Kurt was stuck spending his Saturday, not at the mall with Mercedes or the movies with Rachel, but sitting at the front desk of his dad's shop. Well he wasn't sitting, there wasn't a chair. He was standing, and he will be standing until five when he was free to go. The first few hours of the day he had to answer calls, sign in customers, and make coffee runs for the mechanics.

10:55 AM

Kurt went around taking lunch orders for everyone. He then drove down to the sandwich shop and was back a while later with everyone's food. The shop always reached a standstill at lunch time. Bored out of his mind, Kurt ate his lunch at the front desk. He was leaning over the counter, poking his salad with his fork, when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him and soft lips pepper the shell of his ear. Kurt stiffened and looked down, there was nothing touching him. The grip tightened as he felt an entire body press against his back. Kurt whipped around, looking for an intruder, but there was no one. He knew that it was The Phantom.
At work! Really? He asked himself.
It seemed his sudden movement scared the mysterious stranger away. He ate the rest of his lunch undisturbed.

3:00 PM

Kurt handed the final appointment's keys back to them. Once he finished filing the paperwork, he was free to go. He was so tired that he just wanted to go home and sleep. Kurt wouldn't say he was careless, but he definitely half-assed his work. He did just enough not to mess up his dad's files.

4:37 PM

Kurt walked in the door of his house. He finished early and his dad let him leave. Kurt felt grimy from being at the shop all day. He headed up to his private bathroom for a shower. He took his time, making sure to really let the hot water ease every muscle. When he got out, he didn't even bother getting dressed yet. The house was empty. He pulled on his white cotton robe and tied the belt tightly. He went to his closet and started picking out his clothes for the next day. He felt the robe fall open slightly. Confused, Kurt looked down to see the belt was untied. He retied it even tighter than before and continued to search his closet. Once again he felt the robe fall open. Kurt felt like he was going crazy. He tied it again and double knotted the belt. He gave up on his closet and moved over to his dirty clothes and put them in the hamper. As he bent over he felt the robe fall off his shoulders and slip down his back. Before Kurt could react, he felt a ghostly body wrap around him. The Phantom placed its hands on Kurt's hips pulling him back slightly. Kurt felt himself flush against another body as The Lips left light feathery kisses along his neck and upper back. He then felt invisible hips press against him and, oh! The Phantom was a male, for sure! Kurt moaned as he felt the unseen erection pressed against his ass. As The Phantom continued to rock against him, it (he) reached his hand around to Kurt's hardening dick. Kurt's voice caught in his throat as he experienced the most erotic moment he had ever known. He used his hands to lean forward and grip the counter of his bureau. The new angle only encouraged The Phantom, as the speed and pressure increased. He felt a familiar tightening in his lower abdomen and in his balls as he came harder than he ever had in his life. With that, The Phantom disappeared, leaving Kurt hunched over, breathless, and in need of another shower.
"Wait," he called out in a raspy voice, "Who are you?"

7:30 PM

Kurt ate dinner in near silence, barely answering any of his dad's and Carloe's questions. He made some excuse about having a lot of homework and went up to lock himself in his room. He paced his floor trying to process what had been going on these past few days.
He reflected on what he knew. He knew The Phantom had the abilty to undress him, he knew it was a male; he could feel that! He knew that The Phantom had a voice, Kurt heard his laugh before and he swore he heard him groan during his visit earlier that night. Why couldn't just know The Phantom's name? What he looked like? When he was around? Why Kurt?

9:46 PM

Kurt went to bed early. He tired himself out with his over analysis of The Phantom. As he drifted off into REM, he heard a whisper. It only said one thing:
"My name is Blaine."