(1:30)
Feeling any better?
Kurt had sent Handsome a text whenever he left school later that day, but there was no reply. Kurt checked his phone every few minutes, just in case it didn’t ring. But still nothing. He frowned, staring at his phone even later that day.

“Kurt, maybe he’s talking to his boyfriend.”

Kurt looked up at his best friend sitting across the table from him as she sipped her coffee, they were on their afternoon coffee date at Gimmie!, he wrinkled his forehead at her. His glasses had slid down to the edge of his nose. “Shut up.”

“I’m serious, Kurt.” She said, setting her cup down. “He has a boyfriend. Stop flirting.”

“You’re really starting to get on my nerves, Rachel.”

“Okay first of all, that is very rude. Second, you know I’m right.”

“Shut up.” Kurt muttered once more, pushing his glasses up, staring blankly at his phone. She is right. He thought to himself. I shouldn’t. But he knew he couldn’t stop now. He needed Handsome.  He let out a heavy sigh and sat his phone back on the table.

“If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen without you being the other man.” She said, nodding.

Kurt just rolled his eyes. “Don’t you have to flirt with the barista some more?” He teased, letting her know he hadn’t missed the hair toss and giggling at something the guy had said, which was not funny. “Did it hurt?” He mocked the barista’s voice.

“Shut up. It was sweet. Unoriginal. But sweet.” She glanced over at the counter; the barista was smiling at her. She giggled, looking down.

Kurt just shook his head, smiling. “Just go ask him for his number.”

Rachel shook her head. “No. He’s a barista.” She said beneath her breath.

“So?”

“Kurt.” She shot him a look, like he should know what she means.

“Oh for goodness sake.”  He stood up, ignoring Rachel’s protests. He walked up to the counter to the smiling guy. “Hello.” Kurt smiled.

“Hi.”

“Look, I’m here for obvious reasons.” He started. “You two are flirting. She’s too shy to come ask you herself. So here’s her number, and name.” He said as he took a napkin from the pile and pulled a pen from the cup that held them next to the register. He wrote Rachel’s name and number down, sliding it to the man. “Now, if you’ll give me yours, I’ll make sure she gets it.”

The man just smiled, jotting down his name and number. Kurt smiled as he took it. “Thanks.”  The guy said.

“No, no. Thank you,” Kurt looked at the napkin. “Wes.” He nodded before turning and walking back to his table where his best friend was sitting, her face as red as could be.  “Here” He handed her the napkin.

“Fantastic, Kurt.” She said sarcastically, taking the napkin from him. “Now we can’t ever come here again.”

“Oh hush.” Kurt sipped his coffee. “What if-“ He stopped, noticing his phone light up. “Oh!” He practically squealed, picking his phone up.

(2:40)
I have been asleep since I talked to you last. Oh my god. My head.

Kurt bit his lip.

(2:41)
Well, hello there handsome.
I’m sorry about your head.

(2:43)
:)
It’s alright. I’ll live.

(2:45)
Besides your head, do you feel any better?

(2:47)
Eh, I suppose. It’s just nice to have the apartment to myself. It’s quiet.

(2:48)
Where’s your roommate?

(2:49)
His 400th job. He works at every place in the city. I think today’s coffee shop day. 

“Kurt!” Rachel said, bringing him out of text land. “Lets. Go. I have a job to get to. We aren’t all special like you and have the day off.” She was standing in front of him waving her arms to the door. He hadn’t even noticed when she got up, or if this was the first or third time she had said something to him.

“Okay, okay! Sorry.” He picked up his coffee, taking one more sip of it before standing up and tossing it in the trash. He grabbed his school bag, placing it over his shoulder. As he and Rachel walked past the counter they heard a ruckus and then a “Bye beautiful.” They turned to see a frustrated barista (Kurt assumed Wes just kind of knocked her out of the way) and Wes leaning over the counter, waving, smiling like an idiot.

Rachel just giggled. “Bye.” She smiled as she grabbed Kurt’s arm, walking out of the building with him.

….

Once Rachel caught a cab for Kurt, he left her to find one herself (like she couldn’t handle it).  He ended up going home and falling asleep on the couch while watching TV. He dreamt during this nap, of course. It seemed lately he dreamt every time he fell asleep. Which, he wasn’t exactly complaining about. The only downside was, they made him feel so close to Handsome, but he couldn’t show it in person.

