Kurt Hummel sighed as he dropped his pen onto the notebook where he had been copying notes for his upcoming Economics test. He slumped in his chair and looked around the Lima Bean, the coffee shop where he and his boyfriend, Blaine Anderson, hung out almost every day after school. It was getting quite late, if the almost pitch-black windows were any indication, and aside from the employees and a few customers placing orders at the counter, he and Blaine were the only ones in the shop.

Kurt looked across the table at his boyfriend and smiled to himself. Blaine was deep in concentration, his tongue poking slightly out from the corner of his mouth thoughtfully as he copied notes from a textbook with abandon, his pen flying across his notebook. His usually perfectly coiffed hair had begun to spring loose from the hold of its styling gel, causing his dark curls to spill onto his forehead in a way that Kurt found to be absolutely breathtaking. Kurt almost hated to disturb him when he was being so unknowingly adorable, but it was getting late and he would have to drop Blaine off at home pretty soon if he was going to make curfew.

“Blaine.”

“Hmm?” Blaine didn’t look up from his notebook.

“Honey, we have to go soon. It’s almost 9:00 and we both have to get home. I can’t miss curfew again. My dad said if it happened one more time, he’d donate all my Marc Jacobs clothes to Goodwill.”

Blaine stopped writing and looked up at Kurt with a mischievous raise of his eyebrows. “Which would mean that your wardrobe would be reduced to almost nothing except tight skinny jeans and T-shirts, right? How is this a bad thing?”

“Blaine Anderson, as much as I appreciate the sentiment, you know perfectly well that I would NOT enjoy being unable to express myself through my keen sense of fashion every day. Think of how you would feel if I burned all your bow ties! “

Blaine cocked his head to one side and grinned. “Ok, ok, you win. We can’t let that happen, can we? Besides, those clothes hug your figure in aaaall the right places, and I would never forgive myself if you lost them.”  He gave Kurt a puppy-like look that almost melted Kurt’s heart right there.

“And I would never forgive myself if my adorable boyfriend couldn’t forgive himself,” said Kurt with a smile. As he reached across the table for Blaine’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, he heard a familiar, sneering  voice coming from behind him.

“Well, well, isn’t this just as sweet as a bag of spun sugar? Honestly, you two are going to give me diabetes from all that sweetness.” 

Kurt turned around. There stood Sebastian Smythe, new lead singer of the Dalton Academy Warblers and Kurt’s least favorite person to ever walk the planet, considering that Sebastian never missed an opportunity to blatantly hit on Blaine in front of him. Kurt wondered why he had not spotted him in the shop earlier. Perhaps it was because he was wearing regular clothes for once instead of his usual Dalton uniform. He didn’t really stick out from a crowd without it.

“What are you doing here, Meer Kat Face? Shouldn’t you be off practicing a solo or terrorizing a small child or whatever it is that pathetic people like you do in your spare time?” Kurt said dryly as he turned back around and started to gather up his books.

“That’s funny coming from someone who’s rushing off because he’s scared of what his daddy will say if he’s late,” Sebastian retorted.  “Can’t a guy just stop by and say hello?” Looking past Kurt, Sebastian flashed a megawatt smile at Blaine. “Hello, Blaine. Might I say that you are looking quite delicious this evening?”

“Um, thanks,” said Blaine, looking slightly uncomfortable as he gathered his own books and slid them into his messenger bag.

“I’m serious. You’re hot. We should hang out sometime, just the two of us. No witnesses, if you get my drift.”

“I don’t think so, Sebastian.”

“You sure? Because unlike little baby Kurtie over here, I don’t have a curfew any night of the week. Privilege of being Lead Warbler, as I’m sure you remember.”

Blaine stood up and made his way over to Kurt’s side of the table, standing in front of him defensively and giving Sebastian a hard, almost dangerous look. “Look, Sebastian, as I’ve told you repeatedly, I am not into you like that. And what’s more, I do not appreciate you disrespecting my boyfriend right in front of me. I think this little chat is finished.” 

Sebastian blinked and tapped the top of his coffee cup as he looked from Blaine to Kurt and back again, as though he were contemplating something. 

“Have it your way, Blaine. But just know that if you ever want to get with a real man, I’m always available,” said Sebastian with a cold glare in Kurt’s direction.

Kurt had heard more than enough. He shot Sebastian his own patented death glare, the icy look he usually reserved for when Rachel was throwing one of her fits in glee club about not getting enough solos. “Sebastian, if you’re through reeking of desperation, why don’t you just get lost?”

Sebastian cast one last look at the pair of them before shrugging his shoulders and exiting out of the Lima Bean’s double doors, glaring the whole time. Blaine glanced at Kurt and let out a huge sigh. 

“I really cannot stand that guy. Think he’s ever going to get the hint?”

“I don’t know. He seems to be pretty dense.” Kurt stood up and slung his bag over one arm while slipping the other around his boyfriend’s waist. “I guess we’ll just have to keep reminding him you’re taken,” he said lowly into Blaine’s ear before catching his lips in a deep kiss that caused Blaine to shiver pleasantly.

“Wow. Have I told you lately that I love you?” asked Blaine when the boys broke away from their kiss.

“Yeah, but go right ahead and keep saying it. I never get tired of hearing it,” said Kurt with a smile as he slung one arm across the shorter boy’s shoulder and squeezed him close.

“I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“And I you, my handsome fellow,” replied Kurt.

“Ok, Cinderella, let’s get you home before your Marc Jacobs collection turns into a pile of rags.”

“Very funny.”

The boys joined hands and pushed through the coffee shop’s doors.