Kurt's middle name is Elizabeth, he took ballet when he was a kid, his dad is his hero, his favorite song is 'Come What May' and he says that singing that to someone is more intimate than... intimacy, and he's not a morning person.

Why in Christ's name are you texting me at 6 in the morning?

It's 6:39

Is the sun even up yet?

Barely. I'm watching it peak out through the trees.

You are outside, dressed, and walking around at the ass crack of dawn? You my friend are a robot.

I am not a robot.

You're a something unnatural. College students are supposed to be in bed clinging to their pillow right now because they just went to bed an hour ago.

You said you went to bed at like 11.

I did. But in general. It's Sunday. The day of rest Blaine!

LOL easy for you to say lazy bones. Carpe Diem Kurt!

You are much too chipper for me.

See? If I was there I could put on coffee for you.

If you were here I would punch you in your face and smother you with my pillow and pin you to this bed until you were unconscious.

Violent tendencies. Allow me to add that to your profile.

You're keeping a profile of me?

Yup.

And what else have I been so obvious about?

Kurt Hummel. Hopeless romantic. Daddy's boy. Hates mornings. Flexible. Triple threat. Sings like a dream. Survivor.

How do you know I'm flexible and can sing like a dream?

You're a dancer and you won nationals.

Oh yeah. I'm not doing so well with the whole dancing thing though. Need extra lessons. Apparently I'm the perfect cross between a near sighted white boy and a duck.

Harsh. Maybe someday I could give you lessons. It's all in the hips you know. ;)

I'm sure. Thanks for that at 6 in the BLOODY morning!

Are you British or just a closet BBC nerd?

No. I just acquire slang from people I'm around a lot.

I'll have to provide you some words then.

You'll have to be around.

Oh I plan on being around. Just wait and see. You can't get enough of me.

Sleeping now.

Boo.

Zzzzzz.

Sweet dreams.

Why are you awake so early anyway?

I thought you were sleeping?

My curiosity was peeked. I can't go back to sleep with my brain sitting here spinning thinking about you running around in some dapper red scarf with that brown suede coat.

Stalker :D

Your facebook photos are nice.

You'd get to see more of me if you friended me.

You could friend me you know

Not after your comments yesterday. Nope. I'm going to let you run the driver's seat in that department.

So Mr. Secretive goes out at the crack of dawn to practice his repartee on unsuspecting souls who were sleeping in order to best them in his search for omnipotence.

Hardly. I am a good fur daddy is all and thought I would grace you with a lovely picture of the morning you're missing..

Wow. That's stunning. Good morning.

It will be indeed. Get some sleep. We can talk later.

And with that I tucked my phone back in my pocket and headed back up to the house. It was a bit of a trek, and we stopped to get coffee at our usual spot before heading to the fourth floor of our walk up to the apartment.

Have I mentioned the permanent grin stuck to my face? No? Because yeah. I don't think I have ever smiled so much in my life. It was like when I walked my feet didn't even touch the ground. They say you just need one happy thought to fly, and this was mine.

But in reality, what was I doing. I have effectively been talking to this stranger for three days nearly non-stop. We've discussed our basic interests and his family, I kinda dodged when he asked about mine. I told him about my classes and school, my friends, my time at Dalton. He talked about Rachel and his other roommate, at least I think that's what she is Santana. His family, his dad and everything they've been through from losing his mom to thinking he lost him, and I could see how much Kurt leaned on his friends and family. He needed to stand on their shoulders to stay strong and tall and make his dreams within reach. They always say behind every great man is a great support system, and Kurt needed the approval of his friends and family. Or so it would seem.

I wondered if he was as lonely as I was. He was obviously missing something in his life to respond to my ad. Or he could just be really giving and want to share himself with someone else. Or maybe he could just use another guy in his life with similar interests. Someone to lean on who would understand more of him and his hopes and needs than his friends did. They were all on the same path and were rooting for each other I'm sure, but there's always a bit of competition between friends like that. At least that's what it was for me. I'd always loved the spotlight, but I never thought I could do what Kurt does. I don't have the support behind me. And instilling values and helping people seemed to come more naturally to me anyway. Might as well do that while focusing on the things I'm passionate about right? Like music. So I'd happily stand aside to let other people I care for shine. And seeing Kurt succeed was already something I was really invested in.

