"Mercedes?" said Kurt as soon as the line was picked up.

"Um, what?" said a voice that was most certainly did not belong to Mercedes,

"Shit, I'm sorry I just... I must've typed her number in wrong I... God, I'm sorry," Kurt rambled.

"Are you crying?" the mystery person asked.

"N-no..." Kurt denied, wiping away his tears hastily.

"... It's okay to admit you're upset you know?"

"I..." Kurt sighed, this guy was actually paying attention to him instead of just hanging up.

"D'you mind if I ask you your name, mystery wrong number caller?"

"... Kurt" he gave in.

"Well Kurt, it's okay to admit you're upset. I won't judge you for it."

"Okay... maybe I'm not fine..." Kurt sighed, lying back on his bed.

"See, that wasn't so difficult," the guy said, making Kurt laugh weakly.

"D'you mind if I ask your name? I feel really stupid crying my eyes out to some stranger over the phone,"

"Hey, don't feel stupid. And, I'm Blake by the way."

"Well, sorry for calling you up Blake. I feel like such an idiot."

"Don't. It's fine Kurt... D'you wanna tell me why you're upset? I usually feel confiding in someone helps me feel better," Blake offered.

"I... I just got dumped..." Kurt said slowly. Then, biting his lip he risked it. "By my asshole of a boyfriend,"

"Oh, Kurt. I'm so sorry for you." Blake said, without a single hesitation over the fact he'd said 'boyfriend'.

"He was such a douche bag. Why I didn't see it I don't know, I just... I thought he was different..."

"Can I know this asshole's name?" Blake inquired.

"Sebastian." Kurt said, the name now bitter on his tongue. "Sebastian Smythe,"

"Oh my god. Kurt, you poor thing."

"Y-You know him?" said Kurt, surprised.

"Yeah. I used to go to the same school as him a couple years back. Does he still go to Crawford Country Day?"

"Y-yeah he does. He's such a..."

"You don't even have to say it Kurt, I know. He tried to take control of my old show choir as soon as he joined because he thought he was better than us all."

"Vocal Adrenaline?"

"That's the one,"

"Wow. That's so weird. Wait, why aren't you still in Vocal Adrenaline then? They seem like such a hard group to get into?"

"I moved. Left Westerville and I'm out in LA now. I wish I could visit some of my old friends though. They were really nice. I hope Sebastian hasn't taken over completely,"

"I don't think he has. I mean, he makes it out like they're all under his thumb but I met a couple of them and they said that he's no where near as high up as he'd made me believe."

"Well that's good then. I'm sorry about him though,"

"It's not your fault. If anything it's mine. I should've noticed him becoming distant and really should've expected it to be cheating. Apparently he's been seeing some other guy behind my back for a month now."

"Ouch. I'm so sorry Kurt,"

"You know what, he's totally not worth me crying over. Seeing the look on his face when we kick his ass at Regional's will make up for all the crap he's done,"

"I didn't realise you were in a show choir too. Now you just have to tell me which one you're in," Blake said playfully, earning a giggle from Kurt.

"The McKinley High New Directions," Kurt admitted proudly.

"McKinley, that's fairly near Westerville isn't it?"

"Yeah, it's Lima."

"Oh yeah! That's, what two hours form Westerville?"

"Well, one and a half at a push. Sebastian always used that as a bit on an excuse for not meeting up as much."

"Okay, now that's totally unjustified. If he was a good boyfriend, he would make the effort to drive for an hour and a half."

"I like the use of if" Kurt noted, finding a face wipe to clean his eyes, his tears long dried out by now.

"Man that guy's a douche," Blake said making Kurt laugh.

"Just a bit, yeah."

"I'm glad I've managed to cheer you up though," Blake said.

"Yeah, thanks for that." Kurt said. And he meant it too. he was surprised at how easily he and Blake were talking, as if they were old friends catching up or something crazy like that. "If I'm totally honest, you've probably been more help than Mercedes would've been. She's my best friend and all, but she would probably have been really patronising and stuff. And god don't get me started on if I'd have called Rachel," Kurt laughed.

"Are those guys also in the New Directions?"

"Yeah. Rachel kinda takes over a lot and Mercedes and her often have a Diva-Off over it. Glee club is a little crazy fairly often." Kurt laughed.

"Wow, I wish I could see those two Diva-Off. That sounds hilarious."

"Believe me, it's so much fun to see them get so competitive over silly little things. Rachel's convinced she's going to be a Broadway star someday. However, we still don't know if we've got into NYADA yet and wont for absolutely ages so who knows."

"Wow, New York? That's awesome. Wait, you said 'we've'. Have you applied to NYADA too?"

"Yeah..." Kurt said shyly, "I'm so hoping I get in but it's just so competitive,"

"I'm sure you'll get in Kurt."

"Can I ask you something?" Kurt asked, biting his lip.

"Sure,"

"How old are you? I mean, you already know how old I am because I'm applying to NYADA which means I'm a senior and stuff and I was-"

"Kurt. It's fine." Blake laughed. "I'm eighteen."

"Oh. Good, I was a little worried I was just like, spilling everything to some random old guy or something crazy like that..."

"Crazy old guy? Ouch. Do I really sound that old?" Blake teased,

"No! Not at all. I just... I got a little paranoid after I calmed down and realised I was still talking to some guy in LA that I don't actually know."

"It's okay Kurt. Really," Blake laughed. There were voices in the background on Blake's end, "I'll be there in a minute," he called to whoever it was. "I'm sorry Kurt. I've gotta go. But, if you ever want to talk to me again, if you ever want to talk about anything, I'll be here okay?"

"Okay. And, thank you." Kurt blushed. "You've... you've helped a lot. I'm glad I got the wrong number,"

"Me too, Kurt. It's been nice to talk to you,"

"I'll talk to you later then, I guess,"

"Yeah, take care Kurt,"

"You too Blake,"