thirty days of writing: you know my coffee order? (kurtbastian)
plot twist: sam uses klaine quotes to write about kurtbastian. please don't hate me
#4 order
Sebastian hates his job.
No, that's not true. Sebastian likes working to make his own money. He doesn't even mind the hubbub of the Lima Bean every morning, six days a week. What he does mind is the people. Or really, the person.
Each day at precisely 9:26, the drive-through gets an order for a medium mocha latte. Nonfat, non-dairy creamer. And one packet of Splenda. The guy was a stickler (and a regular), so as the newbie, the task was left to Sebastian.
Everyone was surprised when he got the order perfect on the first try; they chalked it up to beginner's luck. That is until Sebastian always made The Latte Guy's drink perfectly. So well, in fact, he'd started tipping them.
Sebastian enjoys the praise for being the coffee connoisseur, but it's still a pain in the ass to get the coffee perfect every time. So on Friday, when 9:26 came and went without the order, Sebastian thinks he's in the clear.
At half past ten, he sees none other than Kurt Hummel walking in, hips swaying in his tight-clad slate-blue pants. "Kurt."
He looks up from his place in line. "Hello, Sebastian," he replies. "You work here?"
"Yeah. What do you want to drink?" Kurt glances to the two people in front of him, who are now glaring in Sebastian's direction. "It's fine; I'll make your drink and take my break with you."
"And if I don't want you to?" Kurt asks.
"Then I guess I won't be paying for your coffee this morning," Sebastian says with a wink.
Kurt muses, "Well, that seems fair." He smiles. "Medium mocha latte."
"'Kay."
"Wait. Medium latte. Mocha. Nonfat, non-dairy creamer and one Splenda. So help you, Sebastian, if you use real sugar, I will know."
"Holy shit."
"Oh, please. It's not that hard. I order the drink everyday and it comes out just fine!" Kurt spits out. He pauses for a moment before adding, "Well, except Sundays. It never tastes quite right on Sundays."
"That's because I don't work on Sundays."
Kurt raises a questioning brow. "What the hell does your work schedule have to do with my coffee?"
"I make your coffee everyday, you nut."
"You?" Sebastian nods. "You make my coffee?"
"Don't sound so surprised."
"I'm not!" Sebastian gives Kurt an incredulous look. "Okay, I am, but also impressed. You're excellent at it."
"Why, thank you. Now let me make your insanely specific coffee, so you can tell me about all the other things I'm excellent at."
Kurt scoffs.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did you not want me to make your coffee?" Sebastian says cheekily, pretending to throw the cup away.
"No! You're perfect at everything you do, Bas. Especially making my coffee order."
"That's what I thought you said."