A/N: Scott Pilgrim-based fic. The 7 evil exes are as follows: Luke Graham [see If You Leave], Dan Milstead [see Telephone], Derek Reese [see Anything Goes and You and Me], Brittany Pierce, Tyler Mitchell [bit part in Teenage Suicide: Don't Do It], Troy Grant [see Not While I'm Around], and Sebastian Smythe.
Westerville, Ohio, modern day: Blaine Anderson was sitting with his friends Wes Montgomery, Thad Harwood, Nick Duval, and Jeff Sterling in a coffee shop, watching the many passersby.
"God, this place is so boring," Blaine grumbled.
"Got that right," Nick agreed, sipping his coffee. "It's like no one exciting ever comes through here."
Jeff sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes. "Can we go back to Dalton, Nicky? I'm tired," he said.
"Jeffy, it's only five-thirty. We have three hours until curfew, what are we gonna do?" Nick asked. Just then someone new did walk into the Lima Bean: a boy, probably 16 or 17, tall, slender, perfectly clear skin, and glasz eyes. Blaine watched the boy move gracefully towards the counter.
"Hi, one grande non-fat mocha, please," the voice of an angel spoke to the barista.
"Oh my God," Blaine muttered.
"Ooh, Blainers has a new crush," Jeff teased.
"Shut up, Jeff," Blaine said absently.
"Yeah, shut up, Jeffrey," Nick smirked; Jeff smacked him on the shoulder.
"Stop it, the both of you," Wes ordered. "You're acting like children."
"I think that's because we're still children," Jeff said.
The barista handed the boy his coffee and the boy went to sit down; Blaine couldn't take his eyes off of him. He even sat in an elegant way, legs crossed and hands at the knee.
"Blaine? Hello, Blaine, are you there?" Thad asked, waving his hand in front of Blaine's face.
"Sorry, yeah…what-what did you say?" Blaine snapped out of his reverie and faced the four grinning boys.
"Blaine, go talk to him," Jeff urged.
"No, I'll just look like a dork," Blaine protested.
"You are a dork, Blaine, but you can't help that," Nick quipped. "Although I think your love for A Very Potter Musical may have a lot to do with that. Now go." Blaine stood up hesitantly and walked towards the beautiful boy.
"Hey," he mumbled.
"Hi, I'm Kurt, Kurt Hummel. What's your name?" the boy asked. Kurt Hummel, what a name, Blaine thought.
"Oh, um, I'm Blaine Anderson," Blaine said with a small blush. "A-are you new here?"
"Yep, just transferred to Dalton Academy from McKinley High because of some personal issues and I'm hoping Dalton is better," Kurt replied.
"I go to Dalton and so do my friends over there," Blaine said excitedly, nodding his head to the table from where the others waved.
"That's nice," Kurt said absently, sipping his mocha. His phone vibrated and he checked it; his face turned dark. Blaine backed away slightly. "Uh, Blaine, can I be alone for a moment?" he asked.
"Y-yeah, sure," Blaine replied, hurrying back to his table. He watched as Kurt texted someone, still looking a little wound up. Hitting send, Kurt put his head down on the table. "Kurt, are you okay?" Blaine called. Kurt looked up and nodded quickly before dashing out of the coffee shop.
"Something's going on," Wes murmured and Blaine nodded. It was then he noticed that Kurt had left his phone behind; Blaine grabbed it and ran out after Kurt.
"Kurt?" Blaine yelled. "Shit," he muttered when no one answered. He looked down at the phone where a new text message was coming through; the sender's ID said "Sebastian Smythe". Blaine looked around uneasily before hitting "view now".
"Kurt, it's never over. You can't get away from me that easily, trust me. You know that I will find you and we'll be together forever. XX-Seb" Blaine pocketed the phone without a second thought and made sure to return it to Kurt the next time he saw him.