“Blaine?” Kurt woke up; he figured it was around three in the morning. He had rolled over to cuddle with Blaine but there was no Blaine to cuddle with. He sat up, looking around. Blaine was standing over by the window, his back to Kurt. Kurt smiled a bit, flipping his covers back and getting out a bed. He shuffled quietly over to Blaine and slipped his arms around his waist. He placed a kiss on his bare back. “Hey you, what’s wrong?” He placed his cheek against where he had just kissed. Blaine’s body felt tense. He didn’t relax into Kurt like he always does. Blaine didn’t say anything. “Blaine?”

“He knows.” Blaine whispered.

“What?” Kurt lifted his head, not taking his arms away.

“Adam knows, okay?” He shrugged Kurt off of him.

Kurt took a step back, his jaw dropping a bit. “Wh-what? How?”

“I don’t know.” Blaine voice was defensive, almost cold.

Kurt was quiet for a minute, not really knowing what to say. He looked to Blaine, trying to read his face. “I’m sorry.” Kurt whispered.

Blaine shook his head. “No. Don’t. It’s my fault.” He walked past Kurt, turning the light on the night stand on. “I never should have done this.” He muttered, pulling his jeans on. His voice was absolutely cold now.

Never should have done this. Kurt turned, watching Blaine. He felt scared all of a sudden, watching Blaine get dressed, his heart breaking a bit. “What?” Kurt shook his head, tears filling his eyes. “You don’t mean that.” It seemed as if the room had gotten smaller. Blaine was about to leave. He felt like he couldn’t breathe.

Blaine nodded, raising his eye brows. “Yeah, I kind of do. Kurt, I have hurt someone that I care about very much, because of my own stupid needs. Never once did I think about how he might feel if he found out I was…” He didn’t finish.

“If he found out you were what? Fucking some random guy?”

Blaine stood still, looking at the ground. That wasn’t what he was going to say, at all. He knew there was something here, everything was here. But he was so angry at himself for letting it go so far before he let Adam go. He didn’t want anyone to be hurt. Now everyone was hurt.

“Wow.” Kurt nodded. “That’s fantastic, Blaine.” He said in a snarky tone.

“Don’t. Please. I can’t do this right now.” Blaine shook his head, slipping his shoes on.

“This discussion or-?”

“This. At all. Anymore. I need to just-“ He sighed, he was saying all of the wrong things and it was making him angrier. “I have to go. I can’t.”

Kurt shook his head, tears falling down his face. It was like this was happening in slow motion, he saw Blaine grab his phone and keys and walk out of the bedroom. Kurt just stared at the door his world just walked out of. The tears flowing down his face were silent. He couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t speak, he couldn’t even cry obnoxiously. (Which he felt like.) His stomach ached. His whole body ached. Blaine had just left him. And god knows when, or if, he’d ever come back.

Kurt’s eyes opened, looking up at the ceiling. He felt the same aching as he did in his dream. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes. He brought his hand up, touching his face. It was wet. He had been literally crying. After wiping his face, he picked his phone.

(2:58)
Are you cab catching again?

(3:09)
Kurt?

(3:30)
You don’t like me anymore do you?

(3:32
It’s because of my curly hair, isn’t it?
I don’t like it either. But usually it’s worse. This isn’t so bad.

(3:34)
I was going to have it cut today but I’m sick.

(3:59)
Sigh.
I’m lonely.
No one to talk to.

(4:02)
You should see me right now, I’m actually pouting.
It’s pretty cute.

(4:10)
Great, now you don’t like me because I’m vain, right?
Ugh.

Kurt chuckled, biting his lip. Waking up to this, made that dream seem less important. Handsome didn’t hate him, it was just a dream. He texted Handsome back with a smile on his face.

(4:30)
Oh my goodness. Someone is feeling better.
I’m sorry, the wife distracted me, and then I came home and fell asleep.

(4:32)
For the record, I think your hair is adorable.
And I have no doubt that you pouting is the cutest thing.

Kurt sat up, stretching his arms a bit. Trying to shake the achy feeling. He didn’t lose Handsome. Well, he didn’t exactly have Handsome yet. Regardless, he was talking to him. Things will be fine.

(4:34)
Aww, shucks. You’re making me blush.
Yes I am feeling a lot better.
I think my fever left a couple of hours ago.

(4:36)
Did you check it?

(4:37)
No…

(4:38)
Blaine –insert your last name here-! You need to check it, make sure it’s gone. Because if it’s not, you might need something more than just sleep.

(4:40)
Yes, mommy.

(4:41)
Oh hush.

