"Beg your pardon?"

"I didn't watch your show tonight. When I got home, I curled up in bed with a book and fell asleep. I didn't wake up until you called."

"Stop fucking with me, Blaine!" Kurt shouted. Individuals that knew them as a couple, which was a very small group of people because they didn't want the school to find out about their relationship, knew that they joked around with each other. Kurt wasn't in the mood for joking at the moment; Blaine was creeping him out. "It was your screen name and my side was blacked out; just like it used to be. So stop jerking me around. You're killing my good mood."

"Well, then I don't know what to tell you then because I've been asleep." Blaine replied defiantly. Kurt sighed.Now I'm officially creeped the fuck out.

There was a moment of silence between the two; a calm before the storm. "Has anything like this ever happened to you before? Like...has anyone ever done anything like this to you? Is there anyone you can call at work to find out who it was?" As he spoke, Kurt noticed the urgency grow in his boyfriend's voice. By the end of his line in questioning, Kurt was certain that Blaine was completely hysterical. "You know what? I'm coming over. Give me 10. I'll be there and we can call your job or the cops or...someone!"

"Wait. Calm down."Figures I'd be the voice of reason right now."Don't get up. It was just someone messing with me. I'm sure they'll be online tomorrow laughing about it. I mean, I was never very subtle about being excited when you were online. Someone probably noticed and decided to mess with me. It's no big deal." It was a big deal in Kurt's mind, but he didn't want Blaine to know that. He also needed something to believe. It was easier to believe it was a prank than to believe it was the alternative; NEPats as an alternative was not a pleasant thought.

"Are you sure?" Blaine sounded anxious on the phone. If Kurt knew his boyfriend, which he did, then he was sure Blaine had is keys in hand and was headed for the door. The thought made him smile. Blaine was so sweet and protective.

"Yeah, those guys can be assholes sometimes, so...don't worry about it." The performer sighed. Slowly but surely, he began to clean up the mess he'd made in the living room. He rolled up the carpet he used for the performance and tossed the synthetic ass and his lube in the trash. Prank or not, he didn't want to look at either object ever again. "Honestly, I should have known it was a prank when the guy asked me to call him 'daddy'. That's on my list of turn offs."

"I was wondering about that when you said it on the phone. I'm not a fan of that but I figured that, if you were, I could try it."

"See!" Kurt exclaimed. "That's how I felt. I was like 'if that's what you want, I guess....'." Kurt finished with a shrug that translated through the phone and into his boyfriend's head. "I'll say something about it to Pricilla tomorrow and I'll make an announcement on my show. I'm sure the person will apologize and this situation will be as good as forgotten."

"Yeah." Kurt finished cleaning his living room, tossing various things into the coat closet next to his door, before plopping down on the couch. Once he was settled, he and his boyfriend began to chat about various boring things in their lives; the upcoming school year, a breakfast date for the next morning, and plans to call their loved ones soon.

Hours later, when they were out of conversation topics and extremely tired, he rolled over on the couch and began his farewell for the evening. "Alright, baby. I'm tired. I'll see you at the diner in the morning."

Blaine grumbled and Kurt heard the rustling of sheets. He was tired as well. "Yeah." He sighed in a groggy voice. "See you in the morning. Love you, honey."

"Love you too, baby." Kurt yawned. He waited for a moment for his boyfriend to hang up, but it never came. "Ummm....baby, hang up." He insisted.

The professor groaned. "Mmm...you hang up first."

Kurt giggled. He had a love /hate relationship with this game. "You hang up first." He listened as his boyfriend groaned and refused. It was adorable. "Come on, baby. Hang up."

"We'll hang up on 3." Slowly, he began to count. "I.....2....3...." He stopped and listened for a dial tone.

"Did you hang up?" Blaine asked. He was half asleep but he still hadn't hung up yet. Kurt scoffed and rolled his eyes. They were so disgustingly cute.

"No...."

"Good."

The next day went surprisingly well for the couple. They met for breakfast at the dinner and spent the rest of the day hanging out at Blaine's house. Unfortunately, like all good things, their time together had to end. Blaine had an early morning meeting with the rest of the members of his department and Kurt had a show to do. So, the pair kissed and said goodbye. Neither knew that their evening apart would be an unforgettable one.

