Blaine tapped his fingers anxiously on the table.
Kurt was incredibly late.
The apple that Blaine had sliced over the salad was turning brown, the pasta sauce was cold, and the pasta itself was a slimy, congealed mess at this point.
The door slid open slowly and Kurt stepped inside, his head hanging. His cheeks were pink and his eyes were red, like he had been crying.
"What happened?" Blaine asked. He rushed over to Kurt and put his arm around Kurt's shoulder.
"I got pickpocketed," Kurt said. "My wallet is gone."
Blaine's eyes got wide. "No! That's awful!" Blaine said. "Did you talk to the police?"
"Of course I did! I mean, I got to the subway, took out my subway card, swiped it, put it back in my pocket, and when I got off of the train, my wallet wasn't there. I even got back on the train and rode to the next stop looking for it!" Kurt was now breathing heavy, starting to panic.
"Kurt, calm down," Blaine said. He slowly rubbed Kurt's back."You talked to the police. The thief will be brought to justice."
Kurt nodded, but he didn't look convinced.
"Did you cancel your credit cards?" Blaine asked.
"Yeah, I did. The police helped me do that," Kurt said.
"Good, good. Do you want something to eat?" Blaine asked.
"I'm not hungry," Kurt replied.
"That's fine. Do you want to pick a movie?" Blaine asked.
"No," Kurt replied. I have to call my dad and tell him." And that is just what Kurt did, with Blaine looking on for support.