Maybe I was building this whole thing up in my head. My heart raced when my phone beeped and it was pretty much permanently attached to my hand. Which would be fun for racquet ball later this morning with Trent. Except not. Was I falling for him? How can you fall for someone you haven't even met, someone you've built up in your head.

No, that was crazy. I was having a friendly conversation getting to know some guy. It was nice. Granted it wasn't helping the whole Blaine you need to get out of the house thing, but I was talking to people. Baby steps right?

"Blaine Anderson have you lost your mind?"

"What?"

Trent's indignation had him frozen in the middle of the court staring at me with wide eyes, the little blue ball he was supposed to be keeping an eye sort of bounced around the room like a rabid, hyper chipmunk and eventually stopped. "You put an ad up on Craigslist in New York City and are talking to some guy who responded?"

"I don't understand why you're freaking out right now. He goes to NYADA. It's not a big deal."

"Dude! This guy could be an ax murdered living under a bridge plotting on how he's going to kidnap you and rape you then throw you in the Hudson."

"He's not going to kill me. We're just talking. I looked him up on facebook and stuff. He's legit."

I'm pretty sure smoke was coming out of the back of Trent's head now as he stared at me.

"Anyone could download some other guy's pictures and put them up on the internet. Anyone! I could make a Miley Cyrus facebook and tell everyone I'm a 14 year old girl and catch predators like Chris Hansen."

I sighed deep and rolled my eyes. I figured Wes would be the one to over react and Trent would be supportive. Boy was I wrong. "You are not catching any predators. It's not like we're going to meet up and run away together. It's just talking."

"Right. Get them to create an emotional connection with you and WHAM!" He smacked his hands together like an alligator's mouth closing so hard that I jumped a little from the surprise of it. Trent was normally so calm and cool and sweet. He wasn't this guy who got really animated and over the top. Realizing that he was this upset made me concerned, but a large part of me didn't want to stop. A large part of me was sort of infatuated with Kurt.

"Are you listening to me?"

"Yes!" I lied.

"Blaine. This is dangerous. I want to talk to this guy. You need an intervention. Wes and I are taking you out, no questions asked."

I scowled and crossed my arms over my chest, shaking my head in annoyance. "You're being ridiculous. Haven't you ever talked to someone on facebook or something before?"

"Yeah. People I met in real life, Blaine! I don't go out putting personal ads up requesting friends and talk to some freak."

"He's not some freak! Look, I'm not like you. I'm shy and nervous and I don't do well with groups and people and everything. This lets me—"

"Sit up in your apartment and never experience anything and be safe. I get what you're saying. But this has crossed over into a new level of scary, you need help."

"I don't need anything. I'm just talking to some guy."

Trent's look turned softer, more concerned and less panicked. "This isn't healthy. I know you're scared of getting hurt, emotionally and physically. I know you don't think much of yourself. But that doesn't mean you should run around with a psychotic death wish."

"It's not a psychotic death wish! People meet online all the time. If we ever do meet in person, not that I think that's ever going to happen because he has a life and is going places, you can come with me. Or scope him out first. I'm not just going to run away with him. And you could meet an axe murderer in a bar that looks sweet and nice and will gut you and steal your kidneys just as easily as on the internet. He went to McKinley. He's one of us Trent."

"Hardly," with a scowl he walked out of the court and grabbed his phone from his bag outside. Sighing again I gathered up the ball rolling around haphazardly and went out to meet him. Apparently our mid afternoon lunch just got moved up as Trent gathered his stuff and made his way to the locker rooms. I followed behind him like a scolded puppy to clean up in silence. No banter or silly jokes about school as we walked to the cafe in silence.

That wasn't uncomfortable at all.

I didn't understand what the big deal was. We were just talking and carrying on. If I had met him at a bar or the library everyone would be patting me on the back. Why was this so different? So what I hadn't seen his face in person. That's the whole point of dating sites. And thousands of people use that to meet people and don't wind up dead. They want me to get out and meet people then I meet someone and they're pissed.

Ok I get that I didn't go OUT and meet this person, which was half of the arrangement, but still.

