12-Coffee Date Gone Wrong
I woke up the next morning, and I smiled before I could think about it. Blaine was my boyfriend. It was a beautiful thought.
After making sure that I was in present time, I took a shower and got dressed, and when I was eating, I checked my phone.
Good morning. Blaine had written. Did you get any sleep?
Yeah, I slept all night! :D
I put my phone away and finished my breakfast, and my phone vibrated while I was on my way out the door. I checked it as I got in the car.
Great. :) I don't have school today. You want to go get coffee after?
Sure! :D I'll see you!
I drove to school, pleased to find that my car worked fine. When I got to school I retrieved my books from my locker that still seemed to be always jammed, and then headed to my class. As I sat down in my first period, I checked my phone again and found I had missed a text from Blaine.
Awesome! I'll pick you up after school.
I smiled, already waiting anxiously for the next moment I would see him.
In science, I sat down at my lab table, disappointed to discover that when we changed seats I got seated at a table by myself. Why didn't I have a partner? I looked around, but no one was absent. I guess we just had an odd number of students...
The door suddenly burst open, and a blonde boy wearing a beanie and a button up shirt, along with glasses, came hurrying in.
"Ah, I know it's your first day, but next time be on time, Chandler." The teacher remarked coldly.
"Sorry, sir! I just got caught up in the crowds and I couldn't find the room." The boy answered. He looked over-enthusiastic.
"Your seat is right over there, next to Kurt. Kurt, give a wave, won't you?"
I waved a bit, half smiling. Oh boy. I hope he didn't talk too much... I needed a good grade in this class.
The boy, Chandler, sat down next to me, dropping his bag next to his seat. Judging by the bag and the clothes, he was definitely not straight... I heard someone a table group over mutter, "Look! It's the gay group over there!" and I looked away, ignoring the anger that rose. Great, this was exactly what I needed.
Chandler stuck his hand out. "Hi. I'm Chandler. Kurt, right?"
I half nodded, shaking his hand and not really looking at him.
The teacher started talking, and Chandler turned to listen. The teacher explained that we had a partner project due Friday, and while we could work on it in class, he didn't think we'd have enough time and he urged us to get together after school sometime and get it done.
Great. This is just what I need. Wonderful. Can I change partners?
The teacher stopped talking, and Chandler turned back to me. "So why don't we get together after school sometime?"
"We can probably get it done in class..."
"No, we won't have enough time." he grabbed my phone off the table and typed something in, and then typed something into his own phone.
"Excuse me," I said, grabbing my phone back. "That's my phone."
"I know, silly." he giggled. "I was putting my number in it so we can talk about the project."
"I don't think that's really necessary-"
He cut me off, saying, "I'm going to go get the papers."
God, take a hint. I thought, turning around and starting to copy the assignment into my notebook.
He handed me the paper, and I just nodded.
We didn't speak, we just wrote for the rest of the period. I was finished three minutes before the bell rang.
"So, what are you doing today?" he asked.
"I'm going to go get coffee." I said, not looking at him.
"All by yourself?"
"No."
"Oh."
There was an awkward pause, where I could almost hear his internal debate on whether to ask who I was going with.
"Well, I'll text you and we can talk about getting together."
"Okay." I said, with a dismissing tone. The bell rang, and I stepped out of the classroom, trying to ignore his footsteps behind me.
I saw the football player, the slushy cup in his hand down the hall. I could see his eyes locked right on me. I could see it coming. Why did Chandler have to be right behind me?
"Shit," there was no running. I squeezed my eyes shut and stopped, grabbing onto the strap of my bag. After two seconds, suddenly there was the slap of the ice cold slushy hitting my face and chest, and I let go of the breath I had been holding, wiping the slushy off enough to open my eyes.
"Oh my god, are you okay?" Chandler gasped.
"Yeah, I'm used to it." I said, opening my jammed locker and grabbing the extra jacket I kept just for this reason. I headed to the bathroom and tried to clean the slushy out of my hair. Of course Chandler followed.
"Why do they do that?" he asked, appalled.
"Its because I'm gay and in Glee club," I said, not looking at him.
"Well that's stupid." he stated.
"Yes, it is." I sighed. "But there's nothing I can do about it." I threw away my paper towel and walked out, not waiting for him to follow. Of course he did anyways, chatting the whole time.
After a while I snapped. "Chandler, don't you have to get to your class?"
He checked his schedule. "I have PE... Mr. Trent."
I mentally sighed in relief. I didn't have that. I had PE fourth period. "That's that way. I have English."
"Oh... I'll see you, Kurt!" he waved and scampered off. I sighed, glad to finally be rid of him, and went into my classroom.
After the bell rang, I wasn't even out the doors of the building before he found me, stepping up to my side.
"Hey, Kurt."
"Hi." I mumbled, looking through the sea of people for Blaine.
"Where are you going?"
"I'm going to coffee. I told you already." I snapped, aggravated with him.
"Oh. Right. Well I'll see you!" he skittered off, and right then I found Blaine.
I headed to him, and as soon as I was close enough I flung myself into his arms, and he laughed. "I missed you too."
"God, school just is so unbearable without you," I said, letting go of him.
He laughed again. "You ready to go?"
"Yeah." I grinned, and we got into his car. He drove to the coffee shop, and we ordered our coffees and sat at a booth that was a little more secluded. He held my hand on the table.
"Why didn't you have school today?" I asked as I sipped my coffee.
"Teacher work day." he explained.
"Ah."
"So, what happened at school today?" he asked.
"Nothing out of the ordinary. New, annoying, kid in science. I got slushied." I added quietly.
He frowned. "I'm sorry. Who slushied you?"
"Just one of the kids on the football team. I can't wait for Dalton."
His eyes lit up, and he almost choked on his coffee. He swallowed madly until he could speak again. "You talked to your dad?"
Right! I forgot to tell him! "Yeah, and he said yes!"
"That's great!" he said, grinning.
"Yeah, I'm so excited. This week is going to go so slowly."
"I know." he squeezed my hand.
I set my phone facedown on the table, tired of the uncomfortable block in my pocket, and he did the same.
I chuckled. "Have you noticed how similar our phones look?"
"Yeah, I did when I first got this phone." he said, tapping his finger on the back of his.
"What kind of phone did you have before you got an iPhone?"
Our conversation continued like that for a while, not forced, just light, easy, conversation.
After a while he said that he had to get home, and I stood, grabbing my phone and checking the screen. He checked his as well.
That was the moment I realized that it wasn't my phone.
The screen read Sebastian. And the text said, Yeah, I'm looking forward to that too. ;) Can't wait to see you!
I looked up and met his eyes and we both spoke at the same time.
"Who's Sebastian?"
"Who's Chandler?"
Mwa ha ha ha ha!
I don't do the cliffhangers on purpose. They just happen…. I don't know. O.o
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