From Blaine:

Lets play a game. 

Kurt had read this message a few times already and he still wasnt sure how he should respond. First off, the statement sounded like something straight from Saw, but secondly, it was the first time Blaine had texted something that arbitrary.

Kurt:

What did you have in mind?

Blaine:

Truth or Truth. You ask me a question, Ill ask you one

Kurt:

Not sure how much I should tell a complete stranger...

Blaine:

Id hardly call us strangers. We know each others names, we have mutual friends...sort of. Not to mention you have my entire life in your hands

Kurt:

Fair enough, but arent you being a little overdramatic? Your entire life?

Blaine:

I have half of Hollywood on that phone, not to mention my entire schedule for the entire year

Kurt:

This why I keep my important things in a paper calendar instead of an electronic I can easily lose. You should be glad Im an honest person who doesnt snoop around other peoples things 

Blaine:

For the record, Ive never lost my phone

Kurt:

... -_-

Blaine:

Well, until now...

Blaine:

So, you wanna play?

Kurt:

...Fine. You go first.

Blaine:

Well then, lets see. Thanks to Jake, I know your name is Kurt Hummel, you live in New York, and youre best friends with Mercedes Jones and Rachel Berry. Oh, and apparently you were supposed to go on tour with us, but you were too busy with an audition for something.... 

Kurt:

Im just going to ignore how creepy sounds...

Blaine:

What were you auditioning for?

Kurt:

A new broadway play.

Blaine: 

Which one?

Kurt:

You already asked your question, its my turn!

Kurt:

Where are you originally from?

Blaine:

Ohio

Kurt:

What part of Ohio?

Blaine:

What part of Ohio are you from? 

Kurt:

How did you know I was from Ohio..?

Blaine:

You went to school with Mercedes and Rachel, didnt you? Answer the question

Kurt:

I asked you first. 

 Blaine:

But I just answered two questions in a row! 

 Kurt:

Fine, Lima

Blaine:

Thank you, Westerville

Kurt:

Wow, not too far from where I lived

Blaine:

Were you in a Glee club?

 Kurt:

Yeah, the New Directions. Mercedes and Rachel were a part of it too

Blaine:

Ah, I see

 Kurt:

What about you?

Blaine:

Yup, Dalton Academy Warblers. Man, I miss the blazers...

Kurt:

Hm... private school boy. I never would have pegged you as the type...

Blaine:

Wait, the New Directions...? Didnt we compete against you guys at Regionals one year?

Kurt:

Actually, I think we might have... So you were a Warbler back then? Wow, we could have actually met at some point 

Blaine:

Small world...

"Alright, thats it! Kurt! Youve been smiling at you phone for twenty minutes, whats going on?" Santana said, arms crossed as she eyed him questionably from the other side of the booth. 

Kurt jumped a little in surprise, but regained his composure quickly. "Nothing, just texting a friend," he stated simply, staring back at the screen as he typed out another message.

Kurt:

Favorite Broadway show?

Blaine:

Is that even a question?

Blaine:

Wicked. Hands down.

 Kurt:

Agreed. Not even a question.

"Whos Blaine?" Rachel asked, resting her head on his shoulder to peer at the screen. 

"No one," He said, hiding the phone from from Rachels prying eyes.

"So, a new friend, huh?" She said as she reached for the phone. "Isnt he the guy who has your phone? Whats he like? Is he cute? Lemme see!" 

Kurt held the phone in the air, silently thanking his height advantage as he kept it away from his dear but nosy friend. "None of your business." 

"Kurt, when is your life not my business?" She said reaching for the phone once more before silently retreating to Santanas side of the booth when she realized he wasnt going to give it up.

"Um, since I decided to keep you out of my love life? Every time someone finds out Im friends with you, its always lets hang out with Rachel! and hows Rachel doing? or do I get to see where Rachel lives? Its frustrating," he replied. The phone buzzed with another message.

Blaine:

Hey, ah, Im gonna go off topic for a second, but is there any chance you can send me Jakes number? Im waiting for him at the studio and hes late. Adams pissed that he isnt here

Kurt:

Ah sure, let me send it.

Kurt:

323-xxx-xxx

Blaine:

Thanks! 

 Before Rachel had a chance to start another unwanted fight, Mercedes entered the diner and flashed everyone a bright smile. "Hey guys, sorry Im late! I got caught up in a call with my manager and it ended up taking forever."

"No, youre fine, we havent been waiting long! Weve barely seen you all week with work and everything after all," Kurt responded, happily attempting to shift the subject away from his love life. 

She sat down next to him, setting her phone on the table. "So, what did I miss?"

"Youre just in time to help us interrogate Hummel here about his new boy toy," Santana teased from the other side of the table with a sip from her glass of Coke.

Kurt groaned,  "Can we please not talk about this? Its nothing."

"Mm, a mystery boy." Mercedes said, raising an eyebrow and grinning devilishly at him. "Whats his name?"

Before Kurt could answer her, the phone in his hand suddenly started playing unfamiliar music, and he glanced down to see the name BLAINE flashing across the screen. The girls looked at him in confusion as he shot up from his seat and ran outside to take the call. 

"Hello?"

"Kurt! Im glad you answered. Now I was totally not snooping around your phone, but you got a missed call and a text from an unknown number. Its got a Manhattan area code and I thought that it might-"

"Read me the text!" Kurt blurted out quickly.