More than all of that, I felt like a balloon that had been deflated. Trent was one of my best friends. He moved to Dalton with me and defended me against people like my dad. Whenever things got to be too much at home he was always there for me to run away to and feel safe. And to see that he was this upset upset me. I lived for other people's approval, I'm not going to lie. The thought of hurting or disappointing someone that I cared really deeply for hurt me and made me want to jump to make it better. I could totally say it was due to not living up to my family's expectations, daddy issues abound in my case, but I think I may be overanalyzing my case and spending too much time reading my child psychology books.

Honestly I didn't have a lot of people in my life, and the last thing I wanted was to be a disappointment to any of them. My friends and family meant more to me than they'd ever know, and gaining their respect and approval meant a lot to me. Really it meant everything to me. Everything I did was to make others proud and to give back to them. Feeling like they were upset like this boggled my mind. ANd I didn't really know how to fix it. And truthfully I didn't think I wanted to.

Wes was sitting at our usual table just inside the door, concern reeked from him from and I could practically feel his brows furrowing as we stepped up and I stopped and sort of froze in place.

"I really need to get home," I said taking a few steps back. "I have this paper due."

Never, not even once, had I seen Trent glare. If I wasn't so lost in my own feelings I would've laughed at loud at the ridiculousness of it all. Imagine the happiest creature on the planet, a Keebler elf or the Pillsbury doughboy. Now try to imagine them angry. It's impossible right? Apparently not. I didn't know whether to be afraid or to pet his upset away like a grumpy cat.

"You are going in there and fessing up to what you've done!" He barked through gritted teeth.

"Fessing up? You make it sound like I'm a child and I stole something from his pencil pouch. I'm a grown ass man. If I met him in a bar or on eharmony you wouldn't say a word Trent!"

"Yes I would, Blaine. I would tell you that you need to be careful and I want to meet him and do a thorough google search about him. I'd even call my uncle on the police force and try to get a background check on him."

"That's crazy."

"No, it's crazy that you're willing to just throw yourself around... Again!"

Ouch.

Trent was the only person that knew about me and Sebastian for the longest time. He knew how used I felt and that I couldn't stop. Like it was the only thing I had going for me and I was refusing to give it up, even though in reality I knew it wasn't. I almost didn't move to New York because of it. He convinced me that I couldn't sit around and wait for him, and that there wasn't anything to wait for. Sebastian was just using me. And in reality I was letting him. According to Trent I was worth more than that. Though sometimes I still don't see it and I wonder about how different my life would be if I would have stayed. Maybe he would've realized that feelings weren't such a bad thing. We couldn't have done what we did for so long and not develop feelings over time right?

If that doesn't sound sad and pathetic and lonely I don't know what does.

I didn't want to spend my life being someone's human dildo or cock sleeve. Though a little voice in the back of my head told me that was all I'd ever be.

Nodding, defeated, I stepped up to the door and walked into the cafe. I sort of flounced into the booth and slid down, leaning my head against the cold glass avoiding Wes's gaze. "Whatever you have to say get it over with. I don't care."

"I think that's part of the problem isn't it? You not caring?"

I rolled my eyes at that. "You're the one that said you wanted me to get out and meet people. Then I do and you guys turn on me like a pack of dogs."

"We're not turning on you," Trent said softly and immediately a huge pit formed in my stomach as I thought about how my words and attitude were hurting him. "We're trying to help you and look out for you."

"You're trying to tell me I'm insane and need to stop. It's just texting." I countered.

"We just don't want you to get hurt, Blaine," Wes said, his concerned look turning a little softer.

"I get that. But sometimes people get hurt. Sometimes you have to put yourself out there. And you don't see me hosting some sort of intervention every time you guys ask out a girl."

Trent sighed and Wes gave me a look like I was walking on thin ice, but I didn't stop.

"If I had put the ad up as a profile on some dating site you guys would not be doing this."

"Yes we would. There's plenty of ways for you to meet people, Blaine."

"Not really. Anytime anything like this happens there could be a risk. There could be a risk with you guys going out with girls or meeting someone at a coffee shop. That old lady over there could be hiding 15 men in her basement."

The old lady completely glared at me right then and I couldn't help blushing crimson and sort of trying to move my hand in an apologetic way. "Not that she does or would or anything." She shook her head and grabbed her muffin and started to walk out.

Great. I was annoying strangers.

"You see that? The creep in this relationship is me."

"You're calling it a relationship?" Wes asked.