Kurt felt the achy feeling morph into the fluttery feeling that he was use to feeling around Handsome. He smiled to himself.

(4:45)
Where did you go?

Kurt’s stomach flipped when his phone started buzzing, telling him he had an incoming call from “Handsome.”

“Hello.” He smiled.

“I was taking my temperature! Like you told me to! It’s one of those old thermometers. Where you have to shake the crap out of it and wait six days before you see what it is.” The smooth voice came from the other end, causing the fluttering in Kurt’s stomach to increase.

“Well?” He said softly.

“Ninety eight point six.” He sounded proud.

“Aw, good!” Kurt smiled.

“I knew it.”

“Hush.”

Handsome let out a yawn. Kurt was freaking out on the inside too hard to notice, though. He was talking to Handsome.

Handsome sighed a bit. “I’m debating on if I should just go ahead and go into the bar tonight.”

“No,” Kurt shook his head. “You shouldn’t. Stay in bed. Get completely well so those kids aren’t without their favorite teacher tomorrow.”

He could almost hear Handsome smiling. “Why would I be their favorite? I’m mean.”

Kurt chuckled. “Oh, I am so sure.”

“For real!” Handsome was chuckling, too. “I’m always like “Gr! Let’s learn how to spell Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious!” He made his voice gruff and growly. Kurt could help but giggle. “And they’re all like “Ahhh, Mr. Anderson we’re only first graders we can’t do that! You’re so mean! Ahhh.” He mocked the voices of little kids.

 Kurt laughed. “Stop it.” He smiled, shaking his head. He was falling in love with the real Handsome faster than he did in his dreams.

“Because you can’t handle my cute?” Handsome’s voice was back to his velvet like sound.

“Exactly.” Kurt whispered. They fell silent for just a moment. “Blaine Anderson, huh?” He said thoughtfully.

“Oh, you caught that, did you?”

“I’m pretty quick, yes.” Kurt nodded. “I like it.”

“Well, thanks. My momma gave it to me.”

“She must be a lovely woman.” Kurt said.

“Yeah, she is.”

Kurt’s phone beeped, he was getting another call. He pulled it away from his face long enough to see that it was Rachel. He sighed. “Hang on a second. Don’t go anywhere, okay?”

“I’ll be right here.” Handsome said softly.

Kurt smiled to himself. Before quickly switching calls. “What, Rachel?”

“Kurt! Okay, so you remember Wes, right?”

“From three hours ago? Yes, I do believe my memory is that good.”

She ignored his sarcastic response. “Well, he just came in to the diner!”

“No way!”

“Uh huh! Did you tell him I worked at Stardust?” She hissed, whispering.

“Yes, Rachel. I gave him your name, phone number, address, work place, social security, driver’s license and credit card number. Oh! And you’re bank password.”

“God, you are impossible. I don’t know why I put up with you.”

“You love me.”

“Right. What should I do?”

“Is he in your section?”

“Yes!”

“Are you about to sing?”

“Yes!”

“What are you singing?”

“Stupid Cupid.”

“Turn your flirt on, and sing it, girl.” He said, snapping his fingers.

“Your sassy gay side makes me giggle.” She laughed. She took a deep breath. “Okay. I will. He’s really kind of cute, isn’t he?” She said.

“Adorable. Go get him. Now I have to go. I’m talking to Handsome.”

“What?” She said.

“He called me.”

“Kurt…watch yourself. Boyfriend”

“Okay, goodbye Rachel.” He hung up with her, shaking his head. Jesus she could be annoying. Even though she’s right. He’s taken. He looked at his phone, Handsome was still holding. He felt his insides fall, he wasn’t as giddy. She was right. Damn her for keeping him grounded. But that was why he loved her. He switched over to Handsome with a sigh. “Hey, sorry.”

“It’s alright.” Handsome sounded sleepy.

“You sound tired. Maybe I should let you go.”

“Hey,” Handsome sounded more awake. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just-just wife problems.”

“Oh, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, it’s fine.” He cares. Why does he care? He hardly knows me. Why does he make this harder?

“Well, if you need to talk about it, I’m here.” He said sincerely.

Kurt made a pouty smile. “Thank you. You get some rest okay? Feel better.”

“You know, I’m disappointed.”

“Why?” Kurt smiled. “I seem to be disappointing to you a lot.”

“No, no. It’s just you haven’t called me handsome once this whole conversation.”

Kurt’s smile grew bigger and he chuckled. “I apologize. I’ll do better next time.”

“You better, mister. Have a good night.” Handsome said softly.

