The cheerleader’s eyes narrowed. He probably had a point. Lack of options aside, even Kurt couldn’t quite possibly deny the local Starbucks had begun to aim for mediocre. ❛ You were obviously trying to get my attention. ❜
Blaine was growing increasingly flustered. The McKinley Cheerio never failed to make his insides twist up and his fingers ache to curl into a fist he could beat against a punching bag because he secretly hated being made to feel like this. No matter how hard he tried to brush it off with nonchalance? Kurt’s attitude always busted past those carefully constructed barriers he put around his very well practiced air of confidence and self-esteem where it nipped and picked at a part of him he wished he wasn’t there. Frustration twisted to anger should be easier. Come on, Blaine. Just make it happen. “No. I wasn’t. See? That’s the thing Kurt. I didn’t even realize you were here.” Liar. “I wouldn’t have noticed you if you didn’t go out of your way to make sure I heard your discontent. So.. Who was trying to get who’s attention? You tell me.”
pianokeysandbowties 