He was late. Tapping his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, he glared up at the offending red light until it finally succumbed to his psychic demands and turned green. With slightly too much acceleration, he rounded the corner and pulled into the coffee shop lot, parking as quickly as possible. He didn't want to keep his boyfriend waiting any longer, and since they'd planned a full day of shopping, he was sure the other boy had already fuelled up with caffeine.

He hopped out of his car and hurried into the Lima Bean, mentally cursing the endless line that prevented him from seeing many tables. He pulled out his phone. Hey, I'm here, trapped in the back of the line. Which table are you at?

Several minutes later, the line had shortened significantly, but still no reply text. Finally he managed to gain a clear view of the entire cafe. He spotted his boyfriend quickly, at a table toward the back.

And he wasn't alone.

Who's that guy? He stared in shock at his boyfriend and the bubbly blonde with whom he was laughing. Before he knew it, Alison, the redheaded barista he'd befriended during his frequent trips to the Lima Bean, was pushing him his usual drink.

"Who's that?" she asked, jerking her head toward the table at which he could not stop staring.

"I don't know." He turned to pay her, but the barista shook him off. "It's on the house. Looks like you're gonna need it."

With mumbled thanks, he shuffled toward his boyfriend's table, feet moving as though caked in cement. After about a thousand years of watching this blonde flirt with his boyfriend, he reached the table, stopping just behind his lover's shoulder.

The blonde looked up in surprise. "Oh, this must be him!"

Kurt twisted his head quickly, smile lighting up his face. "Blaine! You made it!"

The boy in question nodded stiffly. "S-sorry I'm late, I just..." His explanation trailed off, his eyes still locked on the blonde's face. Hipster glasses, really? They probably aren't even prescription.

Kurt sensed Blaine's discomfort, so he gently tugged him into the empty chair beside his own. "Blaine," he said quietly, "this is Chandler."

Alarms immediately sounded in Blaine's head as his eyes blew wide. Chandler Chandler Chandler. So, this was him, the guy Kurt met at Between the Sheets—oh god, that name made everything sound so much worse—the guy who apparently would only have five cents if he received a nickel for every time he met someone as beautiful as Kurt.

What a stupid line.

"Hey Blaine!" Chandler stuck out a hand, grinning broadly. "Kurt's told me so much about you!"

Blaine shook the proffered hand once. "That's..." Creepy? Disturbing? Awkward, since he hasn't mentioned you in weeks? He shot Kurt a look.

The older boy cleared his throat nervously. "Yes, well, Chandler saw me waiting for you, and we were just catching up." His eyes flickered between the other two boys as though following a tennis match.

"Yeah, we were laughing over some of the old texts I used to send him." Chandler's tone was light, but his eyes narrowed.

Blaine bristled. "Yeah, I read some of those. A little...indecorous to be sent to someone in a committed relationship, don't you think?"

"Yes, well, at the time I didn't know Kurt was in a committed relationship. It must have slipped his mind."

Kurt had to press a hand onto Blaine's knee to prevent the younger boy from jerking to his feet. "Okay, I think it's time we were going. Long day ahead and whatnot." He stood and offered his hand to Blaine. "Come on, sweetie. Those vests aren't going to sell themselves. Well, actually, they are, because god knows the sales staff at that place isn't up to par...coming?"

Blaine sat frozen for a long moment, openly glaring at Chandler. Then he leapt up, grabbed his boyfriend's face, and pulled him down for a searing, open-mouthed kiss. When he broke away some time later, Kurt's eyes were glazed over with dizzy lust, while Chandler's were narrowed even further. Blaine sent the blonde a final haughty smirk before wrapping his arm around Kurt's waist. "You're right, love. Let's go." As he led Kurt from the cafe, he caught Alison's eye; the redhead winked saucily at him.

It wasn't until they reached Kurt's Navigator, which they'd be sharing for their shopping trip, that the older boy regained his senses. When Blaine opened the car door for him, Kurt smacked his shoulder.

Blaine yelped. "What was that for?"

"You, being a possessive ass."

Blaine flinched under Kurt's glare, but straightened his shoulder defiantly. "You heard what he said. I was just reminding him of who you're really with, and that's not him." He dropped his gaze and grabbed Kurt's hand. "Look, I...I'm over the texting, I really am. I pushed you away, and I'm sorry. We talked, we made up, it's done. But actually seeing him...it reminded me that I almost lost you. And I overreacted." He blushed. "Sorry."

Kurt lifted Blaine's chin and kissed him lightly. "It's okay. To be honest, Angry Possessive Blaine? Kind of hot." Blaine winked, and Kurt laughed. "Come on, lover boy. If I don't find a vest to match that new jacket I'll never be able to wear it. Besides," he added as Blaine climbed into the passenger seat, "you have all day to remind me of who I'm with in the dressing room."

Kurt smirked at Blaine's pained groan as he pulled out of the parking lot. Yet, it was going to be a good day.