Kurt’s heart dropped for a second. Or two.

He was sitting in his car, seat belt on, hands on the steering wheel, ready to go home after a long day, when his phone had glowed.

INCOMING TEXT:

“Hey”

That was it. Finn had texted him. Finn Fucking Hudson. He had seen the paper note and had texted him. His Finn.

Kurt’s hands were shaking and he was seriously having some trouble breathing. He was still holding the phone a few minutes later.

He wouldn’t reply until he had finally calmed down.

He looked around the parking lot from inside his car. Finn would probably have football practice today so he didn’t expect to see him; he was just making sure no one had seen his reaction.   

He sadly laughed at himself. Even if they saw Kurt having a heart attack in the middle of the hallways, they would probably just avoid him as always and try not to step on him so their shoes wouldn’t get dirty. That’s how society at McKinley worked.

Sometimes he really wished he had accepted his father’s offer to go to Dalton Academy, but the Glee Club had helped him get through all the bully he had suffered and had stood up for him, so he felt like he was going to disappoint them if he just left them and began a new life. Also, Karofsky had been expelled so the bully stuff was over.

Graduation was this year. He just had one more year left of hearing murmurs every time he wore a new jazzy outfit at school and seeing people pity “the poor gay guy”. Damn, Kurt Hummel was more than a gay guy. He had dreams and hopes and he was in love.

He had always known he wanted to do something big. Being a part of a Broadway show every weekend while working on a famous fashion company from Monday to Friday. Yes, that sounded really good.

But they had always sounded so far from becoming true.

Going back to reality, Kurt Hummel had finally calmed down and was ready to reply.

Okay Hummel, go! This is your chance.

OUTGOING TEXT:

“I see you received my note”

Ugh silly Hummel, of course he did! You put it into his locker!

Kurt had a feeling this was something he was going to regret. Not the message, but putting his number into his locker.

Somewhere back in the McKinley’s dressing boys room, Blaine Anderson was smiling to himself and trying to come up with a reply.

INCOMING TEXT:

“Well I don’t see how I wouldn’t.”

INCOMING TEXT:

“Since I suppose you won’t tell me who you are (you would have wrote your name on the paper if you had wanted to, right?) at least be fair and tell me what you’re wearing.”

Kurt almost choked on his own spit. This was something he was really not expecting. Well, if I wanted to win Finn’s heart, he would have to play his game.

OUTGOING TEXT:

“What if I’m not wearing anything.”

INCOMING TEXT:

“That would be hot. But honestly, I know that’s not true.”

Shit. Kurt thought to himself. Was he really that bad at lying?

INCOMING TEXT:

“Stop blushing. Someone is going to suspect.”

HOLY FUCKING SHIT NO. THERE’S NO WAY HE IS WATCHING ME, IS IT?

OUTGOING TEXT:

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not blushing.”

INCOMING TEXT:

“So someone pinched your cheeks way too hard or...?”

Kurt took a moment to breath deep and count to 10. Not even in his dreams he had imagined talking with Finn in a context that wasn’t talking about Glee Club or Quinn. So this was a great progress. Maybe Finn didn’t know who was sending him those messages, but Kurt was going to make sure he will slowly fall for him. A few minutes passed and Kurt hadn’t replied yet. He didn’t really know what to say. But then again, the phone glowed.

INCOMING TEXT:

“At least tell me if you’re a girl or you’re a boy.”

Mmmmmmmmmm not thanks.

OUTGOING TEXT:

“Does it matter?”

INCOMING TEXT:

“Well I like picturing the person.”

OUTGOING TEXT:

“What?”

INCOMING TEXT:

“I like picturing the person sucking my cock right now.”

Blaine had decided to skip football today. He was standing in the boys showers, completely nude, with a towel around his waist, phone in his hands and a sexy grin on his face. He was really enjoying this conversation.

OUTGOING TEXT:

“The person wha-I don’t think I gave my number to the right person, I’m sorry.”

INCOMING TEXT:

“I’m not. I’m having fun. Don’t you like sexting?”

OUTGOING TEXT:

“I don’t”

INCOMING TEXT:

“That’s probably because you never have.”

OUTGOING TEXT:

“Maybe.”

INCOMING TEXT:

“So you haven’t.”

OUTGOING TEXT:

“Okay, I haven’t sexted before and I don’t want this to be the first time. I’m sorry i shouldn’t have done this.”

INCOMING TEXT:

“But you did.”

OUTGOING TEXT:

“Yes, but now I regret it. Can you delete my number?”

INCOMING TEXT:

“What if I don’t want to.”

OUTGOING TEXT:

“Well, then I will have to call the police for stalking or something like that.”

INCOMING TEXT:

“Oh, nice. So you put your number inside MY locker and now I’m the one stalking you. I don’t think this is how things work.”

OUTGOING TEXT:

“I made a mistake, I’m sorry. Would you please if you wouldn’t mind, delete my number?”

INCOMING TEXT:

“But I do mind.”

Okay, done. Screw this! I’m getting a new number.

Kurt turned off his mobile. This wasn’t really where he wanted to go. He wanted to be all fluffy and romantic and sweet and make Finn fall for him just like in the films, not sexting. He wanted to take Finn for a walk in Central Park and maybe after, going to see Wicked again and finally having dinner in a lovely restaurant with the skyline in front of their eyes. That was what he wanted. Not this.