Ugh. I just couldn't seem to do anything right today. "No! It's not a relationship like that. We're just getting to know each other. Friends."

"Yeah right Blaine. Look, I'm being honest here. It's impossible for you to be friends with people." Trent said.

I'm pretty sure the ouch I felt resounded on my face. "Then what are you two supposed to be?"

Trent held his hands up as thought he was surrendering and trying to calm me down from the edge at the same time. "Now just listen to me. We've been friends for 7 years? Wes and you have been friends for 5 years? Try and tell me that you weren't crushing on us at one point or another."

My face flushed then turned crimson and I stared down at my hand on the table fiddling with the fork.

"You love deeply Blaine. That's not a crime. But you do it fast and we don't want to see you get hurt." Wes said.

"Right, unless you're the ones doing it."

Wes gave me such the go to hell look while Trent look crumpled. That happy, jovial thing just turned into the saddest clown at the circus and I'm pretty sure three kittens died or were diagnosed with cancer when he made that face.

"I didn't mean it like that," I said softly. "Look you're my best friends. I appreciate everything you guys are doing here and what you're trying to do. I'm not going to fall in love with some guy via text message. That's crazy. We're just friends and talking, like you would talk to someone on a message board, like when we first got here and were assigned mentors and stuff. It's the same thing. The could have been rapists, murdering pigs, too."

Wes was still giving me a go to hell look, but I think it was supposed to be more a you're totally not getting it look. Trent just looked sad.

"I'll be fine. Really."

"Just don't meet him or do anything crazy, all right? If you do we want to be there. You need wingmen. Something," Trent said.

"I understand your point in that if it was a real dating site or something we wouldn't be as put out, and you're probably right, but I would still be worried. You might not think much of yourself, but we do, and you deserve better. You deserve someone that's going to value you and take care of you the way you take care of everyone else. If that pisses you off, so be it. But I'm not sitting here because it's fun to yell at you and worry. I'm sitting here asking you what you're doing with your life. You sit in that apartment alone, you hardly go out, and you have a closer connection with your 80 year old neighbor and his dog than you do with people. Your classmates and teachers may not be the best, but people care about you. And you deserve to be happy and not living your life hiding from the world," Wes said.

I couldn't help but sort of stare at him. He was right, not that I was willing to admit it. "I'm not hiding."

"You are. I understand you're scared and nervous. Rejection sucks. And people could hurt you. But you've got a whole life worth living and a huge heart, a huge talent and soul, that you're keeping locked away from everyone. We just want you to be happy and not hurt. If talking to him makes you happy, fine, but please get out of that apartment and do something besides hang out with us."

With a sigh, and my head reeling, I nodded in agreement. The waitress came over to get our orders and the rest of the afternoon continued on like any other time we would meet up, but my attention was only half there.

I get it. They're worried and scared. I have a lot of anxiety and I'm scared and they don't want me to waste away turning into some sort of hermit mole person. Which I'm not, but that point seems moot.

I've been alone. And I'm scared. But that doesn't mean they need to badger me to get out. What would getting out do anyway? You can find an axe... Ok I used that already. I could be used or taken advantage of or hurt by someone that knows me in the flesh. What Kurt and I have been sharing feels real. What better way to get to know someone than to share intimate conversations, thoughts, hopes, dreams, and then go from there? It's romantic and sweet. It's the same thing as meeting online. Except we're not doing that. We're just talking. And here they've got me running away with this guy.

Like anyone would want to do that. With my issues I'm generally the one being run over. Someone's not gonna whisk me off my feet and care for me the way I do. It's a fate I've sort of resound myself to.

What twenty year old talks like that?

Really Anderson you need to pull your head out of your ass and look around you. You've got friends, a life. You're in the greatest city in the world and you're wallowing in self-pity why? You vowed you were going to prove everyone wrong and here you are again, singing the same sad song. It's a bit tired really. Be friends with Kurt, but don't blow up this fantasy in your head. You want to meet people and be treated right? Then dammit get out there and meet people. Tonight.

But it's a school night.

School boy Blaine needs to sit down because I'm a grown man now and I'm not going to let this slip through my fingers. Pushing my plate back and interrupting Wes's story I sort of slapped my hands on the table.

