The clicking of the phone line was the only thing that could be heard in those few minutes I waited for him to respond to my question. At some points I'd thought he had hung up on me because the silence was so well...silent, almost as if he was holding his breath. I shuffled to the bathroom, staring myself down in the mirror and noting the dark circles that rested under my eyes and the way my skin seemed to absorb the porcelain color that covered most areas in the room. Tweaking my hair ever so slightly, I told myself over and over to endure this wait, and have enough patience to last through my companies wishes. There wasn't any way in hell I was hanging up this phone, he needs to trust me, what would hanging up do for me?

 I clucked my tongue against the roof of my mouth, alerting Blaine I was still on the other end of the phone awaiting an answer. An audible gasp was heard on the other end and a squeak of laughter escaped my throat unannounced followed by my hand slapping my face, successfully shutting myself up.

"What?" he sounded surprised, as if he had forgotten that he had trailed off in the middle of a thought.

"You were saying?" I prompted hopefully for the last time.

I walked away from the mirror and began examining miscellaneous things in the bathroom, dragging my fingers across the length of the tub wall, matching the color of my hands exactly with that of the tub. I played with the shower curtain, rubbing the fabric in a circular motion all the while half listening to Blaine stuttering and starting incomplete sentences.

"Trent." Blaine said, pausing to take a shaky breath.

 My eyebrows bunched together on my forehead, this patience thing would be harder then I first expected.

 "Look, I only called to tell you that... that I'm not interested in speaking with you in the near future or-or now even." His words were rushed but perfected, like he was reading from a piece of paper.

I shook my head and blew air from my nose a little harder than usual, trying hard not to laugh at the fact that this boy had called to tell me he did not want to have contact with me anymore.

"Really? I hardly think you would have called me if you weren't even the least bit interested." I responded eventually, I bet if he tried hard enough he could see the smug look planted on my face.

"I-"Blaine began, but I interrupted him,

"If you really didn't want any contact with me, you wouldn't have called me in the first place, you would have gone home, washed my number off your arm and forgot about me, but, you didn't. You picked up that telephone of yours and dialed my number, and now here you are, trying to convince me that you want nothing to do with me, when we both know that is not true."

I must of sounded like a physiologist at the end of my little spiel, but my ability to read people like a book is, well,  pretty impeccable.

 "Yeah." Was all Blaine said and I smiled, peering out my window into the darkness, wondering what Blaine could be doing right now.

Was he huddled up on his couch, phone clutched in his hand, pressing hard against his cheek? Or, was he looking out into the world too, wondering the same thing.

I sucked on my bottom lip, nibbling a bit, I couldn't believe how great I was pulling this off, to be quite honest, I never really had a lot of patience well, ever.

"Come out with me for lunch tomorrow." It was more of a demand than a question.

On the other end there was shifting and a couple of breaths.

"I don't thin-"Blaine started but there was no way I was going to let him turn me down, this was going so well after all.

"Please Blaine?" I tried to sound genuine, but probably ended up sounding desperate.

 "O-Okay Trent..." I would never say it out loud, but his innocent nature kind of turned me on.

"Great!" I smiled happily. "Meet me at Breadstix, you know the place?"

I already knew he did, it was listed on his "Most popular places to see Target: Blaine Anderson" part of the file. The only problem was I would need to look it up because I had not one clue where it was.

"Yeah, yeah I do..." He whispered, but not purposely I guessed.

"Fantastic, see you around one o'clock! Bye Blaine!"

 I picked up a pen that was lying on the window sill. I tapped it against my lip and placed my phone on the empty space where the pen used to lay.

I going to lunch with an attractive boy tomorrow and,  if my sense were telling the truth, that same attractive boy would be in my bed by the end of the week.

It was almost a shame such a pretty face would soon have a bullet hole in it. I tried hard not to think about the future until it came, which was a bad habit I'll admit, but seemed to be working okay at the time being.

Right now the only thing that should be on my mind is an outfit for the (not confirmed but not denied) date tomorrow and then maybe I'll start to think about bedding the babe.

