~VioletCherry342~

Kurt almost ordered a coffee and found a spot to sit, when he saw Blaine, sitting a table and twiddling his thumbs, looking back and forth between the two coffees there. Kurt beamed, noting to himself he'd have to hug David for this later. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd been late and Blaine was there waiting. He snuck up behind the dark haired boy and kissed his cheek, giggling when he jumped and looked at Kurt with wide hazel eyes. "Hey, you."

"Hey," Blaine breathed, seeming to relax a little.

"I'm sorry I'm late," Kurt said, then he lied. "Finn was being a pest.."

Since when did lying to Blaine come so easily? He didn't even feel a tightening in his chest, like he sometimes did, or anything. Just like he'd gotten away with something and a little sense of relief..

He frowned and sat down.

Blaine didn't notice. "It's fine." He grinned shyly.

Kurt shifted. What the hell were they supposed to talk about? Besides NYADA, which Kurt was too nervous about to discuss right now, he had nothing to talk about but David, and for some reason that made things awkward. So he was sitting there, waiting for Blaine to come up with something to say...

But the dark haired boy looked just as lost as Kurt did as he moved his hand across the table to stroke Kurt's slender fingers, and Kurt was about to ask where he'd been this week when he said, "Have you been biting your nails?"

Kurt lifted a hand to look at his hands, his brows drawing in. When did he pick that up? "Apparently so."

"You didn't notice?" Blaine asked.

"Nope," He said. "I used to do it when I was little; when my mom got sick, actually. I thought I'd broke it..."

"Well...guess not," He said at some poor attempt at humor, sighing when Kurt just lifted a brow at his snicker. Kurt sipped his slightly cool coffee, forcing back a little scowl. Cold coffee was a sin to him, unless it was meant to be that way.

...Really? He was all hyped up about this date, and now he was being insulted about his nails and mentally trying not to gag because his hot coffee was room temperature. What's wrong with this picture?

"So, uh," Blaine said, spinning his coffee cup so his coffee would slosh up the side, like he always did when he was feeling awkward. Kurt didn't blame him right now. "How's the, er, tutoring going?"

"With whom?"

Blaine blinked slowly, hesitated. "With Karofsky?"

"Oh, with David," Kurt said his name a little sharper than necessary; how hard was that to remember? You could even use the one syllable version - Dave - why was that so difficult for him? Kurt shook himself and tried to hide his blush, momentarily wondering why he was blushing in the first place. It was just Dave...

"Did you forget you were helping the dip, or something?"

Kurt narrowed his eyes. "Be nice."

Blaine shrugged, the playful look in his eyes fading.

"Anyway..." Kurt cleared his throat awkwardly. "No, I didn't. He's just...I think he lied, or something, or Ms. Finch just isn't helping him at all, because he's really quick with it."

Blaine muttered, "Maybe he just wanted to be with his stalkee.."

Kurt normally would've ignored this, because Blaine did that mumble-and-then-pretend-you-didn't-say-anything shit a lot, and today it rubbed Kurt the wrong way. "Would you leave him alone?"

"I didn't say anything.."

Kurt glared. "Blaine, I didn't agree to come on a date with you so you could badmouth my friend."

"Agree to come on a-" Blaine cut off, hissing agitatedly, just as Kurt's phone buzzed. He rolled his eyes heavenward and pulled his phone out, only to find out his phone hadn't buzzed at all. But he could pretend. Blaine huffed, "Who was that?"

"My dad," He lied, again, typing out a quick text. "He wasn't supposed to be home this weekend, he just wants to know where I am."

Please materialize and shoot me before I stab myself to death with the coffee stirrer..
-Kurt

"Hmm.." Blaine sighed.

That would be a shame, Fancy.. Aren't you on a date?
-David

Hence the above text.
-Kurt

"Kurt?" Blaine said quietly, shyly.

"Mhmm?" Kurt asked, looking up from his screen just as it buzzed again.

Haha. That's very nice. What's the problem? Hobbit won't stop talking about the ring?
-David

That's a Lord of the Rings ref, in case your brother hasn't pounded that in your head yet.
-David

"I'm sorry about insulting your friendship with the caveman," He said. "It's just...Karofsky isn't good for you."

"You would know this how?" He spat, his minty eyes back on his phone.

Oh, God, you're a DORK, too. Dammit. Just when I'd thought I'd reached the core of the very large onion that is David Alexander Karofsky.
-Kurt

Very large onion? As in wide, round, and stinky enough to bring tears to someones eyes? Golly, Kurt, I'm touched.
-Dave

"Because he's...You're changing.." For you. "And sometimes I can tell it's for the better-" Kurt glared. "-and sometimes you just act like a slutty little bitch."

D'aww, does someone care what I think? ;)
-Kurt

"Could you be any more rude?" Kurt asked, expecting a soft little apology. Then he actually registered the words. "Did you just call me a bitch? A slutty bitch?"

"I did," Blaine said, no 'Sorry', no 'Well, that's not exactly what I meant', nothing. "I think he's a bad influence on you."

"I think you're making me regret this date," Kurt huffed, standing up.

"Where are you going?"

"Home," Kurt growled.

"Kurt, c'mon.." Blaine said, reaching for his boyfriends hand. "I'm just trying to look out for you."