"You guys are right. Let's blow this popsicle stand. There's a club opening I heard about and with Daddy's credit card we're bound to get in. I'm tired of just sitting here. Let's go."

They both stared at me for a minute and then as though they were in shock at my newfound voice they smiled and rushed to slide out of the booth, leaving money for the bill we headed out and off. This was going to be the start of a great day.

Or not.

Monday morning met me with the worst hangover of my life. Who knew martinis poured down your throat like that would leave you feeling run over the next day.

Well that wasn't the only thing that had left me feeling run over let's be honest.

To make a grand point to my lovely wingmen I decided to get a little lubricated with some liquid courage and talk to this blonde, buff guy. My talk I mean flirt. My flirt I mean kinda throw myself at.

He was cute. Those eyes and his big lips had me mesmerized to say the least. And when he suggested we go somewhere a little more private I nodded my agreement. Soon enough we were in an alley, my hands fisting in his shirt as he pressed me hard up against the wall knocking the wind out of me. Everything about him was hard and firm under my hands and I felt almost dwarfed by his stature and strength. We stumbled back a little further into the darkness and then he was working my pants and my cock was in his hand. I practically curled off of the wall as he stroked me hard and fast, and before I could even think straight those lips were on me and my fingers ran through his shoulder length blonde hair.

Holy fuck his mouth was so warm and wet and everything about that moment felt like it was on fire. I tried to warn him as he moaned and sent a vibration through me and sucked on the head of my dick hard, his tongue tracing over me and rippling against my skin, giving me just the extra friction that I needed. And then in a rush I came, pushing his head down until he gagged and burying my dick in the back of his throat as I gasped for air.

"Fuck. Jesus," I gasped and panted as he pulled back off me, smiling bright.

Before I was completely aware what was happening we were on the Subway, and then stumbling up the stairs to my apartment, completely lost in one another clinging to each other. I vaguely remember the door shutting and then there were hands all over me, and him, our clothes scattering on the ground around us. Then he was pushing me back on the couch and my legs were wrapping around him. He had something in his hand, I wasn't sure what at the moment. But then his fingers ran down my abs, my cock, over my balls and to my ass. I groaned deep as he pushed one finger in me, clenching instinctively and whimpering and then a second finger moved in. It was wet, so wet, as he worked his fingers in me and I realized he was lubing me up and stretching me, scissoring his fingers inside me as he pulled out.

Looking back on it, who carried lube and condoms in their pocket like that?

Anyway, I groaned as he stroked his fingers in me, my cock rock hard and jumping as he kissed down my neck and over my collar bones. I whimpered when he pulled his fingers from me and he smiled at me and whispered, "Don't worry."

A moment later I felt him, hard and thick pressing to my ass, pushing my thighs up and slowly starting to sink in. I was surprised at how much it hurt at first, not used to going this fast and I clenched around him, crying out a little. "Just relax," he said and I took a couple deep breaths as he stroked my cock in his hand and pushed in deeper until I felt like I was almost scooting away. Surprisingly though that was all their was and I was shocked as he started to work in me, slowly like he was helping me get used to it then faster. And faster. His grunts and panting was so sexy in my ear as he got more desperate and frantic, and soon he was stopped and I reached down to stroke my cock, which was throbbing and aching to be touched. And I came on my chest as he pulled back and tossed the condom in the trash sitting beside the kitchen counter. I reached over to grab my shirt and clean up as he came back to the couch, smiling, and kissed me again.

I'm not entirely sure what all happened next, but I woke up this morning wrapped in the blanket on the couch. Alone. He must've seen himself out. Somehow I felt empty and alone, more so than before, and at the same time somehow vindicated. Or at least hoping that this would help my case with my buddies. With the blanket wrapped around my waist I made my way to the bathroom. Huh. I didn't remember leaving my gel out. Must have forgotten it.

The rest of the morning went by in a bit of a blur as I tried to chug down some water for my hangover. I went to grab my phone and checked my messages. Sure enough Wes and Trent were checking on me and I messaged to let them know I was ok. Then I looked down and saw I had a few other messages I had missed.

Noon is a much better time for a wake up call Mr. Anderson.

I guess you're busy.

This old woman just asked if she could touch my hair. Aww the joys of Bushwick.

You're quiet today.

Is it weird to say I miss you?

Shit.