Kurt just got home after a interview with Ellen. Its always the same. Same questions. Same embarrassment. Same exhausting long ride home. Now he was just tired. Kurt walked strait into his room where Molly was waiting for his at the end of his bed. Molly was his cat. Kurt had gotten Molly when he was 15 as a birthday present. Molly has been with him through everything, coming out, the bullying , his fathers heart attack, moving to New York, and every small thing in between. After Kurt showered, changed, and went through his skin care route he picked Molly up and climbed into bed to cuddle with her. He couldnt help but think back to the boy he met at the coffee shop. God that boy was gorgeous. His hair was curly and wet but he figured it was just because of the rain. His eyes were the best part though they were hazel and brown, almost gold, but they were sad and guarded. Kurt sincerely hoped he would run into the boy again. Kurt thought it was weird that the boy did not have a phone. And his clothes look awfully small on him and he was quite hesitant when Kurt asked about what he did for a living. In fact it was so hesitant that it was almost hard to believe. Kurt continued to think about the boy till he fell asleep.
When Kurt woke up it was to his phone ringing. Kurt groaned and rolled over picked it up and put it to his ear. "ello" Kurt said into the phone. " Kurt where are you? You have a concert in half an hour! What could you possibly be doing thats important enough for you to be late? " Santanas voice filled the other end of the phone. " Sorry my alarm didnt go off I will be there in 20 minutes." Kurt said as he jumped out of bed quickly. "You better." Santana warned. Kurt hung up the phone. Did the faster version of his skin care route, and changed in 15 minutes now he just had to drive to the concert which was thankfully not to far from where he lived. Kurt got to the car started it up and was off in a hurry. This is going to be a long day Kurt thought to himself.