Oh my gosh guys, I'm so sorry about the wait. But writer's block is really kicking my ass! I'm so upset. This never happens to me. I don't think this chapter is up to par, but it'll give you something to read and move the story along :(
I don't own Glee or the characters.
"Hey, Grandmother, is Frank here?"
Amelia put her book down and looked at Kurt peeking around the corner of the living room. "Yes, he is. Why?"
Kurt stepped into the room and sat on the arm of the sofa. "Blaine and I wanted coffee. I just wanted to know if Frank wants one of those caramel things that he gets."
She put her book down on the table and set her glasses on top of it. "I think he's in the kitchen. Make sure you guys ask him before you leave."
"Oh no I'm going to go get it." One look at his grandmother's raised eyebrow prompted him to continue. "He got a phone call from his cousin. I told him I would go. It's just a couple of blocks."
Amelia nodded slowly. "Okay then. Be careful." She called out to Kurt as he was walking away. "Will you get me a muffin?"
She heard his laughter echoing in the foyer. "Sure thing, grandmother."
She waited until she heard the front door close to get up. She peeked in on Frank in the kitchen before quietly heading upstairs. She snuck closer and closer to Kurt's room. She put her ear up to the door and listened to the conversation on the other side of it.
"Yeah, I can't wait to see you too."
She waited while the other person finished talking.
"I know, Jer. I miss you so much."
She could hear Blaine shuffling around in Kurt's room.
"I'm at Kurt's house."
She frowned as the bed creaked.
"Yes, he is. I told you about him. We met at school remember."
Blaine's laughter leaked through the door.
"Yeah, exactly like that."
Amelia felt bad about spying on the boy. She turned to walk back downstairs, but Blaine's next comment stilled her feet.
"Now, Jer., that's not fair. You're not even here. You expect me to believe that you're not doing the same thing?"
"No it's not. It's exactly the same thing."
"Yes it is! Stop getting down on me for it."
"Um…Michael, Steve, that foreign guy…take your pick."
Amelia pursed her lips as she walked away. Okay, that is not his cousin. I don't know what's going on with that boy, but I don't like it.
Instead of heading back towards the living room, she walked into the kitchen. "Frank, are you busy?"
"No, ma'am. What did you need?"
She sat down at the kitchen table and motioned for Frank to join her. "I just wanted to talk to you for a minute."
Frank narrowed his eyes at his boss as he sat down across from her. "This is about that boy upstairs isn't it?"
Amelia just nodded.
"Is that why you waited until Kurt was gone?"
Amelia folded her arms on the table and leaned forward. "What do you think of Blaine, Frank?"
Frank rubbed the back of his neck and thought about it for a second. "I don't really know the boy, ma'am."
"Oh please. You know him enough to make an opinion. What do you think of him?"
Frank grimaced. "Honestly, ma'am. I don't know. There's something about him that I find…hinky. But he makes Kurt happy so that's good enough for me."
Amelia laid her head down on the table.
Frank barely heard her muffled reply, but he thought it was "that's what I was afraid of".
Kurt walked into the coffee shop and sighed when he saw the line. He walked forward to wait and look at the menu. He knew what he wanted, but if there was something new he wouldn't say no.
"No, sir, I'm sorry, but we cannot put liquor in your coffee! Now if you'll excuse me I have other customers to wait on."
Kurt stared at the boy getting yelled at by the barista. That's weird. He's wearing a Dalton uniform, but I have never seen him before.
Kurt flushed and turned back to the menu as the boy in question caught him staring.
"Hello, gorgeous. I haven't seen you around here before."
Kurt turned to look at the boy. He was tall, slender, had beautiful eyes, and a charming smile. He smiled slightly before turning to give the barista his order.
"Can I get a medium drip, an iced mocha frappe, a caramel macchiato, and a cranberry-orange muffin please?"
Kurt paid for his drinks and moved out of the way to wait for them to be ready.
"So are you on a coffee run for your friends or do you need and intervention?"
Kurt laughed and turned to look at the boy that had followed him. "I'm definitely on a coffee run. I'm not that far gone yet."
The boy just laughed a little under his breath and offered Kurt his hand to shake. "I'm Sebastian."
"I'm Kurt," he replied shaking the other boy's hand. "It's nice to meet you."
"No, the pleasure is mine I assure you."
Kurt rolled his eyes at the blatant flirting. "I have a boyfriend."
"That really doesn't bother me if it doesn't bother you."
Kurt huffed in disgust. "It does actually so…"
"Oh, a proper gentleman…that is something different."
"Is monogamy such a concept for you?" Kurt sniped. He was getting annoyed with Sebastian very quickly.
"It's not my usual style." Sebastian eyed the boy in front of him. "You look familiar. Have we met before?"
"Not officially I don't think…but we both go to Dalton." Kurt took Blaine's drink off the counter and smelled it. He let the warmth seep through into his hands before taking a small sip. "Ew." He hastily set it back on the counter.
"Why did you order it if you don't like it?"
"It's not mine, it's Blaine's. I just don't understand how he can drink that stuff," Kurt said with a shudder.
Sebastian honed in on the name that Kurt had let slip. "Blaine…as in Blaine Anderson?"
Kurt nodded and smiled a little. "Uh-huh. He's my boyfriend."
Sebastian nodded. "That's interesting."
"Why do you say that?"
Sebastian just patted Kurt on the shoulder and said, "You'll see."
Kurt called out for him to wait, but he just kept walking.
Okay guys you know the drill. Thanks for reading and drop me a line if you can. Let's get some ideas flowing through this ball of fluff *taps the side of her head in jest*