leave my heart out of this | kurtbastian

ii. please don't be in love with someone else

note: Jeremiah uses he/they pronouns.

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AS SOON AS KURT SENDS THE TEXT to Sebastian, he dusts himself off and steps out of the bathroom stall. No response from yet, but that isn't what's worrying him right now. He's more worried about Blaine. There's the matter of his best friend sitting outside in the coffee shop right now, tucked away in their corner, worrying his ass off about where Kurt is—well...only if the other person that Blaine was so attentively talking to is gone.

It's likely that the person Blaine was so enthusiastically chatting to is still plopped down there in Kurt's spot in their corner. It takes several moments of deep breaths and cold water to the face for him to feel somewhat come and level-headed. Almost all of his willpower is spent on preventing himself from bursting into tears again. He knows that he needs to look like he hasn't spent the last few minutes curled up on the floor of a bathroom stall floor, crying his eyes out. As quick and efficient as he can be, he tries to make his eyes less puffy and not look so frazzled.

Gripping the sink, he sucks in and holds a breath until the count of eight. To the best of his ability, he's trying to mentally prepare himself. He knows he can handle this—hopefully...?

It shouldn't matter to him who's sitting there with Blaine because it's him that made this meet up their thing. No one should be able to stop them from having a good time. But it does bother Kurt because he knows that he wants to be the person that Blaine is into. He's known Blaine for years, seen him through his highs and lows. There is something between, a connection, a bond where they only understand what was truly going on with each other.

In every way that Kurt can think of, they should be the together; the ideal couple, the friends to lovers that maintains their relationship for years on end. No matter what happens, the universe doesn't seem willing to give that to him.

But he can't worry about this right now, he has a best friend to see and a possible offer for help to deal with later. He straightens up, adjusts his bag strap, runs a quick hand through his hair to put it in place, and yanks open the door.

As he heads toward their table, he feels his heart beat quicker and his breathing become inconsistent again. No, he thinks, stopping to order a new coffee and catch his breath. You need to maintain a strong facade. Be strong, Hummel. Come on!

He gets his coffee and marches over to the table in a rhythm that helps him to focus his feelings. Sure enough when he gets to the table, the other person that Blaine was talking to is still there. It appears they have no intentions of leaving given how comfortable they look.

Kurt swallows down the cry of pain lodging itself in his throat and stops between the two of them. The person sitting across from his best friend is Jeremiah—someone Blaine's been interested in for months. There have been numerous attempts to impress Jeremiah—dance numbers, surprise gifts, messengers, poems. The whole romancing enchilada.

"Hey, Blaine, Jeremiah," he says, minding how his tone comes out. It takes all his self control to not grit his teeth. Now, for the record, he adores Jeremiah. They're a wonderful human being and a great friend, but it's just hard for Kurt to see Blaine with someone else. Even if that someone else is someone he likes.

Blaine looks up from his conversation, eyes sparkling with excitement. "Kurt! There you are! I was starting to wonder if you'd ditched me."

"Me? Never!" Kurt says, placing a hand over his heart in mock hurt. "I got a little preoccupied. Sorry for not texting or anything."

Blaine dismisses it with a wave of his hand. "No big deal. Jeremiah and I were just talking while I waited for you."

Kurt's gaze snaps over to him—Jeremiah. "Lovely, thank you for sitting with Blaine. Are you going to be joining us or...."