Warbler Kurt

Coffee date and memories

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Kurt arrived back at Dalton with Wes and David, the three making it just in time for dinner. The three laughed and joked, taking their normal seats at the Warblers table. Kurt took at his phone and saw that he had received a new text message from Blaine.

Would you like to grab coffee at the Lima Bean tomorrow after school?

Kurt chuckled at Blaine's formal text message, but he was beaming internally. He liked Blaine, he made him happy. And Kurt decided that he deserved some happiness.

I would love to. - K xx

He smiled as he got a near instant reply.

I can't wait. -B

Blaine was slightly freaking out. He had sent that text nearly two hours ago and still no response. They were probably wrong and he doesn't like me. He is probably freaking out, trying to find a way to let me down easy.

Blaine sighed in frustration and flopped onto his bead. Then he heard a familiar tone, signaling he had got a message.

I would love to. - K xx

Blaine quickly replied, but then reopened Kurt's text. He couldn't help but obsess over the two x's. What did they mean?

Kurt's day seemed to be going slower than ever. He had a pop quiz in AP US History and had to give an oral presentation in French. French wasn't too bad since he was practically fluent, but he just couldn't wait for his coffee date with Blaine.

He headed off to Warblers practice when he felt a hand fall onto his shoulder. He turned around and saw Cameron standing there. Cameron was slightly taller than Kurt, with short brown hair and chocolate eyes.

"Hi, Kurt," he said bashfully.

Kurt tried to smile but it came as sort of a grimace.

"Hello, Cameron."

"So, I was wondering, if, maybe after Warblers practice you would maybe like to go-"

"I'm sorry Cameron, but I have a date."

Kurt watched as the boy face fell, a flicker of jealousy in his eyes.

"Oh."

They stood there awkwardly for a minute, before Kurt adjusted his bag and walked into the meeting room. He smiled at his fellow Warblers before taking his seat on the small blue couch in the far left of the room.

The rest of the room watched Cameron walk in with his usual defeated look. But it was slightly different. There was also bitterness in his eyes, for not only was he turned down but Kurt had said yes to someone else.

David and Wes sent a questioningly look to Kurt who simply shook his head.

"Attention Warblers, there is something we would like to show you."

Kurt looked up at Wes questioningly. What is he up to?

"You see," David remarked, "Wes and I recently took a trip down to Lima, the home of our very own countertenor. And while we were there, we met our competition, McKinley's New Directions."

Kurt was getting scared now; he had no idea what they were hinting at.

"And they were nice enough to send us videos of Kurt's previous performances. We feel it would be very beneficial to our club to watch some of them."

Kurt's eyes widened.

"Oh, no I don't think that is necessary!"

But Wes and David just turned on the projector and the clips began to run.