“Bye Handsome.” Kurt said.

“Aw, you’re making me blush again.”

“You’re cute.” Kurt said automatically.

“You’re cute.” Handsome said lowly.

“Bye, Blaine.”

“Bye, Kurt.”

Kurt hung up his phone, throwing it on the coffee table. He whined out loud. “Damn it.” He whined again. What was he supposed to do? He knew what he should do. But he and Handsome’s real life relationship wasn’t deep enough to tell Handsome that he didn’t feel comfortable talking to him while he had a boyfriend. They were just starting to be friends. How weird would that be? He knew Rachel’s warnings were really for him, to help him not fall so fast into something messy. But it was too late. The moment he knew Handsome was real, it was all over. He had fallen. And it was only getting worse.

…..

That night, Kurt had a repeat dream of the one he had during his nap. He jerked awake, his heart was racing. Why was that the dream he had to repeat? He rubbed his face, staring up at the ceiling. He loved his dreams about Handsome, but not this one. Sitting up, he shook his head. He knew exactly why he was having this one though. Rachel. Rachel had gotten into his subconscious. But he knew it was all for his own good, as much as he wished he didn’t have to listen. Kurt groaned as he got out of bed. He padded his way out of his room, across the hall. He slipped into Rachel’s room. “Rachel.” He whined falling into her bed.

“Mmehleave.” She mumbled, rolling over.

“Rachel.” He whined again, pushing her shoulder.

“Stopeht.” Her voice was muffled by her pillow. “Mmsleeping.”

“Rachel come on, I had a dream.” He snuggled down into her blankets.

“Don’t want to hear about handsome sex.”

“Trust me it wasn’t that.” He shook his head.

With a deep sigh and a groan, Rachel turned over onto her back. “What? What is it?”

“I think we’re having an affair.”

“What?” Rachel sounded more awake.

“No, no!” He huffed. “In my dreams. I think everything is happening while he still has a boyfriend.”

“Oh,”

“Yeah. I had this dream today and then again just now, where we kind of got into a spat about it. About how Adam knows.”

“Adam?”

“I guess that’s his boyfriend? I don’t remember him telling me that.” That’s weird.

“You know, you’re psychic abilities are starting to freak me out.”

“Stop it. I’m upset.”

Rachel let out another deep sigh. She pushed herself up. “Come here.” She held her arms out.

Kurt snuggled close to her. “And after we have the spat, he leaves. He tells me he can’t do this and he leaves. I-I don’t think I could handle that now. Now that I know he’s real? I can’t lose him.”

“See? I told you. Watch yourself.” She sighed. “That’s why you need to be careful. Be his friend, wait it out. If it’s meant to be it’ll happen. Don’t force it before it’s time. All three of you will just get hurt.” She ran her fingers through his hair absentmindedly. “Get to know him. Just don’t go too far. I’m not trying to make you mad or frustrated. I’m only thinking of you.”

“I know,” He groaned, sitting up. “It’s just hard. You just don’t understand the magnetic-like pull I have to him. It’s like I’m in love with him already. Who knows, maybe I am. That’s crazy.” He shook his head. “Is that crazy? I don’t know him.”

“Well, you’ve been dreaming about him for what? Over a month? And they seem to be pretty accurate. So I guess not?” Then she nodded. “No, yeah, it sounds crazy.”

He gave her a look. “Thanks.”

She giggled. “Oh, Kurt, you know I support you and your dream lover. I just want it to happen on good terms.”

“I know, me too.” He sighed. “I guess I’ll just back off a little bit. Then try to be just his friend.

“Good.” She yawned. “Can we sleep now?”  

“Can I stay here? I need to cuddle.”

She smiled. “Of course you can.” She lay on her side, facing Kurt. “Just no sex dreams.” She held up her finger.

He chuckled, lying on his side, facing her. “I doubt that’s happening. We’ve just had a fight remember?”

She just smiled at him. They snuggled close together. “Hey.” He whispered.

“Hmm?”

“I was asleep before you got home, how did Stupid Cupid go?”

“Oh, it was awful.” She groaned. “I didn’t even get to sing, because when I was bringing him his food, I tripped, throwing it everywhere.”

Kurt laughed. “Oh my god, you did not.”

She nodded. “It was horrifying.”

“I bet he was just enchanted by you, still.”

She giggled. “Shut up. I’m sleeping. I’ll tell you more tomorrow.”

“Goodnight,” He kissed her forehead.

“Night.

Kurt slept the whole rest of the night, dreamless.