It was a dozy Thursday in the coffee shop where Kurt was sitting with his homework. He could to his death not get a grip around why he had so much homework when he was so close to his graduation. Hadn't someone once told him that senior year was meant for goofing around?

"Can I sit here?" an unfamiliar voice asked and Kurt dragged his eyes away from his book and up to meet a blonde guy, boy more like it with that face. He wearing black, framed glasses, a navy trench coat and a scarf in red nuances. His blonde hair was arranged in a mirror-perfected mess with tips spiking out here and there.

"I'm so sorry, I don't mean to interrupt you, but... aren't you Kurt Hummel?" the boy asked and suddenly Kurt was wide awake, the annoyance of being pulled from his doze completed melted away.

"Yeah. I am. Why?" he asked a little cautious. In Lima it was never a good thing when people he had no relation to knew his name - usually it meant bullies getting ready to take a toll at him.

"It's kind of embarrassing, but I don't care because you really are Kurt Hummel. The Kurt Hummel. I can't believe I'm sitting here talking to you," the boy burst out, fast and words stumbling over each other.

"Okay. So I saw you at Sectionals with your glee club, and I was stunned. Even when swaying in the background all I saw was you, and your voice is so magnificent. It's so lame but I just had to get to know you so I've watched you and here I am talking to you and oh my god I'm like your biggest fan -" the boy blabbered our like there was no tomorrow.

Kurt felt his face redden a little and his mouth pulled up to a slight smile.

"Wow. I'm flattered," Kurt stammered. How was he supposed to respond to that?

"I'm Chandler, by the way. I am so honored to meet you," the blonde grinned and looked like he could possibly faint from the situation.

Chandler didn't faint. On the contrary he and Kurt talked for a long time. That was Chandler asking Kurt for everything related to his performing career. He dragged up stuff Kurt had even forgot about and told that he had tried talking his parents into letting him transfer school to be in McKinley so he could get to be closer to Kurt.

When Kurt finally had to leave Chandler stumbled awkwardly after him after he had already told him goodbye, and he caught up with Kurt halfway to his car.

"I'm sorry if this is creepy. I am not some crazy stalker, I swear. I just - can I get your number? I really wanna see you again," Chandler stammered out with blushing cheeks and troubling eye contact.

xXx

Blaine was sitting with his laptop in the kitchen. He was trying to find out where he could get a shirt he had seen that he really wanted, but usually he asked Kurt for fashion advice - because who wouldn't? But Kurt wasn't home and Blaine was really annoyed, because honestly he just wanted to know if Kurt thought it would look good on him.

"Hey there," Kurt thrilled as he came strutting into the kitchen. He found a bottle of water in the fridge and pressed a wet kiss to Blaine's cheek before sitting down next to him. Yup, Blaine was definitely on fire.

Kurt directed his attention to the screen as he knew that Blaine only ever sat in the kitchen like that if he needed help with something. He scrolled a little down the page, pressed the different colors and zoomed the pictures.

"You wanna get that shirt?" Kurt asked and drank from the bottle as he switched the shirt's color between red and mustard while eyeing out Blaine.

"Yeah, I just - I don't know where to get it," Blaine said as innocently as he could. He didn't want Kurt to know how much he craved to hear him say that he looked good, but whenever they were discussing clothes and Kurt complimented him he simply dissolved to a puddle of mush even though he knew Kurt didn't mean it the way Blaine dreamed of.

"It would be really cute on you. The mustard. I love that..."

Kurt's phone vibrated and he grabbed it out. He opened the text and blushed a little with a smile spreading on his face. Blaine couldn't really say what it was, but something inside him was tying up. He really didn't like that.

Kurt clicked out a quick reply and let the phone drop to the table before returning his eyes to the screen, only this time he seemed giddy and unfocused.

"I'm sorry. I was saying something... Yes, yes. The yellow really works with you, cause you have this dark thing going on. You should work with that," Kurt said.

Blaine was not amused. Usually Kurt would have referred to his eyes and skin and hair compared to the color and texture of the fabrics. Now he seemed like he was brushing it off.

