Title: Catfish (Prologue)

Pairing: Kurtbastian; Mike/Quinn; Tina/OC; Rachel/Finn (past Klaine; Kadam)

Rating: By chapter (so-far PG)

Summary: Catfish AU. At the age of 25, Kurt Hummel finds himself living in Boston, working in a job he's not sure of, and living the life he'd never imagine himself to be in. The only solace he takes comfort in is his mysterious chat mate, whom he'd met at a Group Chatroom, and now has been his best friend and confidante for almost 3 years. No Facebook profile. No photos. No webcam.

And now Kurt wants to meet him.

A/N: The POV is here is actually from the camera. It's kind of hard to explain but in reference, I just kind of described what would the viewers see.

'How are you feeling man?' The camera focused on the hunched figure seated on the passenger seat. The man's profile was gorgeous, nose perfectly shaped, paired with a sharp jaw, and eye color wherein the color of the sea and the sky were mixed in.

'You look kind of pale-well, paler than usual', Sam joked, trying to lighten the mood.

The guy barked out a laugh. 'I'm sure anyone would be if they're about to meet someone who changed their life for the past 3 years.'

'True', Mike agreed, shifting a bit to get a better camera angle. 'I can't get the hang of this camera, shit.'

'Dude!' Sam stared at him in disbelief. 'You're not supposed to curse on film!'

'Oh shit sorry.' Mike snorted. 'Well, we can edit it out anyway. I'd love to be the guy who always get the *bleeps*'

'Way to ruin the mood guys', a drawling voice piped up from the backseat. The camera diverted from the guy in the passenger seat to the backseat. It focused on a petite woman with long, blonde, hair which was styled in a messy bun that day. Her liquid amber eyes gazing at the camera lens coyly. Lips curling into a smile, she let out a tinkling laugh.

'Dude! Kurt should be in focus! Kurt, not Quinn' Sam chastised him for the second time. 'I really should've been the camera guy.'

She pushed the camera away, forcing Mike to return the focus on Kurt. Kurt, who was now biting his nails and clearly contemplating whether or not this was a good idea. He sighed deeply, turning his gaze towards the window.

'God', he muttered. 'I hated this place. A small part of me still does.' The camera zooms in a bit for effect. 'To think I'd come back to the place I've been trying to get out all my life, all for of one person.' He let out a bitter laugh. 'I'm not even sure if he's real. What if he's not?'

A shuffling noise was heard, and then a hand appeared in the camera view. It was clearly Quinn's. She was caressing his back gently, trying to give him small comfort.

Sam sighed. The camera shifted to him, capturing his uneasy mannerisms of raking his hand through his hair. 'Do you still want to go through this dude? Because I'd totally understand if you don't.'

A moment of silence passed, at least until the light sniffles died away. The camera panned back to Kurt, who at that moment, sat a bit straighter, shoulders squared, and head held high. He dabbed at his eyes carefully, and then he fixed his appearance using the rearview mirror.

'Of course, I'd go through this. We did not drive out here for 3 hours for nothing.'

Kurt finally unbuckled himself and then got out of the car. Sam quickly glanced back. 'Who's going to stay?'

The view changed to Quinn. She raised her hand. 'I will. I won't turn the engine off, just in case something happens. I'll have my phone ready as well.'

'Thanks Quinn.'

Sam got out first. And then the camera shot was directed to the floor, the filming a bit shaky due to movements being made. Once outside, suburban houses, cemented roads, clear skies, and rows of trees filled the shot. The pan zoomed out, trying to take everything in, soaking up the setting of the main event.

'Mike, over here.'

The shot diverted back to Sam and Kurt, who were already both in front of a three-storied house. It had an old family generation feel to it, what with the cream colored walls, the majestic stone columns, and even the intricately main twin door entrance.

'Woah', Mike whispered in awe.

'I think I'm going to throw up', Kurt had his arm over his stomach, bending a bit. It was true. When the camera zoomed into Kurt's face, his complexion was slightly green. 'Oh my god.'

Sam was visibly conflicted. 'I don't think they'd appreciate that dude. Do you want to sit down on the steps for a bit or something?' Crouching down to Kurt's level, he stroked his back in a comforting manner. 'Do you want a drink? I'm sure there are water bottles from the gas station we stopped by awhile ago...'

Kurt sat down on one of the steps. Uncharacteristically, he hung his head low between his legs.

'Shit. Kurt don't force yourself okay, we can always just come back', Mike told him.

'No, no', he responded in a weak, muffled voice. 'Just...Just give me a second and I'll be fine.'

Sam loudly sighed. 'Kurt.'

Fully distracted with simultaneously encouraging whilst comforting Kurt, the trio has failed to notice the sound of the door being unlocked.

'Guys', Mike hissed as the pair scrambled to get up.

Both doors opened wide, revealing a fancy interior that could clearly be spotted from the house designs of old Hollywood classic movies. Unfortunately, the camera instead focused on the person who opened the door.

Everybody held their breaths, not knowing how to fully react.

The camera caught all the subtle movements, from the small twitching movements of Sam's hands, as if he were itching to whisk Kurt away and protect him from that harsh reality, all the way to the visible closing off that was evident in Kurt's expression.

'Kurt?'

It was Kurt's online romance—the person who Kurt had talked every day with, who Kurt had grown to know intimately. It was the person, who despite their recent relationship, felt as if they knew each other for a lot longer than that.

It was the very person who changed Kurt's life.

'What the hell?'

Kurt shook his head. It wasn't the guy at all. It was a mistake.

He was catfished.