A/N: So you guys will be my Valentines right? Because the road to being a lonely cat lady is paved in fur and frankly, one cat will be enough. And probably a Dulux dog. (don't know the proper name for it)

"So I brought you some magazines," Kurt dived into his bag, pulling out at least fifty different articles. "A game boy, colour and advanced, a Nintendo DS, a PSP, I've borrowed most of these from other people by the way. A selection of games of course, oh and about five books and a portable DVD player with a selection of DVD's and..."

"Kurt, please slow down!" Blaine chuckled, laughing harder when Kurt looked at him with a confused expression. "I'm going to be in the hospital for a couple of days, not years!"

Kurt was sat on the chair by Blaine's hospital bed surrounded by all the items he had pulled out his 'Mary Poppins' bag (seriously, how did he fit all of that stuff in there?). Cards and flowers were spread around the room from all the New Directions and The Warblers as well as a few cards sent over from the guys back in England.

"I just thought you'd get really bored." Kurt pouted.

Blaine shook his head, smiling all the same as he opened up his arms to Kurt. "Come here you."

Kurt grinned, plopping his bag down onto the floor and jumping up to snuggle into Blaine's arms, planting a kiss on his cheek. "I started work today you know." Kurt announced as he pulled away to sit back down.

"How was it?" Blaine asked, sitting up and giving Kurt his un- divided attention.

"Well I managed to burn myself making my first coffee so they shoved me on the register. I soon got the hang of everything though. I think they're going to let me have another go behind the counter tomorrow."

"Kurt, that's great!" Blaine beamed. "So, anything happen while I was away?"

Kurt instantly blushed as he thought back to the week's events, a gesture that didn't go unnoticed by Blaine. "Mr Schue invited his Spanish teacher to Glee club," Kurt started playing about with the bottom of his jumper, not making eye contact with Blaine. "And he told us it was better to learn Spanish through song and erm, he sang sexy and I know it. In Spanish."

"That go down well?" Blaine smirked as Kurt turned even more red.

"A little."

"Kurt, you're blushing." Blaine teased.

"He was hot okay?" Kurt snapped. "But I think it was more because of the accent, I mean, I prefer you obviously but he was like so exotic, and get this!" Kurt looked up, excitement spread across his face. "He's McKinley's new Spanish teacher and now Mr Schue is teaching history. Here's what I don't understand. Mr Schue spoke like fluent Spanish since, well like forever and apparently he can no longer understand and say any Spanish at all, weird huh?"

"That is weird. There is such a lack of continuity in this show." Blaine crossed his arms. "The writers seriously need to make up their minds."

"Wait, what was that?" Kurt frowned.

"What was what?"

"What you said just now."

"I just said that I guess I'll get to meet this new teacher when I get back to McKinley." Blaine repeated.

"Right, that's what I thought you said. Sorry, my hearing has been a little off since Mr Schue tried to sing in Spanish."

"Yikes." Blaine cringed.

"I know right. Oh and I almost forgot!" Kurt dived into his coat pocket, (he had thrown it over the back of his chair when he arrived) and brought out his phone. He flicked through his texts before finding the one he wanted and presented it to Blaine.

"Wow, that's... is that Tomburt's Hill?" Blaine stared at the snow covered hills; the bench where Kurt and Blaine had sat on was now occupied by a woman and man made entirely out of snow, huddled together with smiles made of pebbles.

"The one and the same," Kurt made Blaine scoot over as he pushed himself into Blaine's side, leaning in to study the tiny picture on his phone, his hand brushing against Blaine's as he did so. "Nowacki sent it to me a couple of hours ago. Apparently it snowed quite a lot on Saturday. What are you doing?"

"Asking Nowacki to make a snow angel." Blaine mumbled, beginning to text.

Kurt laughed when Blaine finally handed him back his phone. Five minutes later and there was a reply.

"He said no because it'll get his clothes wet."

"Aww." Blaine pouted. "Wait, what are you texting back?"

"That you're crying because he said no." Kurt replied with a blunt expression.

"Wait, you can't text that!" Blaine whined, leaning over Kurt to try and take his phone away.

"Done and sent." Kurt cried triumphantly. "And stop moving, you're injured."

"Kurt, if I move it's not going to have any effect on my eye." Blaine rolled his good eye, grabbing Kurt around his waist and practically pulling him into his lap.