The phone buzzed again on the table and Kurt quickly picked it up. He threw his hand to his mouth and strangled a giggle before he let his long, slender fingers dance over the screen.

"Okay. I have to tell you this Blaine! You will not believe what happened to me today! I was at The Lima Bean to do homework as per usual. I do not get why Mrs. Johnson find it okay to give us a report on - anyway, that's not the point," Kurt eagered out and Blaine could already feel that whatever was about to come he was not going to like it.

"So this guy that I've never seen before comes up to me and asks if he can sit. Unfortunately I can't really claim an entire table to myself so I accept, and now the crazy part comes - he says that he's my biggest fan! He starts rambling about me, and asks me questions of Regionals, and when I was in Cheerios and all that stuff. And he was so cute!" Kurt blabbered out.

Easy. It doesn't have to mean anything. So he has a stalker, stalkers are creepy and Kurt would never fall for that, Blaine tried calming himself, but the little voice from the back of his mind just won't shut up.

"Can you believe it? I have a fan!" Kurt giggled and replied to the text that had recently ticked in on his phone.

"Sure. I mean - you're the best performer I've seen, so why wouldn't you -" Blaine stuttered awkwardly. He didn't want to sound like he was worshipping him, but he wanted to let him know that he too thought Kurt was a great performer.

"Ugh, Blaine. Where would I be without you? You really are the best!" Kurt grinned and gave Blaine a one-arm-hug before he got to his feet and headed for the stairs to their rooms.

"I really should thank our parents for making you my brother," he said and was gone.

xXx

When Kurt entered the kitchen the next morning he was practically bouncing. He couldn't really pinpoint what it was but he was definitely in a good mood this morning. He kissed his dad's cheek and hugged Susan before sitting down.

"Where's Blaine?" Kurt asked when he realized his step-brother was missing from the morning gathering. He started cutting out his grape-fruit and wondered whether he would be driving to school alone this morning.

Usually he and Blaine drove to school together on Fridays because they both had classes from 8.30 and glee club by the end of the day so would have time to gossip about that on the way home and have it out of their systems before family dinner.

This was the first time Blaine hadn't been to breakfast before him on a day they were going to school together.

"He was early. He said he had some things he wanted to get done before class so he would go to the library," Susan said and offered Kurt a cup of coffee.

"Oh. Okay… I guess," Kurt said. That was strange.

Kurt checked his phone. There were no messages from Blaine, only from Chandler.

Chandler: "It was so dark last night. Someone had stolen the stars and put them in your eyes."

Kurt giggled to himself. That was without a doubt the cheesiest thing anyone had ever said to him. Except for the bunch of other texts Chandler had sent him. This guy held some really corny lines - but damn was it refreshing to feel attractive and desired. And the fact that he was cute in a needy, puppy kind of way only made it all better.

Apparently he would go to school alone today. That sucked. He had really been looking forward to read some of these ridiculous texts to Blaine so they could laugh at them together. Sharing and laughing with Blaine was one of the best things he knew.

Kurt didn't see Blaine all day. Not even in the cafeteria over lunch. Brittany said she had seen him alone in the choir room and she was pretty sure he was waiting for Brad so they could work out a way for them to take over glee club together and in time the rest of the school. When Kurt texted him if he wanted to join him for lunch he didn't reply.

"Hey. Where have you been? I haven't seen you all day," Kurt pouted when he dumped down on the chair next to Blaine in the choir room as the other glee club members slowly started to gather around them.

"I just had stuff to do," Blaine said a little absentmindedly and directed his attention towards the whiteboard even though all it held was an obscure drawing Puck had felt the need to share with the world. Mr. Schuester hadn't even shown up yet.

"Alright. Wanna hang out before family dinner?" Kurt asked.

"I can't. Lots of homework, you know -" Blaine shrugged.

Kurt was bummed out. He didn't like Blaine rejecting him like that. Especially since he knew that he was currently in the middle of a project he still had a month to finish, so he didn't have to go hard on it now.