It was darkening and Kurt was tired. He could feel his eyes slowly closing as he made his way out of the parking lot in his old Cadillac.

He turned on the radio, letting the soundtrack of the Broadway show How To Succeed in Bussiness Without Really Trying fill his ears. He didn’t really like all the songs of that show, but he did have a special place in his heart for one.

He finally found the song he was looking for and turned up the volume. It wasn’t until the second verse when he decided to sing along.

I hear the sound of good, solid judgment
Whenever you talk;
Yet there's the bold, brave spring of the tiger
That quickens your walk.
Oh, I believe in you.
I believe in you. 

So he/she isn’t answering. What a pity. Time to go home, Anderson! Well shit is it 6pm already??!?!?

Blaine had told Rachel he would be at her home around 6pm and since he had to shower, take his motorcycle to the petrol station, do his homework and well, he didn’t really want to spend his time on Rachel, he called her to tell her he wasn’t going.

“What??!! So what have you been doing all this time???!! You had enough time, Blaine! God I sometimes think you don’t love me.”  Preach, honey.

“Calm down, Rachel. We have seen each other a few hours ago. I’ve been busy, okay? Football practice, you know.” Blaine tried to sound credible since his girlfriend had developed this ability of knowing when he was lying.

“Mmmm okay I believe you, but promise me you’re going to pick me up for school tomorrow.” She almost didn’t believe him, he could feel that.

“I am. You’re happy now?” he said with a boring tone.

“Yes! I love you, Blaine.”

“Yeah, me too.”  And he hung up.

Being honest here, Blaine had had much more fun talking to that stranger on the mobile than with Rachel in a year of relationship.

Kurt had only slept for 5 hours that night.

He had been thinking of everything. What if Finn wasn’t really the guy he thought he was? What if he was straight as hell and once he found out who was texting him, he would run away scared like a little boy?

“Kurt! Breakfast is ready!” his father shouted from upstairs.

“Coming.”

Kurt rolled out of bed, stretched himself and took a clean pair of boxers and got into the shower.

Cold water in cold mornings wasn’t really the most exciting thing, but it helped him to stay awake.

Once he was done showering, he spent 15 straight minutes doing his hair. A perfect hair required a great amount of time.

And after his hair was perfectly coiffed, it was time to choose the outfit he would wear today.

Skinny tight jeans were always a good choice. And he felt like wearing red tight pants at high school today. And maybe a grey sweater and those nice grey boots he bought two days ago.

30 minutes after his father had called him, Kurt went to the kitchen. His father was gone. He had probably told him goodbye while he was showering and he hadn’t heard him, but anyway, Burt had left him a note.

I left crepes with nocilla in the fridge. You can eat them all. Don’t forget to take money for lunch today! See you the evening, buddy.

Well, his father really knew him.

He ate the 2 crepes left and made sure he had the money for lunch.

Today is sure going to be interesting.

English class. 10 am. Blaine was bitting his pencil and looking at the blackboard with a lost look. He wasn’t really paying attention to the teacher. He never did in fact.

Blaine took the mobile out of his pocket and decided it was time to do some good. He texted first.

OUTGOING TEXT:

“Have you ever noticed that when Ms. Helena realizes no one is listening to her, she talks to the door? Like literally. She’s looking at it.”  

INCOMING TEXT:

“No, but you’re completely right. I just noticed.”

What. So…the person texting me…is in the same room I am right now… Both Blaine and Kurt thought.

They both looked around and none of them notice each other doing it. Probably because they were both sitting in different sides of the classroom and everyone was using their mobiles.

Kurt was sitting two seats away from Finn and he could see he was using his phone. But he couldn’t really see what he was doing.

And Blaine had absolutely no idea who was texting him, but now he was even more intrigued.

OUTGOING TEXT:

“Mmmm so yeah we both realized it, right?”  

INCOMING TEXT:

“Well you told me, so I guess you had already realized it.”

OUTGOING TEXT:

“I’m not talking about Ms. Helena.”  

Kurt had been watching Finn for the last 4 minutes and Kurt had been mouth opened for 4 minutes now. Finn hadn’t used his phone. He hadn’t text him. He wasn’t the one sending him messages. He didn’t know about all this. He had no idea.

Kurt panicked and felt more in danger than ever. A stranger had his mobile number and had texted him for two days now. Who the hell was texting him then?

INCOMING TEXT:

“Oh.”

INCOMING TEXT:

“By the way, I was right. I made a mistake and you weren’t the one I wanted to talk to. I don’t know who the fuck are you.”

OUTGOING TEXT:

“Well then I guess we’re both in the same situation.”  

INCOMING TEXT:

“Do you plan on telling me who you are?”

OUTGOING TEXT:

“No.”  

INCOMING TEXT:

“I don’t even know why I’m asking it I already knew the answer.”

OUTGOING TEXT:

“It wouldn’t be that interesting.”

Kurt needed to know who this person was. He needed to know who was sending him these weird texts. It was clearly someone closer to him that he thought of. And it was kind of disturbing.

He didn’t think twice when he called the number. The call was declined after a few seconds. No phone had rung in the room.

Fuck. Silence mode. Kurt swore.

OUTGOING TEXT:

“Nice try, honey. But it’s not going to be that easy ;)”

And now, the game had really begun.