Quoting Michael Jackson songs? Really? Blaine thought, contemplating how on earth Kurt could fall for such a douchebag.

“Yeah, I used to take my baby in to Mr. Hummel basically every week…” Did he just refer to his car as ‘my baby’? “Of course, he never noticed that half the time it was just to get a better look at the hot piece of ass working under my car,”

Blaine saw the muscles in Peter’s arm tense, realizing his hand was either squeezing Kurt’s, or worse… squeezing where Blaine’s own hand had been less than an hour ago.

“Oh stop,” Kurt said with an unrestrained smile.

“Don’t even try to deny it,” Peter looked straight into the eyes of the boy next to him, “You know I would have killed for a chance at the fabulous grease covered babe who fixed up my car every Saturday.”

“Then it seems today’s your lucky day,” Kurt giggles, eyes locked intensely with Pete’s.

Peter was lying through his teeth, but he pulled it off like it was his profession. He had never been to Hummel Tires and Lube in his entire life.

Blaine felt that if he didn’t leave right that moment he may become physically ill, but he would never be so rude.

“So Peter-“ Blaine starts, trying to steer the conversation towards anything that doesn’t make him want to vomit all over Pete’s excessively expensive shoes.

Speaking of rude, Blaine thinks as Peter ignores him, withdrawing his hand from Kurt’s to grab his phone from his pocket.

“I- uh…” Blaine starts, unable to mask his repugnance as Peter disregards him in favor of his iPhone.

“Who are you texting?” Kurt asks good-naturedly.

“No one, babe.” Peter says, slipping his phone back into his pocket with the most counterfeit grin Blaine had ever witnessed. That was definitely not ‘no one’ he thinks to himself.

“Anyway, Peter and I were thinking about going scarf shopping tomorrow, do you want to come with us, Blaine?”

“I’m broke,” Blaine lied, “Too many Medium Drips this month,” he laughs, but the sound echoes empty. Every one of those coffee dates had been with Kurt, and with Peter sitting across from him it was almost agonizing to admit that indisputably, it still felt worth it.

“Don’t worry about it! I’ll just put it on one of my credit cards,” Peter said thoughtlessly.

Credit card-s? Blaine thought, the plural bouncing around his skull.

“I just got a new scarf a few days ago,” Blaine lied yet again, “and I’ve got a lot of work to do this weekend…”

“Suit yourself,” Pete said, “More alone time for me and this fetching little hottie,”

Blaine feels as if the heat gathering in his brain may actually cause it to melt out his ears, did he just say ‘fetching’?

“You are so embarrassing,” Kurt laughed impishly, “Soon enough I won’t even be able to take you out in public anymore”

“Fine by me,” Pete’s eyes grow dark, and his voice grainy. Blaine feels as if something is ripping at his insides.

“So, did you see the new cover of Vogue?” Blaine cuts in awkwardly, trying desperately to get Kurt talking.

“Of course!” Kurt announces in an animated tone. Blaine listened to him talk about how gorgeous Emma Stone looked, but how they could have done so much better with her outfit for the shoot and… is Peter staring at that guy’s ass?! Blaine follows his gaze until his own eyes meet a bottle blonde boy in a red letterman jacket leaning over the counter to give his order to the barista.

Kurt continues with ardor as he states what colors he thinks would have better complemented Ms. Stone’s skin tone, and how does he not see that?! Blaine thinks.

“Listen babe,” Peter interrupts him, eyes seemingly linked to the backside of a certain blonde like two tremendously powerful magnets, “I’ve got to split, promised the guys I’d get a match in tonight,”

“A match?” Blaine asked, bemused.

“Tennis,” Pete scoffs, looking at Blaine as if he’d just asked what ‘Europe’ was.

“Pete’s a legend down at the club,” Kurt says proudly, “He took me last week and he literally destroyed everyone on the court,” Pete didn’t deny it, flashing his cocky smirk.

Peter had gotten Kurt excited to watch a sport?! Blaine felt his stomach sink into his shoes.

“The club?” Blaine asks nervously, expecting another scoff from Peter.

“His Country Club,” Kurt laughs lightly.

“Oh,” is all Blaine can muster.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Sweet Cheeks,” Peter says, slipping on his aviators before leaning in towards Kurt. For a moment Kurt thinks his brain might detonate because he can’t believe Peter’s going to take it this far, but then he can feel Peter’s thumb across his lips, as he tilts their faces to just the right angle… and suddenly the pressure of Pete’s thumb is gone and he’s strutting out the door.

Kurt’s eyes are dazed, mostly from the shock brought about by his straight friend’s boldness. Kurt looks absolutely flustered, and Blaine’s eyes sting, wondering how in Gaga’s name such a lovely boy could be attracted to such an asshole.

Blaine’s sure his emotions show all over his face, but Kurt seems too blissful to notice, or maybe even to care.

“I do believe I have a new favorite holiday,”

~.~*~.~

Once Peter had gone, Blaine and Kurt settled into the routine of their usual coffee dates, but even that couldn’t allay Blaine’s uneasiness about Kurt’s new beau.

About five minutes after Peter had exited the coffee shop, without saying goodbye to Blaine, a black Hummer pulled up outside. He half expected Pete to saunter in, stating that he hadn’t gotten enough affection from Kurt already today. Selfish bastard, Blaine thought.

That’s when he spotted the guy in the letterman vacate his seat a few tables away, leave the coffee shop, and enter the car that Blaine was watching intently over Kurt’s shoulder. The Hummer had tinted windows, so truthfully Blaine would never know who had been driving, but there wasn’t a doubt in his mind. The car remained there for a long moment. Long enough for a kiss, Blaine was sure of it.

“Blaine?” Kurt said, trying to grab his attention, “Everything alright?” Kurt finally looked over his shoulder to the spot where Blaine had been staring. The Hummer was gone.

“Will you walk me back to my car?”