To - Seb

Meet me in the Starbucks on 2nd in 30?

From - Seb

Finally feel like talking to me babe? Knew you would. See you there.

Blaine scoffed at Sebastian's reply, and didn't grace it with a reply of his own. He hated how Sebastian assumed they were okay. They weren't. They really weren't. He was about to break up with his boyfriend in a Starbucks. Man, he was going to look like a douche.

20 minutes later, Blaine was sat in Starbucks with his medium drip and Sebastian's medium latte.
"Hey babe." Blaine heard from behind him.
"Sebastian." he replied shortly. "I've got your latte."
"Thanks Blainey," Blaine openly cringed at the nickname. "I'm glad you came around so quickly, I knew you couldn't stay away for long. I was hoping I could move my stuff into your apartment tomorrow. And then christen the place." Sebastian added with a wink.
"Sebastian, I..."
"The asshole next door is really pissing me off, I think he's running a whore-house in there. So the sooner I'm out, the..."
"No."
"Better. What?!"
"I don't want you moving into my apartment Bastian."
"Why not?!" Sebastian exclaimed "We agreed months ago! You know, when my FATHER cut me off."
"Because I'm breaking up with you." He said, looking down at his coffee cup, as if it was the Mona Lisa.
"Pardon?!" Sebastian was outraged.
"I'm breaking up with you Sebastian." Blaine said, with more confidence, looking Sebastian right in the eye.
"I heard you. Is this because of that kid? What was it? Furt? Burt?" he said snidely. "What's he said to you?!" He continued, defensively.
"Kurt. And nothing. Why? Is there something he should have told me?"
"No. That KID shouldn't say anything to you. At all. He should stay away from my boyfriend."
"First things first, as of 5 minutes ago, I'm your EX! Secondly, you're trying to push him away. Like you did with everyone else. My brother, my friends, EVERYONE. And it's not going to work this time. You have nothing to do with me anymore. And thirdly, he's my student. He can't not come to my lesson because my EX is so much of a douche that he doesn't let me have friends or, apparently, students.
Their raised voices were beginning to attract attention from nearby tables.
"You can't have a student as your fuck buddy Blaine!"
"He's not my fuck buddy. He's my student!" He said, his voice hushed, conscious of the stares they were attracting. "Get over yourself!"
"Get over myself?! Why don't you! You think you're so good because you work at NYADA, but you're not. You're nothing without me, you're worthless! Always have been, always will."
"Leave Sebastian." Blaine growled through gritted teeth. He wasn't going to let Sebastian get to him, he knew what happened when he did, he would give in, and they'd be together again. He didn't need that.
"It's not your place. I can go wherever I - argh!" Sebastian was cut off by boiling hot mocha being poured over his head.
"He said leave. Now go." A voice gnarled.
Sebastian stood up and bent over to talk in Blaine's ear. "You'll come crawling back Anderson. I know it." He smirked, before strutting out the door, ignoring the stares and laughs aimed at him.
"Blaine?"
"I -er- thank you Kurt."