He didn't get to think any deeper about it though, because Mr. Schue entered the choir room and started talking about whether they should do singing jobs around town for the upcoming holidays such as thanksgiving and Christmas.

xXx

When Kurt came home Susan had just come herself. She was unloading groceries and smiled at him as he came through the kitchen. On his way he stopped to grab a bottle of water from the fridge before setting for his room.

As he walked up the stairs he stopped in front of Blaine's door for a moment, considering to ask him if he wanted to hang out. Then he remembered the mood Blaine had been in all day so he proceeded to his own room, sad and disappointed over the depressing way his weekend was starting out.

xXx

TV was terrible. Nothing good was on. Blaine could not figure out what kind of person had found it fun to create the idea for realtor shows - surely a sadistic douche.

He adjusted himself a little and groaned into his pillow. He had been rude to Kurt today, he knew that and he really felt bad about it, but he simply couldn't face him and his smitten-over-texts-from-another-guy face

When Blaine had woken up this morning he had been excited for the weekend. He and Kurt were going shopping Saturday which meant alone-time with Kurt and hopefully Kurt telling him how he liked him looking and dressing. Shopping, by definition, also meant a really happy Kurt, a Kurt who could laugh himself to cramps and not worry about anything.

Then Blaine had suddenly remembered the day before in the kitchen where Kurt had ecstatically told him about a guy he had exchanged phone numbers with - and Blaine's heart dropped.

"Why am I being so stupid?!" Blaine groaned into his pillow. He knew that the day where Kurt would start flirting and dating had to come eventually. He was nearly 18 years old and he was almost out of high school. Sure, Kurt was very cautious but there was no way he was planning on dying as an old maiden.

I just hoped that at least he wouldn't do it in front of me, Blaine thought and stared into the ceiling.

That had been the only good thing Blaine could find about Kurt moving to New York in less than a year; when he started flirting around he wouldn't have to witness it - until Chandler came along.

He was being selfish and unfair, he was perfectly aware of that, but he couldn't help the way his insides tied up when he thought about Kurt's cute, little smile when he was reading those texts.

Blaine turned around and knew that he should be getting ready for dinner, but he couldn't shake off the feeling that Kurt would be there and he would be cute and beautiful and talk about their shopping trip the next day - and it would be impossible for Blaine to resist his good mood.

xXx

Kurt was definitely in high spirits. He laughed a lot and engaged in deep conversation with Susan about a recipe-blog she had recently found. Blaine did his bestto deepen himself in conversation with Burt about what the change of economics in sports would mean for the players' training and performance.

It was hard, though. Ever time Kurt saw a possibility he found out his phone to giggle at new texts. Blaine had never seen him so absorbed in his phone before. He always found it to be bad manners whenever people had their phone out during dinner and parties, but it seemed like these texts made him forget that altogether.

At one point, during coffee, Kurt was laughing so hard from his text that he had to clasp his mouth over his mouth. It was too much for Blaine - all he wanted was to be the one to put that glow on Kurt's face.

"I don't feel so well. Is it okay if I just go to bed?" Blaine asked insecurely. He didn't want to upset his mom, but he really honestly felt bad and really wanted to sleep it all away.

"Of course, honey. Are you gonna be alright?" His mom asked nervously with her eyes taking in his uncomfortable appearance.

"Yeah. I just need some sleep, I guess," Blaine tried to assure her. He took his cup and dish to the kitchen and headed for his room.

"Is anything wrong with Blaine?" Kurt asked when he realized Blaine had left the room. He locked his phone and pushed into his pocket to return his attention to his dad and Susan.

"I don't know. He's been quiet all day. I hope he's not getting sick," Susan sighed.

Kurt felt uneasy. He couldn't really tell what it was but he felt like it was something he should be worried about. He promised himself that if Blaine continued to seem depressed like that he would talk to him in the morning.

"Yeah. He was quiet in school today, too. He didn't even wanna sit with me at lunch or anything," Kurt told.

They didn't discuss it any further, but when Kurt went upstairs he considered going to Blaine's room but he figured he didn't want to wake him up if he was already asleep. He settled for sending a text saying "goodnight, I hope you're better tomorrow". Kurt couldn't explain it, but an unease was filling his body when he was finally in bed.