Blaine had seen him coming from the moment he entered the coffee shop and bided his time silently pleading to whatever was up there for Kurt not to come towards him. (He did, of course, because the universe clearly had it out for him.) He was decked out in no less than four layers of designer armor, a look he hadn't seen him in since high school. Fantastic. Things were already crappy enough without dealing with the razor sharp insults and painted on jeans that made up Kurt Hummel. Ugh.
He took a shaky breath, staring down at his coffee cup for a full minute before meeting Kurt's gaze with a pitiful smile. "Brenden's.. not my boyfriend. He made that pretty clear."