked. "Well. That's something I never thought I'd say to you." Sebastian rolled his eyes.
"Gosh, I feel like I should treat you to lunch or something," Kurt murmured, lovingly tucking the design into his bag. Sebastian's eyebrows hit his hairline.
"What?" he asked in disbelief. Kurt blushed.
"Well, we're here. Do you want lunch?" Sebastian grinned.
"Sure. I'll just have a turkey club sandwich." Kurt stood, still blushing, and went to the counter.
Well, this afternoon was turning out better than expected. Sebastian felt like his heart was going to simultaneously fly from his throat and drop out his ass. Best. Feeling. Ever. Kurt returned momentarily. They waited for their food in an amicable, if slightly awkward, silence.
"So what are you studying at NYU?" Kurt finally asked.
"English. I'm getting my teaching degree," Sebastian said, tugging his ear. Kurt hid a badly disguised snort in his shoulder.
"I'm sorry, what?" he asked, clearly biting his tongue to hold off his laughter. Sebastian tugged his ear lobe again.
"I'm looking to be an English teacher," he repeated. Kurt sat in a slightly stunned silence.
"Oh," he said shortly. "It's just, I never imagined you'd be a teacher."
"Just because I'm a dick to you doesn't mean I'm a dick to everyone," Sebastian snapped defensively.
"Hey, no," Kurt cut in quickly, "I'm just saying I thought you'd be more into law or stocks and bonds or something." Sebastian grinned.
"Well, I'm full of surprises," he smirked.
"What grade level?" Kurt asked, leaning his arms on the table and angling his body more toward Sebastian's.
"Haven't decided yet. I think first or second grade for a bit, because that's when kids are cute and not annoying, but I'm really more into the advanced literature high schoolers get into," Sebastian explained, feeling more at ease. Kurt nodded.
"Understandable. Besides, you can be more of a dick to high school kids," Kurt teased. Sebastian grinned.
"Exactly. You really get me, Hummel." They laughed together. Sebastian got up for their lunch when the order number was called. They spent the rest of the lunch in companionable conversation.
Strolling back to his desk, Kurt suddenly realized he had just had a very friendly lunch date with Sebastian Smythe. He had just had a friendly lunch date with Sebastian Smythe. He had just had a friendly lunch date with Sebastian Smythe. Christ! He had just had a friendly lunch date with Sebastian Smythe! He dropped into his desk chair. Yes, that was what it had been.
They'd had an actually conversation. He'd bought Sebastian lunch. They'd laughed together. And their legs had brushed more than once under that table. Yeah, he'd noticed. Of course, he blamed it on both their long legs at the time. But when they'd parted, Sebastian had lifted Kurt's bag to his shoulder, his fingers lingering just too long where they brushed against his neck. Which led Kurt to believe, now, that those brushes were no coincidence. Fuck. What the hell had he just got himself in to?
Lunch was fun, Princess, we should do it again. –S
Kurt stared at the text.
"Kurt?" Blaine looked at him with concern in his eyes. Kurt looked up and the lousy Skype resolution of his boyfriend's face.
"Sorry, just got a surprising text," he said. "You were telling me about the Unique/Ryder blow-up." Blaine, thus distracted, launched back into his story. He didn't notice when Kurt glanced at his phone again.
Maybe I'll catch you for coffee tomorrow morning. Medium latte with one shot of espresso, right? –S
How the hell did Sebastian know his coffee order, too? It wasn't even the same coffee order he would get at the Lima Bean. It had changed. And he'd only seen Sebastian for the first time in New York yesterday! Maybe he was being stalked.
"Kurt? Did you hear me?"
"I'm sorry, baby, I was distracted," Kurt said quickly. He turned off the vibrate on his cell phone and tucked it away. Blaine frowned.
"Isabelle has a big deadline coming up, so she's relying on me a little more," Kurt continued, seeing Blaine's evident doubt. "Did I tell you she looked at my designs?"
"No, that's awesome!" Blaine gushed for him, "I'm happy for you! That reminds me of something else I wanted to tell you, too." And without waiting for Kurt to reply, he launched into another anecdote about the glee club Kurt had left behind.
"Hey, Porcelain, you're hogging the wifi connection," Santana snapped a few minutes later, throwing back the curtain that separated them.
"Santana! The curtain is for privacy!" Kurt snapped back.
"Like you're doing anything even remotely PG-13," she snorted. "Tell your hobbit to call you back tomorrow, I need the internet."
"Is that Santana?" Blaine asked. Kurt turned his laptop around so he could see her.
"Hey, Hobbit," Santana greeted in her usual snarky fashion.
"Hey, Santana. How's it going?"
"It would be going a lot better if I could get on the internet. But Skype tends to eat our sucky wireless connection up here, so say goodbye," she hissed.
"Bye, babe," Kurt sighed, turning the picture back to himself.
"Bye," Blaine pouted. Kurt clicked off the video and looked up at Santana expectantly.
"So, you've been chatting with Sebastard?" she said, sitting on his bed.
"Seriously! You made me cut my Skype session with Blaine short just to ask me something you probably already know?" he cried, throwing his hands up. She grinned.
"So you are," she said knowingly. Kurt rolled his eyes.
"I saw him yesterday and we had lunch together today. That's it," he sighed. Santana flopped back on his bed.
"Berry informed me you'd been talking to him," she said. Kurt nodded.
"I figured. It seems my unintentional lunch plans are everyone's business."
"Oh, Porcelain," she sighed, "I've only been here a few months and I already understand that living with Man Hands means everyone's business is her business." Kurt groaned and fell back next to her.
"I have no idea what to do, San. I'm confused."
"About what?" Kurt pulled out his phone. He had three more texts from Sebastian. He showed her.
Any chance you've rethought your stance on undressing me? ;) –S
Jeff wants to know if you're coming to the Warbler's reunion party after graduation. –S
I'll probably see you there. –S
Santana let out a whistle and said, "Sounds like someone's got the hots for you, Lady Lips."
"Exactly! Why now?" Kurt said in exasperation.
"Kurt? Santana? You here?" Rachel's voice called, arriving back from class. Santana patted his leg and stood up.
"Right here, Man Hands," she replied.
"What do you guys want for dinner?" Rachel asked, lingering in the entry. "Kurt? Are you okay?"
"He's stressed," Santana jumped in. "He's got that deadline coming up, right?" Kurt nodded.
"Oh. I'm sorry. I'll whip something up and make you some tea, okay?" Rachel said sympathetically.
"Thanks, Rach," Kurt mumbled. She walked out to the kitchen. Santana winked.
"Have fun getting coffee tomorrow," she hissed and strode out to make sure Rachel didn't try to sneak any more tofu into her food. Kurt groaned.