Little Lamb.
Note; I don't own Glee or any of the characters. I Don't own The Script or Danny, but I wish I did. :'(
Kurt sighed softly, it was late one Friday night around 1:30, he was home alone since his father and Carol had gone to visit family and Finn was staying at Puck's. He was listening to The Script. The volume was on full blast. ''Not the happiest band to listen to…'' Kurt said to himself, he was doodling in his book. Love hearts with the name 'Danny O'Donoghue.' Written inside in perfect hand writing. Kurt rolled off his bed and on to the floor to check his phone. ''Three new messages…'' Kurt sat up against his bed, frowning slightly at his phone. He opened his inbox. One from Mercedes and two from an unknown number. He opened Mercedes' text first. 'Hey Kurty, I was just wondering if you're okay? You didn't come by today. Me, Rachel and Tina came over but all we could here was loud music playing. I hope you're okay babe. I'm always here for you. Xxx.' Kurt smiled slightly at the text, he started typing the reply. 'Hey 'Cedes, I'm fine babe. Just been a little depressed lately. And the music was The Script. Danny O'Donoghue is one hot guy! But yeah I'll be okay. Love ya' baby. Xxx.' He sent the text and opened the unknown ones. 'Hey, the music coming from your house…It's extremely depressing, did ya' know that?' Kurt frowned slightly at the text and opened the second text. 'Oh and I forgot to mention, you seem depressed, I mean listening to Breakeven and Talk You Down, isn't gonna make you feel any better pale boy.' Kurt bit his lip, who was this guy…He knew Kurt was pale and he knew what he was listening too…But after all it was on full blast. 'Umm…Who the fuck are you…Are you a pedophile? .' Kurt giggled slightly and sent the text. 'Oh you know who I am Hummel. ' Kurt was now fully engaged in this conversation. He lay flat on his belly and started texting the mystery person. 'I really don't…'
'But you do…And I'm not telling you who I am…You can have some clues…But that's all.'
'Um…Clues…Yeah they sound good…'
'Well, I'm a dude and I'm 16'
'Okay…Nice start…Where do you live?'
'Well….That shall remain a secret…'
'I'm too tired for this…Just tell me who you are!'
'Nope, come meet me at the Lima Bean tomorrow…I'll be the boy sitting with your coffee order…'
'Y-You know my coffee order?'
'Oh Hummel, you're so stupid. Everyone does. A non-fat mocha correct?'
'You really are a pedophile… I'm not meeting you anywhere!'
'I just pay attention to you…I know a lot of things about you actually.'
'Then…Tell me what you know…'
'Fine…Kurt Hummel. 16 years old. Attends WMHS. Was in a relationship with Blaine Anderson ex-Warbler. That relationship ended on Monday morning. You love coffee and you get one every day on your way to school. You wear the most expensive and weird clothes. You're not dapper and you're 100% gay. You also love your best friend Mercedes. You have an older brother Finn and you listen to the Script when you're depressed. You think they're a good band and you've always wanted to see them live. You love Danny O'Donoghue. You're a good singer with a large vocal range. ..I could go on forever.'
'Oh my god…Who are you?'
'That my dear, shall remain a secret, until you meet me.'
'No! You're scaring me…'
'Oh c'mon Hummel. My little lamb…I'm no harm. I go to a different school than you. But you do know me in person.'
'Fine. Lima Bean…Tomorrow at 9:30 am.'
'Honey...It's 2:15 now, you won't be up. How about 11:00'
'Deal…But…You gotta get there first. Get me coffee and sit by a window…'
'Alright…'
'Promise that I know you?'
'Cross my own heart.'
'Alright well…Turtle…I'm tired so g'night turtle. See you in the morning.'
'G'night little lamb...Sleep tight.'