
Aug. 24, 2011, 1 p.m.
Aug. 24, 2011, 1 p.m.
Mercedes bit back a laugh when she saw Blaine's blazer, but his dazzling smile when Kurt introduced them seemed to soften her up a little. They sat at one of the middle booths, and Kurt was surprised by how easily his two friends slipped into conversation. Apparently Blaine's mother was very musically-minded (which explained his unusual knowledge of musical theatre) and she happened to share Mercedes' tastes in music. In fact, Kurt started to feel left out after listening to Blaine discuss Aretha Franklin for nearly half an hour (despite how dreamy his voice was). "Has anyone read Patti LuPone's new book?" he interrupted, fully aware that neither of them probably had, but desperate for some attention.
To his utter shock, Blaine turned to him, grinning sheepishly. "I have, actually. My mum had it on her bedside table and I was bored... It was kinda good."
Kurt broke into a face-splitting smile. "It was fantastic! Did you like the second chapter?"
Before he could answer, the young waitress strode up, bearing three plates loaded with pasta and salad. "Your food, sirs and madam," she said, throwing a flirtatious wink at Blaine. Once again, unwanted jealousy flared up in Kurt's stomach. He glanced at Blaine, who smiled back politely and reached up to take his plate. "Thanks."
The waitress walked off rather abruptly after delivering the food. Kurt guessed she was disappointed at the lack of response to her flirting.
Blaine wiped his mouth with one of the tasteless napkins Breadstix used. Really, Kurt needed to have a word with the manager about decorating this place more appropriately, because the place just oozed pretentiousness.
"...I actually need to get home soon. My parents wanted me to attend some work dinner tonight, but I told them I already had a date." Blaine grinned at Mercedes. "Worked like a charm, 'cos my dad's always on me to get a girlfriend."
Kurt's heart sank. So I'm only an excuse to dodge his parents?
As if he could read Kurt's mind, Blaine gave him a comforting pat on the shoulder (and he really needs to stop with the physical touching, because this is not helping me get over this stupid crush) paired with that damn smile that left Kurt breathless. "That's not the only reason I'm hanging out with you, of course. I really like spending time with you." He flushed slightly. "Why do I keep saying things like that?"
Mercedes laughed. "Okay, boy, you better get on home before you embarrass yourself anymore. Great talking to you." She waved Blaine off. "Go on!"
The short boy slipped out of the booth, waving to both of them as he left. "I'll see you later, Kurt!"
Shaking her head, Mercedes turned back to Kurt. "He seems nice."
"He is nice, 'Cedes, what did I tell you? And..." Kurt swallowed, smiling nervously. "I think he likes you." Oh god, maybe he does, and then they'll get together and-
"Kurt, you really need to learn how to read signals better. He kept trying to bring you into the conversation. He was trying to talk to you, not me. Weren't you listening?"
Kurt sat back. "Oh."
His best friend sighed. "If he were gay, he'd be the perfect guy for you."
"Yeah, well, he's not," Kurt muttered bitterly.
"Oh, Kurt. You're gonna find someone someday, sweetie. In the meantime, you've got fabulous friends like me, right?"
He smiled a little at Mercedes' hopeful tone. "Yeah, I do."
She reached across and patted his arm. "Well, how about you come over tomorrow night and eat icecream with me and Tina? To remind you of how fabulous we are."
"Sure, 'Cedes."
Inwardly, Kurt hoped that he could relax and try and get over this Blaine thing.
He was pretty sure it wouldn't work, but he could try.