(1) Hey! Just wanted to say hope your day is going swell and to keep your head-up :)
(2) Also I can't stop thinking about this coming Sundey!!
(3) Sunday** sorry
(4) Blargh school is so boorring
(5) Long day, eh? I have news to tell you! Text me when you can!!
(6) I repeat. News. Like Tom Brokaw-level news.
(7) Earth to Kurt Hummel. Earth to Kurt Hummel
(8) Knock-knock? Who's there? Apparently not Kurt Hummel.
(9) Wow. Really? You seem to make a habit at not replying to messages -.-
(10) Le sad Blaine :(

Oh god no please, please no. He better not be the clingy type. Oh god I knew this was too good to be true. Curse you oh holy Oprah.

Kurt replied back

Hey sorry. I woke up this morning and basically my step mom Carole caught me and I told her all about you and everything, but she knew I was up all night and so she let me stay home and sleep today and well...I've been asleep from about the time I last texted you until...now. Is something the matter?

He didn't mean to sound so abrasive or up-front about it, but he needed to make absolutely clear whether or not Blaine Anderson was in desperate need of someone to cling on to, in which case Kurt was sadly-prepared to unlatch himself from that future train-wreck.

Kurt got up and went downstairs to his family. But and Carole were cooking dinner—tacos—as Kurt walked-in and Carole winked. Finn was over in the dining room, actually trying to be literate and succeeding pitifully. He didn't even look up to acknowledge Kurt for a second.

"Hey, Kiddo!" Burt said, giving Kurt a nice pat on the back.

"Hey, Dad. How was your day at work?"

"Eh—long, but good I guess. Got a few more jobs to finish up before tomorrow afternoon, but nothing your old man can't handle. But nothing more about me, how are you? Carole tells me you have a certain someone now? Someone that caused you to miss school to sleep all day...?"

"Carole!" Kurt yelled.

Carole whirled around and winked again. "I'm going to go freshen up; call me when the timer goes off!" she said as she gracefully exited the kitchen.

"So what? You feel too embarrassed to tell your old man?"

"No, Dad. Of course not. It's just...weird right now. I like him and he obviously likes me and we talked for a while last night."

"Then what seems to be the problem?"

"Well all day today, while I was asleep, he texted me. But not just once. Like ten times. And they kept getting a little more...desperate."

"Mind if I see em'?" Burt asked, as Kurt got extremely red in the face and held clutched his phone to his chest for a second. "Oh, trust me; I'm not going to go rummaging through your texts! Just show me today's messages!"

Kurt, reluctantly, handed-over his phone to Burt.

Please don't accidentally click the Pictures tab. Please don't click the Pictures tab. Oh god. Please don't. Oh god. Oh god.

Burt read through the text messages in about a minute—a century in Kurt's time—as all he could do was focus his eyes straightforward and make no sudden movements. Then Burt chuckled and gave back Kurt's phone before getting up from his seat to pat Kurt on the shoulder again.

"My son, it seems like Blaine has fallen for the good ol'Hummel charm," Burt said proudly. "You know, your mother did almost the exact same thing with me when I first met her, except I think it was worse. She called my house phone about seven times, each time elaborating or clarifying on something one of us had said before."

"Yeah, but Dad, you knew mom for like...ever until you guys started dating. I've actually known Blaine for barely even a week!"

"I understand that, but I need you to understand something as well: you don't understand the effect you have on other people Kurt. Give the boy a chance."

"Okay, wait," Kurt said with a sour glance. "You're telling me to understand something I don't understand? Yeah okay. And dad, I'm pretty sure I know what effects I have on people, seeing as none of my former friends are even speaking a word to me."

"Kurt, you can doubt me on almost all of the things in the world—my cooking, my diet, my fashion sense, my car, my vocabulary—except one and that's you. Even though we've had our ups and downs in the past, you're still my son and I just get you, and that bugs you to your core, I can tell. You know why? Because you're me and your mother, except only the best parts. You have my stubbornness, but your mother's compassion. You have my eagerness, but your mother's openness. I know you may not like it, but take my word for it, you are quite the catch that any guy would be lucky to have. And I really mean it."

"Thanks Dad," Kurt said, giving Burt a quick side hug.

"You're welcome. Now listen. That Blaine kid, I can tell he means well. Give him a chance. Text him back. If you're not comfortable texting so much so quickly, that's fine. Just tell him to slow it down for a little. But he just wants to talk to you. At least see what he wants to tell you before you make any rash decision."