 The thought of sexy Blaine Anderson lying in my bed with nothing but his dorky suspenders and bowtie, not only bubbled up a laugh in my throat but also provided an adrenaline shooting through my veins and my heart pumping a beat too fast.

"Kurt Hummel may be a killer." I thought to myself. "But he still really liked sex."

The next morning I awoke before my alarm sounded, the sun was bright and warm as it shone through my window, casting a wide stream of light onto the bed and the opposite wall. The bed springs squeaked and groaned when I sat up, and I reached towards the ceiling, giving my arms a good pull and letting them flop back down on either side of me. I snuck a quick look at the clock and realised how early it really was.

7:30 am.

The nostalgic high school sensation danced around my body, I remembered the early mornings and late evenings of semester after semester, I grinned slightly, half wishing I'd never grown up in the first place.

I pushed myself out of bed and slipped my feet into the cozy slippers beside it. I sluggishly stumbled out into the kitchen; yawning and rubbing my eyes. I needed to get some coffee in my system pronto. I opened random cupboards, navigating my way through various dishes and boxes of crackers when I finally found the jar of grinded coffee. I stuck my nose in the container and inhaled the infectious substance, sighing heavily in content as I began my search again, pulling the cupboards open in search of a mug.

The directions for Breadstix were fairly easy to find online, but the distance was a little far to walk so it looked like I was taking another cab.

The sky was filled with swirling dark clouds when I stepped outside to hail a cab. I stuck my middle finger up at the sky and released an angry sigh. I hated a lot of things, but rain was definitely one of the top 5. I refused to let my day be ruined by Mother Nature though, Trent was a happy fellow and I wasn't going to blow my cover over some water.

When a cab finally pulled over, I quickly jumped in and checked my cellphone for the time; 1:01pm. I told the driver where to dgo and we jerked forward immediately.

 I rested my head on the cool leather seat, letting my mind wonder, speculating whether or not Anderson had gone through as much trouble as I did this morning.

 I've gone on so many fake dates over the past couple of years I couldn't begin to tell you how much effort the guys put into their appearance and personality to try and impress me, and of course I have to act like I'm eating up every lie that comes out of their mouths with a sliver spoon.

 Somewhere in the back of mind, I could sense Blaine might be different.

First Dates are usually a breeze for me, but judging by what I know about Blaine right now, he was going to take this very simple thing and twist it into a big confusing mess of overthinking and stutters.

Sometimes I can't help but feel sorry for him, even going to grocery store is probably a big deal to him. I smiled sadly, feeling pity wasn't common for me, but for the first time in a very long time, I actually felt bad about having blow someone's brains out later.

 I peered out the window and watched the people blur as the cab drove by them speedily, everything outside looked dark and emotionless, like it always did when it was about to rain.

 Stupid fucking rain.

I stepped down onto the sidewalk, throwing a 20 at the driver, and promptly sprinted to the double doors of the restaurant in the fear it would start to downpour spontaneously right on top of me.

 My hand reached out to the door and gave it a slight push, causing the door to swing open and I stepped in, the smell of baking bread and a variety of different sauces filling my nose, and my head peered over the small crowd of people at the entrance in hopes Blaine was already seated.

I finally caught sight of the small man in one of the booths by the wall, he was wearing a grey pullover and had a pair of glasses perched on his nose, he looked frightened, and he kept darting his eyes to side to side and turning his head to match his eyes, once or twice he actually turned his whole body around to look at the back of his booth. He appeared to be talking or mumbling to himself as if he was in the middle of an intense conversation with Mr. Invisible.

I cocked my head to the side as I made my way to the front of the line, pushing people out of the way slightly, not taking my eyes off of Blaine. A lady gave me an odd look I saw out of the corner of my eyes but I continued walking towards Blaine with great speed, making sure to keep a smile on my face the entire time.

 He looked up from the spot on the table he was gazing at and pressed his lips together when he caught sight of me approaching the table. I raised my hand a little to give him a small wave as I came closer to him. I finally slinked in across from him, the leather booth sunk down with a crude groan. Blaine's eyes were locked on a spoon lying on the tablecloth in front of him, like his mind was telling him to look anywhere but at me. I peered at my watch, and as it turns out I was about 20 minutes late. The cab ride had seemed to fly by, for a minute there I thought I would be first to arrive, perhaps the only one. But it seemed I was wrong, maybe he wasn't talking because I had arrived late, but something told me that wasn't it. I reminded myself that he could have not bothered to show up in the first place.

