Kurt spent the day waiting.

The first thing he’d thought of upon waking was that he’d gotten Blaine’s number. He quickly tried to chase away the excitement that brought him-you’ve gotten boys’ numbers before, Kurt, and usually you get them from gay boys. Calm down. But he couldn’t help it. He wanted to see Blaine’s smiling face again right away. He lay in bed, glancing at where his phone was charging on his nightstand. It would be so simple to send him a text…

No, Kurt told himself, and he got up to take a shower so he wouldn’t be tempted by the phone anymore. That didn’t stop him from thinking about it, though.

We just exchanged numbers yesterday, Kurt told himself while in the shower. It would be weird if I texted him first thing in the morning. Like I’m trying too hard.

Kurt toweled off and examined himself in the mirror.

“Besides,” he said out loud. “I’ve seen him three days in a row. A fourth would be ridiculous.”

Kurt walked into his room to get dressed and ignored his cell phone, sitting there, full of possibilities. Leaving it behind, he went downstairs to see his family.

Burt had to go into the shop, so Kurt spent most of his day with Carole, chatting and playing Scrabble(it was a bit strange for Kurt to use actual pieces. He’d gotten far too reliant on Words With Friends). They discussed politics and local events and holiday plans. Thanksgiving was two weeks away, and Carole was already planning menu items. Finn would be coming up from his college in Arizona for a week, and possibly bringing a girlfriend along with him. Kurt was mildly relieved that Rachel was in Europe with her dads for the whole break so he wouldn’t have to juggle seeing both Finn and her. Their breakup in freshman year of college had been rather messy, and therefore it wasn’t an entirely good idea to have them in close proximity of eachother, even though they’d both dated since.

Eventually Carole, too, had to leave the house too go meet a friend of hers. Kurt was left alone in the house, and he spent a while just wandering around, looking at the things that had changed and the things that hadn’t in his absence. Frankly, he was pretty bored. Ohio didn’t really hold much for him, besides his parents and scores of memories(not all of them positive). He didn’t keep in contact with too many of his old high school friends-they were bound by the hours in Mr. Shue’s room, the common goal of ‘winning Nationals’(not that they’d ever achieved that), the determination of getting through high school in one piece. Once they no longer had that shared time and mutual aims there wasn’t much reason to stay friends. Kurt still spoke to Mercedes and occasionally Santana, but other than that(and Rachel and Finn, of course) he’d lost track of most of New Directions. After twenty minutes of walking aimlessly through his house, he could feel the thought of his phone upstairs nagging at him. With no distractions it was much harder to resist. Finally, he returned to his room and got it, unplugging it from the charger.

He had a couple new texts(some from Twitter and some from New York friends), which he responded to. Nothing, of course, from Blaine. Not that he’d expected that, or anything. Kurt sighed, setting the phone back down. He pulled out his laptop and decided to devote a few hours to the Internet. He had multiple emails from Rachel already, updating him on her trip through Europe. He found himself laughing mirthfully at the photos she sent of herself in various locations. One thing was for sure- Hiram and Leroy were making sure this trip was well-documented. Kurt could already hear Rachel talking about how much culture there was overseas.

By the time Burt got home and came upstairs to ask Kurt what he wanted from Indian takeout, Kurt had somehow been sucked into an online fashion forum. Rubbing his eyes and shutting the computer, he went downstairs to help set the table.

 After dinner and part of a MacGyver TV marathon with his dad and Carole, Kurt headed to his room. He washed his face and brushed his teeth and changed into sweats. He lay down on his bed with a book to read when something caught his eye.

His phone, still sitting on the nightstand. Kurt bit his lip, debating. Then, before he could change his mind, He put down the book and grabbed his phone.

He found Blaine in his contacts(grinning at the name) and composed a text message.

Hey Blaine, it’s Kurt. How are you?

Kurt’s finger hovered over the Send button, considering. What if Blaine was busy? What if he was with his girlfriend or something? What if he only agreed to exchange numbers to be polite?

Kurt shook his head, took a breath, and sent the message. He set his phone down and picked up the book again, though he couldn’t really concentrate on it.

Only moments later, his phone vibrated. Kurt calmly reached over and picked it up.

New Message From Blaine NotAStalker Anderson

Kurt smiled, opening the text.

I’m fine! I’ve been waiting for a text from you.

Kurt closed his eyes. Did this boy mean to torture him? He tried to analyze the text, wondering what it meant. Blaine had been waiting for a text from him. Perhaps he simply meant that, since Kurt had promised to contact him, that it would be happening in the near future. So he’d been waiting for that to happen. But Kurt couldn’t help but sense a more earnest tone to it(not that texting had tone, which was extremely frustrating), which made him think Blaine really had wanted to hear from him. Was that normal? Is this how two heterosexual men wound interact? Kurt had no clue. He didn’t have a whole lot of experience in the area, typically having strayed towards girl friends. Their culture was easier for him to understand, anyway.

Finally, Kurt typed out a reply.

Well, here it is. Is it living up to your expectations?

Kurt picked up the book again, trying not to think to hard about the whole situation. He hadn’t even read a paragraph when he got another message.

Absolutely. Haha. So, can we hang out sometime soon?

Taking a deep breath, Kurt tried not to sound too excited in his answer. But he was excited. This boy was exciting him, which was no good.

I’m free all the time. When works for you?

Kurt gave up reading entirely, just tapping his fingers on the book cover until his phone buzzed again.

How about tomorrow? I only have one class. Lima Bean at three-thirty?

Kurt shook his head, wondering what he was getting himself into as he texted Blaine back.

Sounds great. I’ll see you then.

And then Blaine’s final reply-that was the killer.

Can’t wait.

Kurt sighed, turning off his phone and putting it back. He couldn’t focus on reading anymore, so he turned out his light and pulled the covers around him.

Girlfriend, he reminded himself. Girlfriend, girlfriend, girlfriend.

Still, he fell asleep with a smile on his lips.