"Blaaiiinee!" Kurt complained as Blaine kissed his neck. "B-Blaine, th- that, t-t-tickles." Kurt giggled, wriggling about. "S-stop, I've got a text back. It's from Aaron," Kurt frowned. "He says 'Sorry.' That's strange." Kurt's phone buzzed again moments later, this time the message was from Nathan. I picture message. Kurt snorted as he showed Blaine the image of Nowacki lying in the snow in just his boxers.

"Well he did say he didn't want to get his clothes wet." Blaine observed.

There was a long pause where Kurt began to play with Blaine's fingers nervously.

"What's wrong?" Blaine nudged Kurt's forehead with his own, interlocking their fingers properly to stop Kurt fidgeting.

"Finn and Rachel are engaged." Kurt said out of the blue.

"Yes. And?" Blaine said when Kurt didn't say anything else.

"I just don't understand, Finn doesn't realise just how talented he his, he's just giving all this up because he thinks all he's good for is living in the shadow of Rachel and it's not fair, I mean, he said he would look at the college leaflets but..."

"Kurt," Blaine took Kurt's hand and squeezed it gently. "You've done all you can other than tying him up and dragging him to college or locking him in a basement or persuading Rachel to go and elope with that Jesse guy you told me about..."
"Wait, do you think I'd be allowed to do any of those things?" Kurt said hopefully.

"You're not getting my point Kurt," Blaine looked unimpressed. "Listen, if Rachel and Finn want to get married then that's their choice, you can give them a push in the right direction but mostly it's up to them."

Kurt sighed. "I guess. You know Rachel asked what I'd do if you proposed to me." Kurt started picking at Blaine's sleeve, not making eye contact.

"And what did you say?" Blaine said, suddenly curious.

"I didn't say anything. I guess either way it'd be a wrong answer."

"Oh, Kurt." Blaine kissed Kurt's cheek gently. "Who knows what will happen but we just need to think about now, not next, you know?"

"I guess." Kurt looked up as Blaine cupped his face and brought their mouths together, moving Kurt's lips open to deepen the kiss.

"Mister Hummel, we need to prep Blaine for surgery now." A nurse walked in making them both jump as she started picking up all of the objects Kurt had left all over the floor. "I'm sorry but you're going to have to go now."

Blaine looked at Kurt, disappointed as he leant forward to kiss him lightly. "I'll see you when I'm allowed okay?"

"It's a date."

"Thank you, your order should be ready in a few minutes." Kurt smiled politely as the customer shifted away to wait for their coffee.

"Well Kurt, I have to admit, that Lima Bean apron suits you. Adds to your gayness, speaking of which, are you wearing girl clothes again?" Kurt looked up into Sebastian's stupid smirky face.

"May I take your order?" Kurt cocked his head to one side, un-phased by Sebastian's comment.

"The usual, try not to mess it up hon." Sebastian winked, leaning across the counter. "How's your boyfriend."

"He's doing great, thanks' for caring." Kurt's smile was filled with ice and dripping with sarcasm.

"That's good. How long have you been working for then Kurt? Not long I presume seeing as they haven't fired you yet." Sebastian leant on the counter while Kurt pressed the amount he owed into the cash register. "And how about a cookie too, I'm feeling daring today."

"And here's me thinking we could be friends." Kurt replied. "And at least I earn my money and don't live off mommy and daddy."

"Now Kurt, your tiny public school brain may not mind working here forever, but I take no pride in being in a place unworthy. Of course it'd be expected from you; public school kids aren't meant to achieve."

"Not everyone who achieved went to a private school Sebastian. In fact, I'll probably be more likely to survive on my own while your pushing pencils under some family member until your forty. You'll marry a rather predictable choice; live in a uniform house down a uniform street where not even a single blade of grass is different from the others. You'll do the same thing day in day out until the day you die, an extremely, uneventful, totally ordinary death in comfort and luxury without ever having strayed from the path your parents set out for you." Kurt leant his cheek on his hand, staring at Sebastian through his lashes innocently.

"My, my Kurt, aren't we the foreseer of crud. I'll tell you exactly what's going to happen. You'll go to college, pass with second rate scores. You'll try to get a job in Broadway, maybe as an extra but after a while you'll realise you aren't getting anywhere and in the end you'll end up in an office for the rest of your life just like everybody else while I earn the big bucks." Sebastian leaned in closer. "And do you know what the best part is? You won't have Blaine. Your love life will be filled with butch guys all wanting to keep you in the house like the girl you are."

