Broken

XXVII

POV: Kurt

Blaine and my coffee date, which I had completely forgotten about until the day of, was just about the most normal thing happening this week.

We had agreed to meet at the coffee shop, so after I got ready I walked down there. Despite the fact that I was about five minutes early, Blaine was already there waiting for me.

I took a deep breath and entered the shop, sitting down in the chair across from Blaine. "Hi, Blaine," I greeted softly.

He smiled widely upon seeing me. "Good morning, Kurt." He nodded down at the coffee cup in front of me. "A grande non-fat mocha for you."

I blinked, surprised. "You know my coffee order?"

He blushed slightly. "I may have asked Sebastian's little sister for some help with that."

At the mention of Sebastian, my heart immediately falls. "Thank you."

He must notice my change in tone, because he looks worried.

"Are you okay, Kurt?"

I haven't been asked that in a long time. Am I okay? I mean... I've been better. I'm afraid to be alone with one other person.

No. No, I am not okay, I distance myself from everyone out of fear and I didn't realize until I became close with Sebastian how much I need people, but now he's gone. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He doesn't look convinced. "Kurt, you can tell me, you know that right?"

"Yeah, it's just... Sebastian's kind of a sore subject right now. You know, with all that happened."

He nods sympathetically. "I'm sorry for bringing all that up. Let's stay on lighter subjects, shall we?"

I smile slightly. "That sounds nice."

We talk about several light-hearted subjects through the morning, but I still can't shake the feeling that this is wrong. It's all so convenient, so perfect, I can't help but feel I'm being tricked.

"What time is it?" I ask, seeing the lack of shadows outside.

He checks his watch, eyes widening. "It's one. Where does the time go?"

"I don't know. We should probably head back to Dalton soon, though."

"Yeah, if I stay here one minute longer I'm going to order another coffee and I won't be able to sleep tonight," he agrees. I chuckle softly, and he looks inexplicably happy.

We head outside and start walking back to Dalton in silence.

At one point I see his eyes flicker down to where my hands are swinging slightly at me sides. Fearing he'll get an idea, just because I didn't let go of his hand when we were in the hospital, I put my hands in my pockets.

He looks slightly disappointed but tries to hide it, and I immediately know this was a bad idea. I don't want to lead him on, I'm not ready for a relationship. After what happened, I don't think I ever will be.

Yet, somehow, I find myself agreeing to another one before we head back to our dorms.

That damn Dalton boy charm.