The following couple of days went surprisingly smooth for Kurt. He was pleasantly awoken Tuesday and Wednesday morning by texts from Blaine that went as follows:

Tuesday: B-Good morning. I had the first good night's sleep in days. Have a great day, my love.

Wednesday: B- Just woke up from an amazing dream of you. I prefer the real thing though. I can taste you in real life. Kurt blushed at this one and gasped as his hand flew to cover his lips.

The texts kept coming through the day, varying in degrees of sexual nature and sweet words mixed in-between. Kurt was truly beginning to believe that they were on the mend and was happy with the sexy flirting he was getting.

8:00AM- Teenage Dream came on the radio when I was in the shower this morning. Will you let me put my hands on you in those skin tight jeans?

8:02AM- Are you smiling? I'm picturing you smiling and your cheeks blushing that pink color I love so much on you.

K- Yes I'm smiling.

B-*sigh* I love you so much

10:30AM- I'm looking at renaissance paintings in Art History and all I see are angel faces and how you look like every single one of them.

10:35AM- And now I'm looking at naked men and you naked is so much better than these guys.

10:36AM- …and your dick is bigger. Kurt's face turned beet red in the middle of Algebra II. Sam looked over at him and made a questioning face. Kurt was contorting his face, trying not to smile and shook his head to tell Sam that it was nothing.

12:30- Lunch with Wes is torture. He's talking about banging his girlfriend

K-Having a hard time eating? LOL

B-I'd rather be eating you ; )

K-Can't wait to see you later.

B-Can I take you out for dinner tonight?

K- Blaine Anderson, are you asking me out on a date?

B-Please say yes. I don't do well with rejection. haha

K-I don't know. I'm sort of waiting for Monday to roll around for this really hot guy to tell me if he wants to be my boyfriend again. : P

B-That's what I want to talk to you about tonight over dinner.

Kurt's heart stopped. Had he decided so quickly? K-I'll ask my dad and get back to you.

The afternoon classes came and went quickly. Blaine hadn't sent another text which was both a blessing and a curse. He was beginning to fall back into the pattern of missing him too much, but was thankful for an afternoon free of unexplainable blushing. In truth, he was nervous about Blaine's decision. He felt that it should be obvious what he wants based on the flirtatious texts, but a very small part of him wondered if Blaine was only playing nice. He's not that kind of person, he thought. He'd never do that. So, he settled for being nervous for how Blaine would re-initiate them being a couple again.

He called his dad and asked if Blaine and him could go out for dinner, this time promising that they really were going to dinner in Lima after glee rehearsal. Burt suggested Blaine come over and have dinner with them. Kurt didn't argue and thanked his dad for the invitation.

K-Want to have dinner with my family instead of going out? he text at 3:00PM.

B-I'd love that.

K-Great. See you at 4:30 then : )

B-Can't wait.

Glee practice wasn't until 5:00 so Kurt had some time to kill and didn't feel like going home so he decided to work on some songs in the choir room. As he was approaching he heard someone singing to a beautiful cello accompaniment. This was not a voice he recognized.

It was a smooth baritone voice in the lower register singing Across the Universe.

Words are flowing out

Like endless rain into a paper cup

They slither while they pass

They slip away across the Universe

Kurt poked his head in the classroom and to his amazement and disappointment, there was a boy with blonde hair holding a cello between his legs and singing along as he dragged the bow across the strings.

Pools of sorrow waves of joy

Are drifting through my open mind

Possessing and caressing me

Jai guru deva, om

Nothing's going to change my world

Nothing's going to change my world

He really wanted to leave, but the song was so beautiful he ended up moving and standing completely in the classroom, holding onto the strap that draped across his chest from his messenger bag.

Images of broken light

Which dance before me like a million eyes

They call me on and on across the Universe

Thoughts meander like a restless wind

Inside a letter box

They tumble blindly as they make their way

Across the Universe

Of course, Kurt thought. This kid has to go ahead and be able to play one of the prettiest sounding instruments on the planet. AND! Just to make things better, he has to have a near pitch perfect voice. Zach really did have a beautiful voice. Kurt thought Blaine's voice was perfect, but listening to Zach, he blew Blaine out of the water.

Nothing's going to change my world

Jai guru deva, om

The song ended and Kurt remained standing in front of the door way. He clapped slowly with an expressionless face. "If I knew you played an instrument I would have guessed piano."

