Kurt and Blaine sit across from each other at a small café the next morning, waiting for their breakfast to arrive.
"Sorry about last night," Blaine says, fiddling with the cup of coffee in his hands.
"It's fine," Kurt says dismissively.
They sit in silence a few moments longer before Blaine speaks again.
"Is it?"
Kurt sighs. "I'm not... mad. It's just– no, it's fine, I don't want to start a fight with you."
"Kurt," Blaine says, reaching his hand across the table and holding it out for Kurt, "you need to talk to me."
Kurt sighs, takes Blaine's hand. "It's Sebastian."
Blaine shifts a little in his seat, furrows his brow. "Oh. I thought... I thought you were mad about the fight."
Kurt smirks a little. "I'm not thrilled that you got in a brawl in the middle of the dance floor, and you are never doing it again, but... no, I'm not mad about that. It was kind of sweet, in a weird way."
"Oh," Blaine says dumbly, then after a few beats, "so... why are you mad?"
"I'm not mad, not at you, I just... I don't think he likes me," Kurt says. It feels like it's so much more than that, but he's not quite sure how to put it into words to explain it to Blaine.
Blaine tilts his head to the side. "I'm sure that's not true. Who wouldn't like you?"
Kurt rolls his eyes, gives Blaine a look. "Lots of people don't like me, Blaine. Have you been to Ohio?"
Blaine has the decency to look a little embarrassed. "Right. Sorry. But, I mean, that's different. Seb isn't like that."
"No, most people that hate me aren't trying to steal my boyfriend." He doesn't mean to say it, at least not like that, it just slips out, and by the look on Blaine's face there's no chance he didn't hear it.
"Small stack of pancakes for you, and an omelette for you, sir. Enjoy your breakfast!" the waitress says cheerily, placing a plate in front of each of them before heading over to another table to check in.
Blaine pulls his hand back across the table and stares at Kurt. "Seb is not... is that really what you think? Kurt, we have been over this."
"Yeah, and I believed you until I met him. Blaine, he was all over you last night, and he was making a point to make sure I saw it. And you didn't hear what he said to me when you went to get drinks."
"He was just fooling around," Blaine argues, trying to brush it off, "it doesn't mean anything. Don't be such a hypocrite, Kurt, you can't tell me Chandler means nothing and then come back and be mad at me for hanging out with Sebastian."
"Oh my god, Blaine, that is not the same thing at all."
"You are reading into this way too much, Kurt. Or maybe you're seeing things that aren't there because you feel guilty?"
Kurt's jaw drops at the accusation. "Blaine. You know I would never–"
"No, actually, I don't," Blaine says, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Blaine, I am here visiting you in New York for a week. You think I'd be here if I was cheating on you?"
Blaine doesn't answer.
"Look, this is not– I don't want to fight with you about this. I'm not telling you that you can't be friends with him, I just– can we drop it? Please? I don't want to fight all week."
Blaine stares back for a few moments through narrowed eyes, but then his face softens. "Okay, fine."
The rest of breakfast is a little awkward, but by the end they manage to shake the weird cloud hanging over them, and they're mostly back to normal, teasing each other playfully, and Blaine even feeds Kurt a piece of his pancake, smudging some whipped cream on his nose and making him giggle. It really isn't a big deal. Just because Sebastian is the possibly the most irritating person Kurt has ever met doesn't mean anything is going to happen. Kurt trusts Blaine.
Kurt and Wes sit in the living room Tuesday evening. Blaine is gone to work for the night, so it's just the two of them for the next several hours.
"What do you want to do?" Wes asks from his usual spot on the chair.
"I don't know, what is there to do?" Kurt asks, propping himself up on the couch and looking at Wes.
"We could play Jenga."
Kurt snorts at the suggestions. "Jenga?"
"Hey, Jenga is a very challenging game of skill. You're just scared I'll beat you."
Kurt sits up fully. "I am not."
"Oh yeah? Well then, prove it," Wes says with a smirk.
"Fine," Kurt says, a small smile on his face, "let's play."
"Yes!" Wes cheers, standing up and walking to a small closet where he roots around for a few minutes before returning with the Jenga game. "Blaine never plays with me because I always kick his ass and he's a sore loser."