"My dad wants me to come home, anyway," He said, kissing Blaine's cheek swiftly before throwing his jacket over his arm. "I'll see you Monday."

"Don't end the date like this..." Blaine pleaded.

"I'm not mad," Kurt lied. "Believe what you will. I'll see you Monday."

Kurt stormed out before Blaine could comment again. What the actual fuck did he just do? How touchy could he possibly be? Blaine hadn't even said anything, really, besides the little stabs at David..But why did that bother Kurt, anyhow? Blaine and David hadn't really been known as being friends, so why was it shocking for Blaine to say something insulting. He was just being protective, which Kurt should've found touching, right? After all, all Blaine knew of David was that he'd threatened to kill Kurt, done horrible things, grabbed him and stole his first kiss without even giving Kurt a chance to protest...

And yet, Kurt was finding this more and more forgivable, and Blaine current behavior more and more difficult to just brush off.

You know I do.
-David

Kurt looked at the phone again once he was behind the wheel and sighed, the corners of his lips tugging up slightly.

Well no, that's not what I think then. You're just... Interesting.
-Kurt

Hopefully in a good way? I'd hate to bore the soon-to-be-famous Kurt Hugh Hummel. Speaking of, just because you'll be on Broadway soon doesn't mean you can dodge my questions. What's Blaine doing wrong?
-David

Kurt blushed and giggled a little.

I rue the day I revealed my middle name to thee, David Alexander. And the jackass called me a bitch. He called me a SLUT BITCH, David! I don't know whether to add a pissed face or a tear face...
-Kurt

I'd comment on how well the oldie talk suits you, but I'd like to box your boyfriends ears right now, so I'm to mad to be complimenting you..
-David

Okay. Sad-face. :'(
-Kurt

Why?...
-David

Kurt snorted and clicked Dave's number twice, so his iPhone began to ring.

"Do you want me to kill him for you?" Was David's version of 'Hello'. "Really, I will."

"Hi to you too, Hamhock."

"Hi."

"Hi."

"Answer the question, please?"

Kurt tilted his head a few times before shaking it. "Nah.. You'd go to jail, and I'd be bored. And the answer to your 'Why?' is because you know if you started complimenting me I might feel better..."

"I already said you're soon-to-be-famous, what do you want from me?"

Kurt shrugged. "I can try.."

David chuckled a little.

"See?" Kurt said. "I'm cute, so you're not on a homicidal rampage!"

"Since when was I on a 'homicidal rampage', Fancy?"

Kurt lowered his voice, a tone that made David throw his head back and laugh, and Kurt blushed after he spoke. "'Do you want me to kill him for you?'"

Kurt sat there fidgeting and watching his boyfriend through the coffee shop windows as David guffawed, helplessly losing his breath due to Kurt's attempt to sound like him, while Blaine didn't even look guilty. Just frustrated and upset and...well, the only word (or onomatopoeia, whatever) Kurt could fit to his expression was "Ugh."

"O-Okay..." David stammered. "Don't EVER do that again."

"Why, 'cause it's eerily accurate?"

"No!" David barked, still chuckling. "It just doesn't fit you at all."

"I thought your point was to remodel me into something worthy of Blaine Anderson." Even Kurt could hear the sarcasm dripping from his voice on the word 'Worthy'. Slut bitch..Was he trying to commit suicide or something?

David's smile was gone from his voice then, and Kurt found himself wondering what he'd said wrong. "Yeah, well.."

Kurt blinked a few times and looked at the curve of his steering wheel.. Bad influence, huh?

"So, um...Could you do me a favor?" Kurt asked timidly.

"Name it."

Kurt grinned a little, shyly toying with the seem of the leather seating. "Well.. It is Saturday...And your French final is this Friday, right?"

David audibly swallowed. "U-Uh huh..."

"Okay, so, maybe...We could go to Scandals?" He offered shyly. "We could kind of...I don't know...You could...well..."

"Are you trying to ask me out, Fancy?"

"No!" Kurt flushed deep crimson. "No, no, no. I just...Would you stop smirking? You're making me nervous."

"How would you even know I'm smirking?"

"I can hear the difference in your tone..." Kurt said. "Now stop it."

The smirk turned to a smile as David chuckled. "Fine, fine, okay, yeah. We'll go to Scandals tonight...You just want a chaperone so no one takes advantage of you, eh?"

"Are you Canadian now?"

David snorted. "I'll pick you up? Six?"

"Why so early, old man?"

"It's a two hour drive, toddler," David replied, smirking once more. "See you."

"Goodbye, Grandpa."

Kurt snorted and hung up the phone, sliding it in his pocket before starting his car, driving off the lot, still slightly in a huff.

As the dark colored Escalade pulled off the lot, Blaine let out a shaky breath and clicked call on his own phone.

"Yeah?"

Blaine swallowed, and almost considered hanging up but...

He sighed. "Hey, Seb..."

GOLLY that date went so well, eh? HA. I am SOOOOOOOOO not in a Klaine mood, can ya tell? ;P Teeheehee
Anyway, what shall my goal be?...How about...120-130? Yeah, sure, somewhere around there. *nods*
ANYWAY, off to either write Kurt having FUN (whoa!) or Blaine doing something that will make several of you want to rip his pretty little throat out, but, er.. Heh. I ship Seblaine, so MEH!
Buh-byes. :]