Kurt snorted. "Sweetie, you won't know what a relationship is even if it was dressed as a pink banana and jiggling about in your face. You're so intent on flirting with other people's boyfriends and being a complete slut I wonder why you don't go around wearing a price tag round your neck."

"Kurt!" Kurt jumped as his manager appeared behind him.

"S-sir! I- I..."

"I think your new employee isn't very good with etiquette manager, I hope you made the right choice to hire him, can't have him talking to customers like that can you?" Sebastian quipped.

"Sir, it wasn't my fault I..." But the manager stopped Kurt before he could finish.

"Kurt that was extremely inappropriate! I am so sorry sir; I'll have a thorough chat with our employee." The manager narrowed his eyes at Kurt who hung his head in defeat.

"Hey, what's going on here?"

Kurt looked up as he recognised the voice. His eyes widened in both relief, shock and shame as Justin came over, coat still on and scarf wrapped tightly around his neck. Aaron was with him, looking suspiciously at Sebastian and Kurt's manager.

"It seems our new employee isn't all what you said he'd be." The manager addressed Kurt who refused to look at Justin, ashamed that Justin and Zoe had pulled so many strings to get him this job and he had probably already blown it on his second day. "And you're back early; I'd have thought the planes would be delayed due to the snow. Even if you are here, you're not supposed to be back at work until next week."

"I came to see how Kurt was getting on." Justin studied Kurt with a worried expression, Aaron doing relatively the same as he spoke up.

"Heard you're a finalist at NYADA Kurt." Aaron carefully looked at the customer who was apparently the one giving Kurt a hard time, noticing the sudden surprise on the snarky guy's face, with a sense of satisfaction he continued. "Thought I'd come back with Justin to give you a few tips seeing as I go to RADA myself."

Kurt stared at Aaron in confusion. Didn't he realise how much trouble Kurt was in?

"Kurt isn't doing very well I'm afraid, I suggest we let him go." The manager hinted, eyeing Kurt and pretending Aaron hadn't said anything.

"You know that's not your call to make is it Jason? You may have been put in charge while I've been away but I'm back now and you're back to being a stand in." Justin almost growled. "I'm sure Kurt has a viable explanation as to why he acted how he did."

Kurt blinked. "Wait what?"

"So I was insulted by your employee and you're letting him off?" Sebastian exclaimed.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you Sir, but Kurt is our new employee so we do allow some lee way and if I ask the rest of my company, I presume he is not the only one at fault." Justin turned to the other customers in the cue who all nodded in agreement. "Now, I am sorry for the inconvenience we may have caused and you may have your order free of charge." Justin then smiled warmly before motioning Sebastian away from the counter. Once Sebastian was out of ear shot he turned to Kurt. "You may go on your break now and Jason, back to work."

Justin pushed a cup of coffee towards Kurt whilst he and Aaron sat down in front of him. Kurt was trembling slightly from either anger or fear, he didn't know. That was a close call and if Justin hadn't shown up...

"Kurt, are you okay?" Aaron asked.

"Erm, yeah, I-I guess. God I feel so stupid!" Kurt put his head in his hands. "I let him get to me again and it almost lost me my job."

"It's fine Kurt, really, and besides, no matter where you work they wouldn't let you go that easy. Unless you're boss is a total ass." Justin reassured him.

Kurt looked up and eyed Justin suspiciously. "Speaking of boss, since when were you the manager of the Lima Bean?"

"Pretty cool huh? I'm the youngest manager ever." Justin gloated even though it probably wasn't true. "And I kind of like, own the place."

Kurt's jaw almost hit the floor. "O-own it? How the hell do I end up knowing so many convenient people?"

"Well I don't exactly own the shop, but the guy who does is my Dad's business partner so." Justin shrugged. "I do get to call the shots."

"Thank you, I mean, talk about excellent timing." Kurt shook his head in disbelief.

"Hey, what are friends for? Besides, I needed to be back, can't spend too long away from my coffee house, especially when I've left Jason in charge." Justin said.

"So Kurt, NYADA?" Aaron changed the subject to something lighter.

"Yeah, I'm kinda nervous about that." Kurt admitted.

"Don't be, it'll be fine, I've come here to offer my services after all." Aaron said.

"Yeah, and left my house at the mercy of Dior and Jacob and most probably Nowacki and Nathan even though they live somewhere else." Justin grumbled. "I only left England to live here because I knew you'd be there."

"Please, the house won't be gone when I get back in a week." Aaron scoffed.

