Kurt and Blaine are at the Lima Bean, where Kurt is despondent over his chances at getting into NYADA now that he lost as senior class president and he’s pretty sure New Directions isn’t going to get a second shot at Nationals.
“Rachel and I might as well get used to barista work and summer stock,” he tells his sympathetic sweetie. “There’s no way we’re getting into NYADA now. If we don’t win at Sectionals, I pretty much have nothing to live for.”
“New Directions is a mess,” Blaine agrees. “We’re going to lose, Kurt. And I can’t do a thing about it. Every time I open my mouth, Finn gives me these looks like, ‘What does he think he’s doing?’ I know what I’m doing.” You go, Blaine! Yes, you do!
And then who should appear but my least favorite Warbler – in fact, the only Warbler I’d like to drown – Sebastian Smythe. He slithers into the seat next to Blaine’s, says he’d been checking this guy out from across the room when he realized it was him, and then asks, “What’s up, guy? I haven’t seen you online.” Because he blocked you, Seb. Take a hint.
Kurt says they’ve been busy practicing for Sectionals, and Blaine says, “Congrats on the Warbler win at your sectionals.” Sebastian smarms back, “Well, if there’s one guy who can whip New Directions into a legitimate threat, it’s Blaine Anderson, right?”
“Right,” Blaine says, standing up. “I need another coffee.”
He walks off, and Kurt gives Sebastian an enigmatic little smile. “I don’t like you,” he says pleasantly.
“Fine,” Sebastian says. “I don’t like you either.” He pronounces it “eye-ther,” which is just so pretentious.
Kurt ignores him. “I don’t like the way you talk to my boyfriend. I don’t like your smirky little meerkat face. I don’t like your obnoxious CW hair. I’m onto you.”
Sebastian gives a feral grin. “Let’s get a few things straight. Blaine’s too good for you. New Directions is a joke. And one of us has a hard-luck case of the gay face, and it ain’t me. Odds are by the end of the school year, I’ll have Blaine, and a Nationals trophy, and you’ll have khakis and a Lima Bean apron, and that gay face.”
Kurt laughs, seeming genuinely amused as he delivers the final blow. “You smell like Craigslist.”
Blaine sits down. “What are you guys talking about?”
“The next time we’re all going out drinking, killer,” Sebastian lies, laughing. Killer? Oh god. “Well, I’ve gotta run.” He smirks at Kurt. “You take care of that Warbler.”