Author's Note: Hi. So, I got so many requests to end Kurt and Blaine's relationship, but it's gotta be major, you know? Sebastian has not serenaded Kurt yet to leave Blaine (by the way, I need the perfect song for that: any ideas?), and I need Blaine to do something even more drastic, so horrible, that everything between him and Kurt evaporates. So, patience. The time will come *cue in evil music*. Btw, this is a short chapter, and you guys will find out why...if you read my next author's note. And please do.
"...that's cool," Kurt said mechanically as he searched for the perfect scarf to match his outfit. Blaine was yapping and chatting endlessly about his success with his new solo (surprise, surprise). Kurt, of course, was waiting for the perfect time to break it with Blaine, but no. Blaine was busy. Blaine had five solos. Blaine had to go to Grandma's on Fridays, or Saturdays, or whatever. Honestly, Kurt couldn't keep track. All he knew was that Blaine was too busy for him, and that was good enough of a reason to break up.
"Kurt! I just said that I lost the solo, and you said 'that's cool'? What the hell?" Blaine was a demanding little hobbit.
"I meant to say that it wasn't cool. You totally deserved it. The solo, I mean." Kurt mentally slapped himself for his big mouth. "Blaine, when are you free? I really need to talk to you. Something important that we need to discuss."
Kurt heard a rustling of papers. "Can't. Not this week, at least. Maybe next week? Next...hmm. Thursday. Yeah, I'll talk to you Thursday. At school, right?"
Kurt bit his lip. "Actually, I was thinking either your house, my house, or the Lima Bean. Or anywhere, just not school."
"TLB sounds good," Blaine replied, sounding distracted all of a sudden. Kurt grimaced. He hated the nickname 'TLB'. It was okay when you texted it, but saying out loud? Seriously? It was like saying 'rofl' or 'lol', or even 'lmao' out loud. "Listen, Kurt, I gotta go. Sorry to cut this short and all, but I'm really busy this week, I need to-" Kurt heard a sharp, sudden moan.
"Blaine?!" Kurt asked, concerned. "Blaine are you alright?"
"Yeah…" Blaine groaned. "Just...tripped. I gotta go." Without waiting for Kurt to say anything else, he hung up. Kurt stared stupidly at the phone before growling and slamming it onto the surface of his vanity. It was at that moment his eyes caught on a scarf. It wasn't branded, no, but it sure looked like it. The texture felt like silky cotton and the color was an odd, blue grey. Beautiful. And perfect.
Snatching it, Kurt wrapped it around his neck and grabbed his phone to text Sebastian.
To Sebastian: I'm ready and waiting.
A moment later, he received a text,
From Sebastian: Coming Princess. Be there in 5 min.
Kurt rolled his eyes at the nickname and clambered downstairs. "That Sebastian boy better give you a good time," growled Burt. "He doesn't know the sacrifice we're making."
Sam nodded emphatically, and Finn added, "Yeah dude. Your chocolate chip cookies are awesome, and you pinky promised that you'd make them."
Sam sighed, shoulders drooping. "No chocolate chip cookies today, Finn. Just deal with it. Kurt has a hot date, and he's leaving us for him."
Kurt suddenly felt uncharacteristically flustered. "It's not a date, Samuel Evans! Now mind your own business. I have-"
The doorbell rang.
"Thank God," breathed Kurt in relief. He hurried down to open the door and smiled at the smirky meerkat before him.
"Hey Princess," said Sebastian. "Ready to have a good time?"
Author's Note: So sorry guys for this short chapter. To make it up for you, I'm making the next chapter all yours. Yup. You got it folks, you get to pick what happens in Kurt and Sebastian's not-date. Pick anything. It could be like the Warblers meeting them there, or New Directions, or Blaine (grrr) or anyone. Anything, really. Just be specific, and message me if you have a brilliant idea. Remember, I'm not gonna update unless you guys share me your amazing ideas. Unleash your imagination.