"It won't be gone but most probably will be blackened to a cinder and still smoking." Justin countered.

"So they didn't want to come over too?" Kurt asked.

"Oh they wanted to come over." Justin corrected.

"We just didn't tell them I was going." Aaron shrugged, taking a sip of his coffee.

"So you suddenly went missing. Won't they get suspicious?" Kurt questioned.

"Don't worry about it, I told them I was called for a movie part and would be away on location for a while."

"Will that actually work?" Kurt wondered out loud.

Suddenly there was a loud commotion outside and all heads turned to look out the windows.

Justin groaned and wiped a hand across his face in annoyance. "Apparently not."

Picking up their coffees, all three of them left the coffee house to the commotion outside which, to Kurt's complete shock, was a fight between Nowacki, Nathan, Puck and Finn.

"Okay, all I'm saying is there is this rather empty looking car park all around you, yet you had to go and choose the space right next to my car!" Nathan explained rather slowly.

"What, is your name on it or something? Go back to wherever poncy place you're from because I'm not afraid to go all badass on you." Puck threatened.

"Dude, what the hell is a car park?" Finn frowned.

"It's the same as a parking lot. It's not too hard to work out dumbass." Nowacki rolled his eyes.

"What'd you just cool my man?" Puck gripped the front of Nowacki's shirt as Dior and Jacob got out of the car to see what all the fuss was about.

"Okay, hold it!" Kurt yelled, pushing his way through the circle. "Puck, put Nowacki down, Finn, stop glaring, if the wind changes your face will stay like that."

"KUUUURRRT!" Nathan and Nowacki yelled, instantly ignoring their fight and tackling him to the ground. Jacob just shook his head and rolled his eyes as Dior joined the pile. Puck and Finn gave each other strange looks and Aaron and Justin tried to tear apart the group of flailing limbs on the floor.

"You know these losers?" Puck looked at Kurt disapprovingly.

"Losers? Alright, I'll show you who the loser really is once I go all London back streets on your sorry behind!" Nowacki lunged forward as Nathan held the back of his shirt lazily stopping Nowacki from moving with little effort. "Let me at him!"

"Nowacki. One legged poodle. Just a recap." Justin said.

"Yeah, they're the people I stayed with in England. Justin's friends." Kurt explained. "It was only supposed to be Aaron but I'm guessing they found out."

"Damn straight we did." Nathan said.

"We're really sorry Aaron, we tried to stop them, we really did." Dior apologised.

"And yet here you are." Aaron said, unimpressed.

"I tried to stop them. Dior said 'no, don't go' then jumped on the plane with them anyway. I only came along because they'd all end up in Australia if I didn't. I'm the smart one." Jacob announced.

"Please, you were the one who went online and booked the flights out here." Nowacki rolled his eyes.

"At least I did something! I bet you forgot to pack clean underwear!" Jacob snapped.

Nowacki's face turned white. "Oh my FSM, I think I did as well!"

"FSM? Really?" Nathan shook his head.

"What? It was in honour of Blaine's new look. You know, the flying spaghetti monster religion, pirates are a theme, get it?"

"You. Are. An idiot."

The fighting carried on as Puck and Finn looked on in horror. Okay, so the New Directions tended to fight all the time but these guys seemed ridiculous.

"Well then Puck, Finn, meet Nowacki, Nathan, Dior and Jacob. You already know Justin and this is Aaron." Kurt indicated everyone.

"Dude, are they always like this?" Finn's eyes widened.

"Indubitably." Aaron nodded.

Right, sorry I can't write much in the way of answering you guys because I'm now off to the hospital to have a go at the disaster child that is my friend who decided to act all stupid and fall off his scateboard and fracture his elbow. Sigh. Honestly.

oh and *spoiler* when they sing Love Shack tonight I bet anything Kurt and Blaine will be on opposite sides of the room or there will be like, very little interaction. If I'm wrong, I will update a chapter Thursday latest and spend all day writing it tommorow. Also, my guess is the guy in the Gorilla suite is either Karofsky or the new character that Samuel is playing and Kurt's sectret admirer is Alex from the Glee project. Just a guess.

Thanks for the reviews! Love Bertie and happy Valentine's Day! (grrr, now to go watch horror movies and eat ice cream)

Eggs and Ham

KurtandBlaineGleek

offtolimabean

leahmo34

EllaCrain

PrettyLittleScars

mylisa777

ColferFan1217

R5Fanatic

Azrael Blood

CouldIBeAnyMoreOfAGleek