Zach looked up startled. He was happy that Kurt was speaking to him, but was nervous for some reason he didn't understand. Maybe it was because he didn't think anyone could hear him. He gulped. "I can play the piano too."

Kurt chuckled. "Of course you can." He rolled his eyes. "How come you never said you could sing?"

"It never came up." Zach looked weary.

Kurt didn't know why he was talking to Zach. Just two days ago he was yelling at him to stay away and now Kurt was going to him to talk. Part of him felt that he could move past his annoyance because Blaine and him were happy again and maybe they could be civil around each other.

Kurt bit his bottom lip and looked at Zach in the eyes for a few seconds. "So, you like the Beatles?"

"I like a lot of music." Zach stood up and carried the cello back to where he found it. He turned back to look at Kurt. "I thought you didn't want anything to do with me."

"I didn't, but I tend to have a flare for the dramatic… Blaine and I are working through things."

Zach looked pleased, which Kurt found odd. "I'm glad. I really am sorry, Kurt. I know what I did was wrong and I don't really have an explanation for it."

"I don't want one," Kurt said flatly.

"I don't blame you and Blaine for hating me."

"I don't hate you. Blaine does, but I don't. I hate what you did, what it caused."

"Can I make it up to you somehow?"

"Yeah, don't ever do that again and never bring it up. That penance would suffice I suppose."

"So, forget it happened?"

"Exactly."

Zach looked at the floor and nodded his head. He looked back up. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. This doesn't mean we're going to be friends or anything, but this way we can be civil to each other and you wouldn't have to purposely avoid me now."

"Again. Thank you."

There was a pause and an awkward silence. "So how many instruments do you play?"

"Um…" Zach thought. "Including my voice, too many. So many are similar that it's hard to go through and think of every instrument in that family."

"Oh I get it. Like, if you can play the clarinet, you can play the saxophone."

"Yeah," Zach mused. "I prefer the piano though. It's more versatile as far as varying types of music you can play on it."

Another awkward silence. "Hey aren't you supposed to be at cheerio practice?"

"My physical hasn't cleared yet."

Kurt thought this was odd, but didn't pry. Kurt put his bag down and pulled out his binder of sheet music. He had a thought. "So you don't have anything to do right now?" he asked.

"No. I saw the lights off in the choir room so I thought to blow some time in here, but if you need the room, I'll leave."

"This may be the dumbest thing I do today, but could you help me?"

"Uh, sure. What do you need?" Zach was happy to help, but was having a hard time being comfortable around Kurt. He still felt guilty.

"You can play the guitar right?"

"Yeah. It's not so far off the cello or violin."

"I wanted to prepare a duet and it's acoustic. I don't play."

"Oh!" Zach said a little too excitedly. "I'd love to help. What is it?"

Kurt took a deep breath, thinking that this was a bad idea and pulled out his sheet music. "Come On Get Higher." He made a face.

"I know that one by heart already! I heard it a couple years ago and loved it so much that I had to learn it." Zach didn't care what the song was. He was more excited that he knew it and was being given another chance by Kurt.

"Oh. Um. Okay. I'll take the Tenor part."

"Okay." Zach took one of the guitars from their stands and took a seat on the piano bench, resting the guitar on his right thigh. He began strumming away slowly, closing his eyes and loving he sound that came out of the instrument.

Kurt sat in a chair on the risers and listened to Zach play perfectly. He was happy that the sound was right.

Both boys went through the song, trading off where Kurt had marked the breaks in solos. Kurt found that their voices actually meshed quite nicely. Almost as nice as his and Blaine's did.

The song ended with Kurt singing the final word alone: "arms."

No one was more shocked than Kurt to find that they were both smiling at each other. Kurt's phone rang.

"That was fun," Zach enthused.

B-I remember the drive to you last time being a lot quicker… but then again it was midnight and I was speeding. See you soon, my love.

Kurt dropped his smile. You're not Zach's friend, he reminded himself mentally. This was probably a bad idea. "Yeah, I think that'll work as is. Thanks for your help."

Zach's eyes shifted. He took Kurt's last sentence as an invitation to leave. "Uh, you're welcome. Let me know if you need any more help in the future." He got up off the bench and returned the guitar to it's stand. "If you're all set, I think I'm gonna leave."

"Sure. Thanks again. I'll see you around." Kurt looked down at his sheet music and pretended to be analyzing as a way to dismiss the baritone.

"Bye, Kurt."