Kurt’s hand immediately flew to his neck as he colored to the tips of his ears.

“Oh please, like you would know anything about real fashion. You dress like you paid for all your clothes in singles at sluts R us.” That was a total lie, Kurt actually loved a lot of Santana’s clothes and what was worse was that he told her so on several occasions. However, after years of being bullied, he became an expert at deflection, and insults were the main key.

Even though a few people chuckled, Santana knew better and she only smirked wider.

“Hmmm…someone’s defensive…” she drawled, and next to him, Kurt felt Blaine’s hand curl around his knee protectively. Kurt turned his head to look at his boyfriend but the next thing he knew there was a hand pulling at one end of his scarf and damnit! He knew he shouldn’t worn the silky one today because the fabric smoothly unwound like a snake before he could even blink and suddenly people were gasping.

“Holy shit!”

“Damn!”

“Get it Anderson!” That one was from the ever eloquent Noah Puckerman.

“Wanky,” came the last exclamation from Santana, but she sounded impressed and Kurt was shocked to find a small swell of pride bubble up in him.

“Oh my god,” Kurt moaned, burying his face in Blaine’s shoulder. When he pulled back, Blaine looked like he was waiting for Kurt to react before speaking. Kurt rolled his eyes a little and turned around. He stood up and took the single step toward Santana before snatching the scarf back from her and delicately rewrapping it around his neck. Santana also looked like she was waiting for a response and for some reason Kurt was feeling bold.

He looked her straight in the eye.

“Well, can you really say you’re surprised?” he challenged with a smug grin and a raised eyebrow.

Santana nodded appreciatively.

“Wanky,” she repeated and sat down, satisfied.

When Kurt turned back around, he saw Blaine trying to ignore Puck’s fist bump, a little red faced but slightly pleased with himself.

Kurt sighed.

“just do it Blaine, as long as I get my turn next time you walk in here limping.”