"So...before we start, I need to address something." Kurt, subconsciously avoiding his bedroom due to an underlying feeling of dread, set up his show in the living room once again. "Last night, someone played a trick on me that I did not appreciate." The responses rolled in instantaneously.

JustInCredible: A trick? No.

XtremeKurtFan: What kind of trick?

ILuvTWINKies: Who would do that? Point me in their direction. I'll handle it.

Kurt smiled as he repositioned himself on the faux rug. His fans were extremely loyal. "Someone...pretended to be someone they weren't last night and...." He stopped to choose his words. They needed to be chosen carefully. "The person they pretended to be is someoneveryspecial to me. If the person who played this joke is in the chat, I'd like if they came forward. I don't appreciate being tricked."

NEPats: Like you tricked us?

Kurt tilted his head to the side. What was NEPats talking about? He'd been mostly forthcoming with pertinent information since the moment he started the job. "I'm not sure what you're talking about." The performer advised his visitor.

No response came for a few minutes. Even if it had, Kurt wouldn't have seen it. The chat was going crazy.

JustInCredible: NEPats, what are you talking about? Kurt tells us everything!

XtremeKurtFan: What's he talking about, babe?

ILuvTWINKies: XtremeKurtFan it doesn't matter what he's talking about. He's fucking crazy. Kurt tells us everything.

NEPats: Except for the stuff he doesn't tell us!

Kurt sat back and crossed his arms across his bare chest. He didn't like where the conversation was going. "Listen, there are things in my private life that I choose to keep private. No offense, guys, but it's for my own good. I can't tell you guys everything."

TheWalkingDead: We'd never hurt you, Kurt. You're our angel.

JustInCredible: It kind of hurts that you'd think we'd do something to you. We love you. We love watching you perform. That's it though. It doesn't go further than that. We don't sit around fantasizing about you all day. That's a bit vain on your part.

Kurt groaned. The conversation was definitely not going where he wanted it to go.

XtremeKurtFan: I still want to know what you're talking about NEPats. What is he not telling us?

"It doesn't matter. NEPats is obviously not playing by the rules tonight and I'm not making any money sitting here. So, someone buy a damn private and let's get this show on the road."I shouldn't have brought up the damn prank. Shit!

NEPats: Oh...it's nothing serious. He just has a boyfriend and isn't the little virgin he pretends to be.

Deeznutz: Wait...

BAIN: Is he for real? No offense, but that's the whole appeal.

Guest1029093: Your bio specifically states that you're a virgin. Virgin means you haven't been touched. That's the only reason I started watching. If I didn't want a virgin, wouldn't have paid to watch your show!

Guest8798776: Is he telling the truth?

"NO! He's just some guy who won't leave me alone. That's fine though. I'll be contacting the site and you won't be allowed to use your account anymore." Kurt replied triumphantly.

NEPats: Then I'll get another. And, you're the one that's lying. I have proof.

NEPats: (pic)

A scanned picture of Blaine showed up in the next message. It wasn't just a picture though, it wasthepicture; the one from the night stand in Kurt's room.

NEPats: Did you like the present I left you on your nightstand? You know the same nightstand where I found your half empty box of condoms and the picture of you and Blaine.

For the first time in a long time, Kurt couldn't think of a way out. He was trapped and he had two options: fight or flight. There was no fight left in him, so he ran; straight to his room to see if the picture on the screen was indeed the picture he kept next to his bed.

The young man barreled into his room at lightning speed. When he caught sight of his nightstand, he gasped. There, sitting in its usual place on the nightstand next to his bed, was the frame. From a distance, it looked okay, but as he stepped closer, he noticed it was far from okay. Half the picture was missing, Blaine's half, and the rest was covered in....Oh, God. I hope that's not what I think it is.

Shivers ran up and down Kurt's spine as he stared at the damaged picture and its frame. NEPats, the weird guy from the chat, had been in his home; in his room. As quickly as he could, he ran back to the living room. He had to close the chat and contact Blaine, the site, the police, and someone; anyone that could help.

Once upon a time, he thought that the man was just an overenthusiastic fan, now he was sure he was wrong; so very wrong. As far as he could see, NEPats was a nut job with a crush that reached a little too far for his liking and he needed help getting the guy to back off. Any help would do.

