Shatter Me {Klaine}

𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓮

Kurt was sitting in his car in a filled parking lot, pulling out his phone to reread the text Blaine had sent.

Blaine
Breadstix at 5:45. Just ask a
waiter to lead you to table 6
where I'll be waiting for you.

After reading the text, he looked at the time. 5:43. He wasn't late. Thank the gods that I don't even believe in. He then got out of the car and put his phone in the back pocket of his light blue skinny jeans. Walking into the building, the first thing he saw was a waiter approach him.

"Name of the person reserving a table?" The waiter asked.

"Blaine Anderson." The waiter nodded and pointed to table 6. When Kurt reached the table, Blaine was nowhere to be found. In his stead, there was an envelope on the table. He opened the envelope and slowly pulled out a note.

Kurt.
Go to the place where we kissed.

Really? He thought to himself. Has he really planned for me to go to his ex girlfriend's house? He shrugged and went out of the restaurant, clutching the note in his left had. He knew that he had to trust Blaine. He knew what he was doing.

*

According to Kurt's phone, it was 5:57 when he was standing on the porch of the Lopez house, ready to knock on the door, which he did. After about a minute, the door opened to reveal a smirking Santana.

"Well, well, well. Are my eyes mistaking something, or is the Lady Hummel really knocking on my door?" She asked with a wide, mocking grin. Kurt rolled his eyes.

"Is Blaine here by any chance?" Santana put on her boots and grabbed her coat, pulling on the pieces of clothing before finding her scarf that she oddly enough didn't put on, but held it in her hand as she walked outside, standing next to him, before closing the door behind her.

"Nope. He's somewhere else. He made me promise to take you there." Kurt frowned, while following the Latina who was walking to the driver's side of his car.

"Chill, Lady. I'm not going to crash." She chuckled at Kurt as he was still frowning while he opened the door to the passenger side of his car and got inside. "Here." Santana said and handed him the scarf. "It's the closest thing I can get to a blindfold. Now, put it on and give me the keys."

"Why do I need a blindfold?" He looked at her as she held out her hand, waiting for him to give her the car keys. "Are you trying to kidnap me or something?"

"Are you exposing me now, Hummel?" She giggled. "No, just trust me on this one. Trust Blaine. You have no idea how much he has been talking about this date and planned every little detail. I've even wanted to rip off my ears to stop listening to him. Now, give me the keys, we can't keep your lover boy waiting." She smirked at him, but Kurt kept a stone cold expression as he handed her the keys before putting on the blindfold.

*

"You can take off the blindfold in exactly one minute." Santana said, helping Kurt out of the car. "I gotta go, here are your keys." He felt the keys get placed in his hands. After putting them in his pocket, he heard footsteps. Santana is probably leaving me. He then did as he was told and started counting to sixty, so he could finally take of the stupid blindfold.

52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 58, 59, 60. When he took off the blindfold, he blinked a few times to make his eyes get used to the light of the street lamps in front of the familiar coffee shop. So he dragged me all across Lima just to go to the Lima Bean? As Santana said, he should trust Blaine, and he did when he entered the shop. When the barista saw him, she held up a cup and called: