A/N: Wow, thank you so much to those who have reviewed and/or put this on their alerts. It's such a flatterment that someone actually likes my insomnia-induced drabbles.
Kurt squinted a little while he observed his friend. Blaine was restlessly walking up and down, trying hard to maintain his composure, but not quite able to. If he didn't know better, Kurt would suspect that Blaine was nervous about something, and seeing as they were mere minutes away from going on stage for Sectionals, this could definitely be a reason. But this was Blaine they were talking about; brave, proud, charming, energetic, handsome, sexy... Blaine!
Kurt was about to go up to Blaine and ask him what's wrong, because frankly, he never saw him fidget so much, biting his lower lip, running his fingers through his gelled-down hair - everyday, Kurt would tell him he didn't need THAT much product, and every day, Blaine would just smile - when Jeff shifted uncomfortably next to him. "Where the hell are the lattes, Wes really gotta hurry before we have another breakdown!" He noticed Kurt's confused face and added an explanation. "Last year, Blaine didn't get his caffeine, and he screwed up his part of the duet big time. We didn't even place. So now the council always gets him some lattes before a gig. Blaine tends to forget it's the only thing that can cure his stage fright."
Realization hit Kurt, and he smiled fondly at the pacing Teenager when Wes finally arrived, and Blaine launched himself onto him, greedily grabbing for the first latte. "I love you" he muttered, and Kurt was not quite sure if he was talking to Wes or the latte. Either way, he felt a little jealous. If that was the reaction one got for a latte, he had to make sure that he was the one to fetch it next time...