A few minutes later Sebastian and I step inside the small cafe. It's smells like sugar and lavender inside, and is decorated with small circular tables and glass cases filled with pastries. This place is much nicer then The Lima Bean, I think to myself. Sebastian leads me to one of the tables and pulls out a stool for me to sit down. I blush and sit. Sebastian seems so nice, I really can't understand why a few of the guys were saying to watch out for him earlier. Soon a woman with dark hair and a thick French accent comes to our table.
"Bonjour messieurs, mon nom est Chloe. Qu'est ce que je peux vous servir?"
I have no clue what she's saying and look to Sebastian for help. But he doesn't look lost at all, instead he replies in perfect French. He orders us both something, but I have no clue what. Chloe, our server, nods and walks away.
I turn to Sebastian.
"I didn't know you could speak French." I say.
"There's a lot you don't know about me Kurt." He responds simply.
I'm not sure what to say to that, so instead I just nod and look down at my hands. I notice they are shaking a little and shove them in my pockets before Sebastian sees.
"So I noticed you were a little lost in science today, you should come to my house after school, I'll help you study."
I find myself saying yes before I could even think about it. Today is Friday, and dad and I always have dinner together on Friday. It was a tradition started by my mom, and I know it would break my dad's heart if I skipped it tonight. But I simply can't say no to Sebastian, to his handsome face and dark hair. To his beautiful eyes and, oh shit I'm staring at him again. But then I realize he's staring at me, too, but I'm not sure if that's better or worse. I find myself wondering yet again whether he's gay. I decide to just man up and ask him.
"So, uh, Sebastian, are you..." I get nervous then and stop, but he responds anyway.
"Gay? Yes, I am." He says with a small laugh.
I feel my cheeks flush and say nothing. I must have been obviously staring at him if he knew exactly what I was going to ask.
Luckily our server comes with our coffees then and breaks the silence. She hands me a big shallow cup with a creamy coffee in it. It smells delicious. Sebastian gets a narrower mug with what looks like black coffee inside. I'm glad I have milk in mine, and smile when I realize he knows what kind of coffee I like. Chloe hands us each some sort of small sandwich. I try to thank her, but remember that I don't speak French. Luckily Sebastian covers for me and thanks her. I start to eat my sandwich, suddenly very hungry. Then I notice Sebastian hasn't touched his and slow down, slightly embarrassed. I feel like all day all I have been is flustered and embarrassed, but I guess that better then bullied and tossed in dumpsters. None of the kids at Dalton have said a single mean thing to me, asked about my sexuality, or hurt me at all. That's definitely an improvement from McKinley.
Sebastian starts saying something then, but I can't really pay attention. Instead I'm noticing how he sits up so straight, it's just something small, but I feel like it's just another way that shows how confident he is. I wish I could be that way. I used to pretend to be that way at McKinley, but eventually the bullying got to me and I couldn't take it anymore. I let my guard down, stopped trying to pretend that I didn't care. That's when the bullying got even worse, which made me depressed and get anxiety. I was coming home every day with black eyes or bruises around my rib cage from Karofsky punching me. Him and the rest of the football team would beat me up on a daily basis, or throw me in the dumpster before school, or find another way to make my life miserable. They would tease me about being gay, telling me to go back in the closet and never come out. Rachel was really my only friend, but even she did nothing about it. It got to the point where I didn't want to go to school, or to Rachel's house, I didn't even want to come out of my room. That's when my dad pulled me out of McKinley and had me transfer to Dalton. And now here I am. Sipping coffee with by far the best looking guy I've ever met. With no sign of the football team anywhere around, I can actually breathe here. I'm finally happy for the first time in three years.