When Kurt reached the living room, he noticed that the chat window was closed and his phone was ringing. As quickly as he could, he reached for the phone and answered it. The chat could wait. "Hello."

"What the hell went on tonight?" The performer groaned.Of course it's her. "I had to close out your entire chat room because of this mess. I have to refund all those guys their entrance fees for getting in that chat. I don't know if you can do math,Sex Toy, but there were 45 people in that room and they all paid $5 to watch you talk."

"You were the one that closed the chat?" He asked as he plopped down on his couch. Well, that's one mystery solved, Scooby Doo.

He heard Pricilla's groan through the phone. She was obviously annoyed. "I had to. Calls started pouring in about you being a liar. I hope for your own sake their false. When you signed up with this company, you agreed to certain things. You agreed to keep any boyfriends....lovers...whatever private. You also agreed to keep any sexual activity quiet. These guys don't watch your show because you're a good looking guy –trust me, I've seen better. They watch because they're perverts and they get off on the fact that you're a virgin."

"So you were monitoring my show?"

"Duh!"

"So, you heard NEPats say he left me a present on my nightstand? He really did and I'm calling the police." There was a moment of silence. "Hello?"

"Listen, I don't care what you do in your bedroom, but don't bring your lover's quarrel to work." Kurt was shocked to say the least. She thought his crazy fan was a jilted lover.

As quickly as he could, he denied the situation. "No. I've never even met him. He-"

Pricilla quickly cut him off. "I don't care who he is. You're costing this company a lot of money right now and the Burkes are furious. They want to see you now; like...right now!"

"No way. Some guy broke into my house and I'm handling that first. The Burkes can wait."

The woman on the other end of the line scoffed. "The Burkes don't wait."

Henry slammed his computer shut. He was half passed furious and rounding the corner to full blown rage. Kurt had some nerve. First, the performer called him out during a party chat about his stunt and then the boy calledhima liar. Well, Henry Davis was no liar. Kurt was the liar.He'll have to be punished for this.He thought as he reclined in his chair.Oh and it'll be delicious.He imagined the punishment in his head. A mental image of Kurt tied to a bed, begging him to stop, flashed through his mind. He smiled. That would be Kurt's official punishment for his indiscretion. On an unofficial level, he had other plans.

In a fit of childishness, Henry dug his phone out of his pocket and pulled up the email address he received from Ken a few weeks ago.

From: Henry Davis, M.D.,

To: RPrichard, SAIC Dean of Faculty

Subject: Professor Blaine Anderson

Dear Dean Prichard,

My name is Henry Davis and I have a situation to report. It has come to my attention that one of your professors, Blaine Anderson, has been engaging in a sexual relationship with one of his former students, Kurt Hummel. While this may seem to be a simple allegation, I do have proof that such a relationship exists.

I am certain that I do not have to explain to you how negatively such a scandal can affect your university. Students and donors alike would not be pleased to find out that one of your professors once exchanged sexual favors for good grades, so I suggest you handle this situation as quickly and quietly as possible.

I am able to send proof if you require.

Sincerely,

Henry Davis, M. D.

The doctor leaned back in his chair and smiled as he sent the email off. In the end, he won. Blaine would lose his job and Kurt would be devastated. The performer would need arms to run into and Henry's would be wide open. As far as he was concerned, everything was looking up. Everything was perfect, or so he thought.

Susan stood silently in the doorway of her husband's office watching scene after scene unfold. She watched him log onto the website and she watched the encounter with the performer. It didn't take her long to recognize the young man. He was the man from the picture that her husband stared at on his phone. He was also her long lost son.

Susan, whose maternal instincts died long before her marriage to Burt Hummel, watched her son flounder on the screen. She then watched as her husband typed up an email. Needless to say, neither event startled her. Long gone were the feelings of shame and guilt that went along with the abandonment of one's child. In place of them was the feeling of excitement. The former Mrs. Hummel, the current Mrs. Davis, was very excited because, for the first time in a long time, she saw a means to an end. She had a light that was going to lead her out of her unfulfilling life, and she knew how to reach that light. She didn't need a map or a GPS; all she needed was some money....and Kurt.