Three times. It was three times that Ive already tried to call him, but he hasnt answered yet. I know that hes probably still on his way home in his car, but still. If there is any chance that he didnt want to go home and stopped the car... well, then I just have to keep calling him.

Im not going to lie – Im worried. A lot. I know that the homecoming was a disaster and after all Kurts been doing these past few years to get into Northwestern, he probably wants to be left alone because lets be honest – all hes achieved tonight was nothing. Absolutely nothing. And I dont want to be a pessimist, believe me I dont, but the whole school laughed at us and no one wants to write for him and help him with his magazine now. He must feel awful, and thats why I want to be there for him.

And when he almost fell before I caught him in my arms and when he started shaking his head after I asked him if he was okay... I cant leave him alone. I dont want him to be alone, I feel like I just need to be there for him.

I take my phone and try to call him again - Im almost back home and because my parents didnt go to homecoming, Im alone with just my phone in my hand. The call suddenly ends – he rejected the call! I stop walking.

"What?" I say out loud, staring at the device in my hand. I mean, why would he do that? If he saw that I was calling him, that means that hes already home and has his phone, and that means that he could have at least called me back and told me to leave him alone. Im even more worried now!

I continue on my way home and finally get into my room. I fall into my bed and close my eyes. Today has been one hell of a day, and Im exhausted. I desperately want to call Kurt again and make sure that hes really okay after tonight. Were boyfriends after all, he should tell me at least something. Even if he doesnt want to open up to me, he has to know that Im worried. On the other hand, if he really wants to be left alone, Ill respect that and wait until he wants to talk to me himself.

Ill see him at school tomorr- wait, no I wont. Its Friday, so Ill just have to call him tomorrow again. Maybe we could hang out for a while and try to come up with any idea to make his literary magazine.

Ill tell my parents that Im outside with a friend or something again. I hate lying to them, but Im afraid that my dad wont like me having a boyfriend. My mom would be able to handle it... maybe. I dont know, she seemed quite okay with it after I came out to her and dad. But he started shouting that he never wanted to have a faggot for a son. I remember that night as if it was yesterday. I got so scared of him that I started crying, but my mom managed to calm him down. At least a bit. Later he said that he was okay with it, but I can tell that really he isnt.

I dont want to think about my parents though. I just have to hope that Kurt actually answers my calls tomorrow.

xoXOXox

When I wake up its already late morning. For a second I panic that Ill be late for school, but then I realize that its Saturday. Ah finally! I let my head fall back into my soft pillow and curl up in my warm blanket. I dont want to wake up yet, its so comfortable in here!

But then I remember what happened yesterday and open my eyes, suddenly fully awake. Kurt was so upset when he left the homecoming, I just wanted to be there for him, but it seems that all those walls he has built up around himself over the years of being alone are going to be a little harder to break. I want him to open up to me, but only if he himself wants it. And Ill do anything to make him feel better about yesterday.

Suddenly my phone rings and I immediately grab it, answering the call.

"Kurt?" I say.

"Hi," he answers. I hear him swallow. "Look, Im sorry about yesterday." He continues, "I shouldve called you back, but I kinda wanted to be alone."

"Yeah, I got that," I laugh quietly. "But I want you to know that you dont have to be alone anymore. If you want to be, then sure, but if you need anything, Ill be here for you." I answer honestly . "Always." I add.

"Th-thanks," he says awkwardly. "Sorry, I dont say thanks very often." He laughs. I laugh with him.

"Thats okay." I say. "Hey, do you want to go grab some coffee or something?" I ask, hoping that hell say yes.

"Sure!" I hear him smiling. "I know just the place!"

xoXOXox

One hour later and Im hugging Kurt in front of some coffee shop that Ive never been to. There are so many things in this city for me to discover, even when Kurt always says that its in the corner of nothing and nowhere.

When I see him sitting to the table on the opposite side of me, waiting for the coffee that we ordered, I cant help but notice how happy Kurt seems. Just yesterday he was more upset than ever and now hes practically beaming.

