"So. They actually taught you how to read at that public school, huh?" a snide voice said over Kurt's shoulder.

His stomach flopped and anger ripped through him. He put his book down and looked up as Sebastian strode around his table at the Lima Bean and took the seat opposite him. The tall brunette smirked at Kurt and looked him over, his expression saying he was found lacking.

"Nobody asked you to sit down, Smith," Kurt responded haughtily, his eyebrow high in the air. Childish as it was, he'd mispronounced the imbecile's name on purpose.

"That's Smythe, Kurtsie. Sebastian Smythe. Just ask Blaine, he knows all there is to know about me. Just like I know things about Blaine."

"You know nothing about my boyfriend, you little weasel. And stay away from Blaine," Kurt warned him. He was so filled with rage at this guys expression alone, he could throw his extra hot, fat free mocha at the guy without hesitating.

Sebastian sat forward, a spiteful grin spreading across his thin mouth. "I happen to know that Blaine would love to go all the way, but sweet little Kurt is too scared to fuck. And you claim to love, him," he said, shaking his head in mock disappointment.

Kurt froze, his face paling. Did Blaine really say that to Sebastian? Given away his deepest fear and shame in himself? He couldn't believe Blaine would betray such an intimate trust.

"You seem surprised, Kurt," Sebastian continued, leaning back in his chair, a satisfied look on his face.

"Blaine would never tell you anything like that," Kurt said, his tone full of quiet venom. He had to trust Blaine.

"Your pasty white skin tells me you think otherwise. Poor Blaine. So full of unmet needs. There has to be someone willing to take care of him. I just happen to know someone who would be perfect for the job," he retorted smoothly.

Kurt found himself suddenly standing and leaning towards the other man. "You keep the hell away from my boyfriend, do you hear me, you pathetic loser? Just because your parents don't love you and you can't keep a boyfriend, doesn't mean you can take mine," Kurt hissed at him.

Sebastian's expression sank, his face suddenly vulnerable. Kurt hesitated in his diatribe.

"Kurt, how could you do this?"

Kurt closed his eyes then turned to see Blaine standing behind him, his face shocked and disappointed.

"Blaine, you don't know what he has been saying to me," Kurt said evenly, walking toward his boyfriend.

Blaine took a step back, his hand in the air.

"All I was doing was sharing how much I needed you as a friend, Blaine. I was trying to make some peace so I didn't have to lose the only friend I have," Sebastian's tone held just the right amount of anguish.

"Sebastian, could you excuse us please, so I can talk to Kurt in private?" Blaine asked, his voice quiet.

"Sure, Blaine. Call me later, you know, if you still want to hang out," Sebastian replied. He walked by and clapped Blaine on the shoulder.

Kurt watched him walk toward the door and just before he went through, he turned back to Kurt with a wide grin and winked. Of course Blaine didn't see and at this point there was no point in bringing it up.

Blaine stared at him for a minute before turning and going to the counter to order his coffee. Kurt sat down, taking a deep swallow of his own to try and calm his nerves. Blaine was pissed. This was not going to be pretty.

A couple very long minutes later, Blaine came up to him. "Will you walk outside with me, please?"

"Of course," Kurt said, pulling his coat on and grabbing his coffee. They walked silently outside and stood next to Blaine's car.

Kurt knew he might only have one chance to get out the truth, so he took a deep breath and began, fighting to keep his voice calm. "Sebastian came in and sat down and told me you told him I didn't want to... to have sex with you because I'm too scared. I chose not to believe you would tell him something that personal. Then he said that he would be more than willing to meet any, um, needs you might have. I got angry, naturally, and that is when you walked in. Sebastian was making no attempt to be friends, Blaine, you have to believe me."

"I did tell him that, Kurt," Blaine announced.

"What? How could you do this? Why would you share something so personal?" Kurt felt like he'd been punched.

"Why did you tell Mercedes that you were worried I would get more solos in New Directions than you?" Blaine asked, his expression still eerily calm.

"I was mostly joking, you know I've had jealousy issues about that before. And I told Mercedes because she is my friend," Kurt said.

"And I shared something that has been bothering me, with my friend." Blaine's face suddenly lit with anger. "I don't know why you think it is so wrong that I would have a friend of my own. All the guys in New Directions are still your friends, Kurt. They all have close ties to you. Sebastian is someone I met on my own, that I built a friendship with. What, you get to have friends and I don't? How the hell is that any kind of fair?" His voice was loud and his fury ripped at Kurt's heart.

"Of course you should have friends, Blaine," Kurt cried, his hands shaking around his coffee. He felt fear stir in his stomach. "But Sebastian is a completely different person when you aren't around! He is vindictive and mean, why else would he offer to be the person who could satisfy you?"

"Maybe he was trying to make a point, Kurt. Maybe he is trying to let you know that he can be there for me as a friend, to hear things I need to talk about," Blaine bit back.

"There is no way he was referring to only talk," Kurt began, his ire breaking through.

"Grow up, Kurt! I am allowed to have friends whether you like them or not," he yelled.

Kurt had never heard him shout and he suddenly felt nauseous. "Blaine, please, if you could just see..."

"It's you who doesn't see, Kurt. You don't see anything. I need to be alone," Blaine said, suddenly looking sad. He got in his car and drove away.

Kurt stood there watching until Blaine's car disappeared. He was still there when an SUV honked, wanting the spot he was standing in. Walking woodenly to his car, he sat behind the wheel and stared out the windshield. There was no concept of time passing until he realized the sun had set. He reached for his coffee and when it wasn't there, he looked around for it only to realize it was nowhere to be found. Sticking the keys in the ignition, he pulled out, running over his cup of coffee that had dropped out of his shocked hands and rolled away into the parking lot.