"Okay, hold on a sec," Blaine replied. Kurt heard some rustling and then the sound of something being plugged into the headphone jacks. "Dear Mr. Hummel, I am pleased to congratulate you on getting the part of Peter Pan in our new production of Pan. Rehearsals start at the end of the month, so please let us know your address, and we will send the scripts over to you as soon as possible. I look forward to working with you. Signed, Lewis Potter."

Kurt literally felt like he couldnt breathe. He got the part. All of the work he put into getting this role, it was all finally paying off!

"Ah, Kurt? Are you still there?" He heard Blaine ask, reminding him he was still on the phone. 

"Ye- yes," He managed to choked out. "Oh my god, I got the part. BLAINE I GOT THE PART!" 

"Congratulations!"

"Oh my god, thank you so much for calling me. Ive been stressing about this all summer," he said, running a hand through his hair and smiling stupidly to himself.

"Youre welcome. And hey, I know youll do great," Blaine replied.

He glanced back at the window of the diner where the girls had their faces smushed up against the glass, watching with confused faces. "Hey Id better get back to the girls, they look like theyre about to die, and if I dont tell them something, theyre gonna break the glass with their faces.

Blaine chucked audibly, "Okay. Ill text you tomorrow. Go out and celebrate!" 

"Bye- Wait Blaine?" he asked quickly.

"Yeah?"

"Can I log into my email on your phone to message them back? I cant exactly answer them by phone right now..."

"Oh yeah, sure," Blaine replied. "You can give them my number to contact you for now."

"Okay. Again, thanks for everything," Kurt said.

"Youre welcome. Bye."

"Bye."

He hung up the phone, sliding it back into his pocket before heading back inside the restaurant. The girls eyed him curiously as he sat back down in the booth and calmly took a sip of his water.

"Whats with the mysterious call, Hummel? Was it your boy toy Blaine?" Santana asked.

"Hes not my boy toy, he was calling with important news. The producers called me." 

The three of them raised their eyebrows him and waited for a response. "And?"

He dropped his gaze from and took another sip of water,"And... I got the part."

They all screamed at the top of their lungs, completely forgetting that they were for a moment and frantically got up to hug him, almost knocking over their drinks in the process.

"OH MY GOD KURT! THATS AMAZING NEWS!" Rachel screeched. 

"Thank you!" He said, rubbing the ear she had just screamed into, in hopes of regaining his hearing sooner. 

"Congratulations Hummel. Even though I was sure you were the only gay in New York man enough to play this part, Im glad no one else managed to beat you out of it." Santana remarked.

"Thanks, Tana," He said with a roll of his eyes.

"In honor of your new role, drinks are on me!" Mercedes said as she got up from the booth. Kurt watched as she walked over to the bar to get their drinks. He turned his attention back to the girls in the booth as Rachel made a comment about how they would both be broadway stars now. What he didnt see was Mercedes sending a text to Kurts number.

We need to talk.

~

"Thats a wrap for you today, Blaine," Adams voice rang through the recording booth. They had just finished re-recording one of his older songs for his new album, and he had to say that it was coming together quite nicely. He pulled off his headphones and hung them over his microphone stand as he left the recording booth. Saying goodbye to Adam, he pulled out his phone and sat down in the lounge to wait for Jake. He found a text from Mercedes saying "We need to talk." That was odd. Wasnt Mercedes with Kurt right now? He checked the time the text was sent. It was sent a couple of hours ago, a little after he had called Kurt. Before he had a chance to respond though, an incoming call from Mercedes popped up on the screen. He sat there for a moment, debating about whether or not he should answer, and after a few rings he decided to pick up.

"Blaine?"

"Um, Hi Mercedes..." he replied. "How did you-"

"Blaine, I had to listen to your damn ringtone every day on tour. Not to mention, when Kurt told me he accidentally got his phone switched, he gave me your number to contact him until he got his phone back. How could you not tell me this?!" she asked with an accusing tone.

"I can explain..." he began but she cut him off.

"Oh please do. Id love to hear this one."

"That night at the party, he ran directly into me and we both dropped our phones. I just sorta picked up his instead of mine," he replied. "I know it sounds absolutely ridiculous, but I didnt even realize I had the wrong phone until I was getting off the plane, and then there was this swarm of paparazzi- Anyway thats beside the point. The next morning, I called him and we talked all morning and Mercedes, it was so good to talk to someone who didnt know I was famous-"

"Wait," She stopped him. "-you mean to tell mean to tell me that Kurt has absolutely no idea who you are? Even though hes been using your phone and talking to you constantly, he hasnt even figured it out?"

"...Yes? No? I dont know... its sorta complicated," he answered with a sigh. 

"Did you ever think to tell him?" she asked.

"Well yes- but you know how nice it is to talk to someone who isnt a complete fangirl or just obsessed with my friends or fame? Its amazing to actually get to know someone without all of that getting in the way." 

"Yeah, I know how it feels. Remember, Kurts been my best friend since forever, even after I signed my first record label. Youve been completely over-complicating things, he wouldve treated you the same too. But how do you think hes going to react when he finds out that youve been lying to him?" She countered. 

He had to admit she had a point. He didnt like lying to Kurt, but at the same time he always felt he had to. He went quiet for the moment, thinking very thouroughly about what he would say next. "I want to tell him, but- I want it to be in person. I want him to understand why I didnt just tell him from the start."

"I might be able to help you with that," She replied. He raised an eyebrow. 

"Do tell."

~ 

"Kurt!" Mercedes yelled down the hall from his room. She heard a faint rustling sound, and then Kurt poked his head out of the doorway of his room. 

"Yeah?" 

"How would you like to take a little trip?"