"What is it?" I ask, smiling myself.

He looks up and asks, "what?" Hes so adorable like this.

"Nothing, you just seem so happy after yesterday." I say. He looks down, apparently thinking about the homecoming. Hes not happy about it, but it lasts only a second before he grins and looks back at me.

"Im happy," he says. "Possibly for the first time in my life Im happy because I have a plan how to make the literary magazine." He smiles at me and takes a sip of his coffee as soon as the waitress brings it to us.

"Really, how?" I ask, incredulous.

"Everyone has something to hide." He answers and chuckles. He seems proud of this idea.

"What do you mean?" I ask. I dont know why, but this seems a bit suspicious.

"Well, just this Monday," He starts all excited. "I caught Nicholas and Scott making out in the boys bathroom. I promised not to tell anyone, but you wont tell this anybody else, right?" He asks.

"Uh, no," I say. "Were practically the same as them, secretly dating." I whisper after that. He smirks at me and takes my hand.

"At school maybe, but I really want to be your boyfriend at least outside the school." He smiles at me and strokes the back of my hand with his thumb.

"Of course," I smile back and put my other hand over his.

"Well, and I made them write for me in exchange for keeping my mouth shut." He says. Wait... what?

"What?" I ask and put my hand away. He rolls his eyes and takes another sip of his coffee.

"Look, I know that Im probably the worst person here," he admits when he sees my expression. "And I know that this is probably the most selfish thing that Ive ever done in my life, but I need it." He smiles at me, a bit unsure of himself suddenly.

"So you blackmail them?" I ask. I know that we know each other barely two weeks, but I felt like I know him already, and I didnt think that he would ever want to blackmail anyone.

"Yes, its the only way, I told you – everyone hates me here and no one would ever want to write for me. Its the only possible option."

"But its not right." I tell him. "You shouldnt take advantage of them like that, Kurt. Imagine if someone caught us in that bathroom and blackmailed us."

"Uh no," he says, grimacing. "Not in that bathroom, I made sure not to use it ever again after I saw them there."

"Kurt," I say, looking closer into his blue eyes. "Im serious here, its not right to blackmail someone, especially someone who has to hide who he is or is still in the closet and afraid to come out." He keeps quiet, so I take his hand again and squeeze. "Kurt, look me in the eyes-" he slowly looks up, "-and tell me if it really feels right to do something like this." He keeps looking into my eyes, but doesnt say a word.

Suddenly he takes his hand away and stands up. "Where are you going?" I ask, standing up myself and taking my coffee.

"I dont need you to tell me what to do, Blaine, I know I have to do this and I plan to continue so I can have more submissions. I need all of them, any that I can get or I can never get to Northwestern, okay?" He says. "And Id appreciate it if you as my boyfriend supported me." He starts walking away, but I quickly grab his sleeve and turn him around.

"Kurt, I didnt say that I dont support you. Ill always want to help you and I really wish that you get to that school, but this... this just isnt right, you have to know that." I insist. I dont want to fight with him right after we got together, but blackmailing someone... God.

"I know that it isnt right," he says. "But do you honestly have any better idea how to do the magazine? Or how to get any story or a poem at all from those dumbasses that our school is full of?" He asks and I have to shake my head because hes right, I dont have any better idea.

"I guess I cant stop you, can I," I sigh and he smiles, hugging me again. We stay like this for a couple of seconds before I pull away slightly, pressing my forehead against his. He looks down at my lips and my eyes automatically look at his lips too. "I shouldnt want to kiss you so bad right now, people might see." I whisper, leaning slightly closer.

"I guess... I guess that well have to take that risk," he whispers against my lips, finally closing the gab between us and kissing me. It isnt a long kiss, but its sweet and beautiful.

He giggles silently and I swear that its the most adorable sound that Ive ever heard. I chuckle again and he takes my hand, leading me happily out of the shop.

"Hey," I call at him, "that didnt change my mind, I hope you know that. Im still not okay with that blackmailing plan of yours." He rolls his eyes, sighs and turns around to kiss me again.

"I know."