"Well, get ready for that streak to be broken," Kurt replies, watching as Wes sets up the tower on the coffee table in front of them.
"Cocky, aren't you?" Wes teases as he straightens the tower before finally pulling his hands away.
"I like to think of it more as confidence," Kurt quips back.
"Right, well, we'll see how long that lasts. Guests first?" Wes gestures to the tower.
Kurt pokes around at some of the blocks before he finds a loose one, sliding it out easily and placing it on top of the tower, then gesturing for Wes to take his turn.
Wes' turn is much faster; he finds a loose block almost instantly, pulling it from the tower and smirking as he places it on the top next to Kurt's.
"You think showing off is going to intimidate me?" Kurt asks with a smirk of his own as he starts poking around, looking for another loose block.
"You think this is showing off? Just you wait," Wes teases back as Kurt slowly pulls another block from the tower.
"I'm shaking in my Doc Martens," Kurt replies with an eye roll as he places the block on top of the tower.
"You should be careful about that, you need a steady hand if you want to be any sort of competition for me," Wes says, giving him a wide grin before easily pulling out another block and adding it to the top of the stack.
"I think I can handle you."
"We'll see about that," Wes smirks, watching as Kurt slowly searches for another block to pull from the tower.
"You know, you're awfully cocky," Kurt says, giving Wes a pointed look after pulling his selected block from its place and holding it between his fingers.
"It's well earned, I assure you."
"You really haven't changed a bit since Dalton," Kurt says with a laugh.
"Well you know what they say, if it's already perfect then don't fix it."
Kurt snorts. "I don't think that's the expression, Wes."
"Well, it should be."
They're silent for a few minutes as they continue the game, slowly stacking the tower higher and higher.
"Are you enjoying your week so far?" Wes asks as he adds another block to the top.
"Yeah, New York is great."
"And Blaine is alright too, I guess," Wes teases.
"Hey, that's not what I meant," Kurt says, a little panicky, eyes wide.
"Hey, relax, I'm kidding."
"Yeah, right," Kurt says, trying to brush it off and looking back to the Jenga tower on the table in front of them.
"Is everything okay?"
"What? Yeah, everything's fine," Kurt says dismissively, pulling a block from the tower and making it wobble slightly, but it stays upright.
They play in silence a while longer.
"I think we need some music," Wes decides, standing quickly and heading for his bedroom.
"Hey! You almost made me knock the tower over!" Kurt shouts after him in annoyance.
"Not my problem!" Wes calls back in a cheery tone from his room.
Kurt rolls his eyes and goes back to the tower. It's getting harder now, none of the blocks seem to be coming out very easily; even Wes has been having a harder time of it.
Wes returns a moment later, iPod in hand, and plugs it into the docking station. "Any requests?"
" Lady Gaga?" Kurt asks.
Now it's Wes' turn to roll his eyes, but he complies, and a few seconds later You and I is playing through the speakers.
Kurt raises an eyebrow at Wes. "I was expecting more of an objection."
"Well, it's not Katy Perry or P!nk. I know when to pick my battles," Wes replies as he takes his seat on the couch next to Kurt, a bit more gently so as not to jostle the tower on the table.
"Fair enough," Kurt says with a laugh, "but I happen to like Katy Perry, too."
"That's only because we serenaded you with Teenage Dream that day you showed up to spy on us at Dalton, setting into motion the epic romance that is Klaine."
Kurt snorts at that. "What? Klaine?"
"Kurt and Blaine," Wes says, like it's obvious. "It's your couple name."
Kurt rolls his eyes. "I don't think anyone has ever said that."
"I did, just now. So you're wrong."
"Whatever, Wes," Kurt says, but he can't help but smile a little. Somehow Wes manages to make being annoying an endearing trait, and he still hasn't been able to figure out how.
"Yes!" Wes cheers out as Kurt tugs on a block, and the tower comes crashing down on the table.
"Hey, that was totally not fair. You distracted me."
"Distracted you? How?" Wes asks with an amused grin.
"You were being... annoying." He knows it's not really an excuse.
"Well, we can play another game, if you want. I don't mind beating you twice."
"You're on. But don't think you're winning this time," Kurt says, and he can't help but smirk back at the other boy.
"We'll see about that," Wes says with a playful wink.