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Part 4:
"You should've let me pay."
"I wanted to."
"You said this wasn't a date. If it wasn't then why did you pay for both of our coffees?" Blaine stared down at his Medium Drip moodily. "and what happened to you wanting to protect your rep? Everyone from McKinley frequents this place."
Sebastian rolled his eyes.
"Friends can pay for coffee." he said. "and I checked - nobody who cares about the quality of the coffee frequents this place. We're safe." he watched Blaine look around nervously and sighed. "The jocks don't come here. Trust me. I come here when I cut class -"
"All during your first week? Really smart Seb. Really."
" - They wouldn't be caught dead in a dump like this." he smirked. "and I try."
Blaine gave him a weak smile, but Sebastian could tell that it hadn't relieved him at all.
"Excuse me - Blaine?"
Blaine flinched and Sebastian nearly swore out loud. A boy about their age with light brown hair and blue eyes, dressed in McKinley red and white was standing a few steps from their table.
Blaine looked at his hands.
"Hi Kurt." he said quietly. "Tell Santana I'm sorry...but her Spanish paper is going to be late. Azimio -"
Sebastian felt his hands curl into fists. Even the Cheerios had Blaine doing their homework?
"Screw her," Kurt said absently, "It's a spanish essay and she's fluent. You should hear her yelling at the freshman girls during practice. And I don't really care about that Neanderthal anyway. I was wondering -"
"Has it occured to you that he's with someone right now?" Sebastian's voice coolly cut off the cheerleader's.
Kurt's eyes flicked to him, and he was pleased that the other boy looked irritated. Great.
"Who're you?" he asked icily.
"Sebastian Smythe," he said. "I'm new. Been here a week."
"That's nice." Kurt plastered a fake smile on his face before turning his attention back to Blaine. "Blaine, Rachel wanted me to ask if you still wanted to audition for glee club."
Blaine went red in the face.
"N-no. I - Kurt I'd rather not." he said softly.
"Blaine, you're a great singer." said Kurt, his smile turning genuine. "You'd be a real -"
Blaine took them both by surprise when he stood up so fast that he knocked his chair over. He grabbed his bag and his coffee.
"I'm sorry Kurt - I just can't." he said quickly. "Seb I - I'll see you around."
He bolted from the table and out of the coffee shop.
Sebastian sighed and stretched before standing up.
"See you at school," he nodded once at Kurt before taking off after Blaine.
He found his friend slumped against his car, crying.
"B?" he said. "What's wrong?"
Blaine shook his head and removed his glasses so he could wipe his eyes.
"Nothing, Seb...I think I'm gonna call my brother and ask him to come get me - You can go do whatever you want - Just remember we meet tomorrow after school for tutoring." his hands shook as he reached into his bag for his cell phone.
"Blaine." Sebastian laid a hand on his shoulder, but dropped it when Blaine flinched. "I don't know if I -"
"It's not you," Blaine said thickly, "Believe me - it's not - I just - I need to go home."
Sebastian grabbed his phone, fingers moving like lightning as he keyed in his phone number.
"Fine, but call me if you need something, okay?"
Blaine gave him a watery smile.
"Okay."
"You want me to wait with you until he gets here?"
"If you want." Silence. Blaine sighed. "Fine."
Once Blaine made the call, they didn't have to wait long before a small black car pulled into the Lima Bean parking lot.
Blaine didn't say anything - he simply bolted for the car, opened the front passenger door and got inside, slamming the door shut.
But not before Sebastian had glimpsed the totally fine piece of ass sitting in the driver's seat.
"Aww what's the matter, Smythe? He turn you down? Not that I'm surprised - you look like a train wreck."
He turned to see Kurt staring smugly at him.
"No, he went home. And we're friends, so calm your big ass down." he nodded at the red sweats the cheerleader was wearing: so very unflattering.
"My ass is fabulously small, thank you very much. Really nice comeback by the way - you learn that at a bath house? I mean you totally look like you came out of one." Kurt folded his arms across his chest, enjoying the angry look on Sebastian's face. "Let's get something straight: I don't think he should be hanging around you."
"Big whoop, here's a bit of a newsflash, cheerleader," he took a step closer to the other boy. "I'll hang around him until he wants me gone. You breathe a word of this in school, and I swear I will make your life hell."
"Well we wouldn't want that, would we?" Kurt smiled tightly. "I mean it, Smythe - hurt him, and you won't know the meaning of making one's life hell."
Sebastian rolled his eyes.
"Neither will you. I'll see you around, Princess." the look on Kurt's face was priceless. He almost wanted him to punch him - or at least try to.
He headed for his car, got in and drove off.
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