 "He did though." A small voice in my head whispered "He is sitting right in front of you and you haven't even said hello."

My eyes grew wider and I immediately shrugged my jacket off and cleared my throat, I was just about to say greet him, only to see Blaine getting out of his seat.

My Mind went into red alert and before I could think about what I was doing I reached out and grabbed his hand, and in that moment, I could practically feel every ounce of hot blood filling Blaine's body drain out which left his hand feeling empty and limp in my own.

"Where are you going?" I heard myself saying.

 His hand had finally reacted and he jerked it away, hesitantly pointing to the bathroom doors.

 "Don't go." I quickly covered my desperation. "Can't you wait a little longer, maybe until we order?" I smiled softly and folded my hands neatly on top of the table.

"I-I yes of course-yeah." He shut his eyes tightly before looking back at the bathroom doors, then his chair, and he slid in slowly, he was scratching at his arm I noticed, and wrote a mental note, wondering if maybe this was a nervous habit of the subject's.

"Sorry I'm late, I must have lost track of- my shift I mean, it went a little overtime, pretty busy today." I said calmly.

 He nodded his head and continued to itch his arm. I didn't bother to talk anymore about my job unless he brought it up sometime later, which was supposed to be at the coffee shop I spontaneously remembered.

"S-so, you got the job? From-at the tire shop?" he peeped nervously. His attempt at small talk was exactly that; an attempt, which was a good start. I laughed humourlessly and turned the corners of my mouth down, mocking sadness.

"No actually, I guess my resume wasn't very impressive." I pressed my palms against the cool table and spread my fingers apart.

 "I work at the Lima Bean."

I made a very bored face and stuck my tongue out; clearly stating my job was crap. His head shot up and suddenly it looked like he was paying a lot more attention to my words.

"Really?" he sounded surprised. "I never- I haven't seen you there, I go there a lot with my friends."

I wondered if Blaine was lying about the friend's part, it was difficult  picturing a guy as torn up about life as Blaine was having friends, having memories with them, and even having a special hang out spot, it just seemed so unlikely.

"Maybe you just weren't looking."

The subject looked at me curiously before practically jumping ten feet in the air when the waitress came by to introduce herself. I laughed under my breath but regretted it when I saw him look away, a little embarrassed.

Our waitresses name was Kendra. She had her blonde hair tied up in a neat ponytail and dark brown eyes. When she caught sight of us she smiled bright and stayed like that the entire 10 minutes it took us to order.

Did I mention we didn't take one look at our menus until she strolled over?

Kendra walked away with our menus in hand, beaming at us when she shouted a short "Be right out!" and hurried over to her next table.

I was openly staring at Blaine when he looked back at me. He seemed shocked at first, than somewhat uncomfortable, but that soon faded away to an expression that I was very familiar with; Confusion.

 I peered into his eyes and blinked a few times.

"You look nice today." I said to him, compassion filling my face making him turn into a flustering mess. I giggled and sat up straighter. "No really!" His bottom lip was being chewed up by his pearly white teeth.

"Ok." He blushed and looked back up at me. " You do t-too."

That's when I noticed he didn't hurry off to the bathroom as soon as we finished ordering. I urged myself to keep from rolling my eyes and letting out an enormous sigh because this was starting to feel like one of those really, really bad romantic movies.

I sat back in my seat and tried to look like I was enjoying his company.

Not to say that I didn't at some points, but, mostly when he was stuttering and embarrassing himself because even I need a good laugh once and awhile, alone of course, I of all people would even feel bad for laughing about that person right in front of them, especially someone who needed to trust me.

I may have been putting on a good act as Trent, being charming and nice, that part was easy, the ‘dealing with all the complications' part Blaine put into his life and my own was making my head throb in frustration.

Though he may not be doing anything now, he will, without even knowing, Anderson will make this the toughest hit I ever had to do, I was sure of that.