"Yeah....Yeah, okay. You're right," Kurt agreed. Kurt checked his phone. Still no new message.

Hey. I'm really sorry! I swear I would have replied. What did you want to tell me?! Im all ears...or eyes. What would you call that since we're texting??

A high-pitched beep suddenly sounded. Carole suddenly flew into the kitchen.

"Dinner is ready!"
***
After dinner, Kurt excused himself from the table to go and check his teacher's blogs to see what work he missed today. He still hadn't received any texts from Blaine and was starting to get a little worried.

Oh no; now what if he really thinks I was ignoring him! Crap. Relationships are hard when you fall asleep all day.

After writing down his assignments he could do from home, Kurt logged on to Tumblr really quickly to check if he had anything there. No new messages. He went to Blaine's blog and scrolled.

Out of all of the recent posts, there was one that stuck out like a sore thumb. A text post from 3:53pm this afternoon. A few minutes after Kurt received his latest text from Blaine. The text simply read:

Oh god. I can't do this any longer. I need to tell someone.

Now Kurt was really flipping out.

Oh my god. What if something's wrong with Blaine—what if he has something that I don't know about. Calm down, Hummel. It could be anything!...yes, because think of the vast array of possibilities really is a good way to keep oneself calm. Yes, because rather than just being in a car wreck, he could have been in a car wreck, or a shark wreck, or a car wreck because of sharks!

Kurt scrolled up to the top of Blaine's blog and hit the ask button.

Hey, I'm really-really-sorry about today, but I need to know if everything is alright!! Text/message me back!

Send. To take his mind off of Blaine, Kurt tried studying for a while. He had a few slides from the Government PowerPoint , a few chapters to read of The Sun Also Rises for Lit, and a few pages for French. He was barely a few pages into his book for Lit when he got a text. From
Rachel?

Dear Kurt. I understand you weren't at school today and I'd like to formally apologize for anything that happened yesterday. I'd like us to be friends again. Text me when you can. XOXO Rachel.

"Oh BROTHER."

Kurt stared at his phone for a while. This was so unlike Miss Snotty-Princess-McBitch-Jew-Face. In all of their prior arguments, Kurt always was the one that had to apologize and Kurt always was the one to initiate everything. This was obviously some sort of ploy, but Kurt was smart. So he texted her back a few minutes later (trying to make it seem like it was nothing).

Dear Rachel. I wasn't but I'd very much like that too. Why don't we meet in the Auditorium a little before first bell? See you then. Kurt.

Kurt set his phone down, proud of himself for deceiving that bitch into thinking he needed her. He was so done with Rachel, but even more so with this drama. If he had to make fake-amends with Rachel for the last few months of high school to get things back to normal, only to never talk to her the moment after Graduation, Kurt was ready and willing.

A halfhour later, as Kurt was working on the final parts of his French work, a random number , out of the blue and from his area, texted him.

Whatever you do, don't go to auditorium tomorrow morning. Go to Sue Sylvester's office. I repeat go to Sue Sylvester's office.

What the?

Kurt, confused, contemplated for a moment. He texted back:

Uhm, no offense, but a) who are you b) how do you know my number and c) why should I trust anything you say?

Kurt's thought went wild.

That bitch IS up to something, God I'm smart. But even if she is, who would want to stop her? I have all of my former-friends numbers so this can't be anyone I know—at least, anyone I'm close with. But what if this is some psychological game—like she thinks I'd expect this from her so she had one of her own fake me out into thinking they were helping me when they were really luring me into her actual trap in Sue Sylvester's office. But Sue hates Rachel, hell, Sue hates everyone. Why would Sue want anything to do with this? Hmmm..

The number replied back:

Look, a) you'll see tomorrow b) you'll see tomorrow and c) you shouldn't. So just do it, okay?

He sat there for a moment, reading the text, when he received another text, this one from Blaine.

Is it okay if I call you?

Kurt's heart raced.

Yes, of course.

Seconds were ticking by as Kurt could feel his heart thumping through his chest. He felt like he was going to vomit with all of this anticipation.

Oh Oprah, please let everything be alright. Please let everything be alright. Please let everything be alri-

Kurt's phone started buzzing. He jumped a second, and then let it ring twice before picking up.

"..Hello?"

"Kurt?"

"Blaine?"

"You'll never believe it, guess. what?"

"You're the new editor-in-chief of Vogue...?"

Kurt heard Blaine chuckle for the first time since last Sunday. Kurt's heart melted a little.

"God I wish, but no. Guess who's moving to McKinley?"

What the actual fuck is going on right now?!