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CHAPTER TWO

Kurt was smiling as he walked towards his locker. His second day back was proving to be better than the first, if that was even possible. He was so glad to be back. When he opened his locker, the first thing he saw was a photo of himself, which going by the clothes he was wearing, was taken yesterday. Turning it over, he read what had been written on the back, smiling when he saw the heart. Looking around, he tried to find Mercedes; sure that she had given it to him. When he didn't see her, he shrugged and thought that he'd thank her when he saw her in glee this afternoon. Grabbing his English book, he gently placed the photo inside. Closing his locker, he headed off to his last lesson of the day.

Watching him was addictive. His smile was beautiful. Seeing his eyes brighten and his smile grow bigger when he saw the photo was amazing. He had liked the photo, which meant that he liked the person who had sent it. Everything was perfect.

Kurt didn't get a chance to talk to Mercedes before glee. He hadn't arrived till ten minutes after it had started. His English teacher had wanted to talk to him. To discuss what work he had done whilst at Dalton. Kurt had rushed through a brief outline and before Mr Culver could ask any more questions he told him that he had to go, that he had to get to Glee club. Mr Culver had looked surprised but he had nodded. Kurt grabbed his stuff and ran to the choir room. He'd collect the rest of his things from his locker after practice. When he arrived the others were already singing. He silently mouthed an apology to Mr Schue and then sat down next to Crys, Abbi, and Jo. He listened for a moment but he soon realised what song they were singing, it was 'Wild World' by Cat Stevens. He wondered what this week's assignment was. When they'd finished, Mr Schue stood up and faced them.

"Well guys, that song was one of the many hits that Cat Stevens had. His songs catapulted him to iconic levels. His folk style songs made a huge impact on the popular music charts. And he's a great example of the assignment that we started last year which we will continue with this year. Now, iconic means many different things to many different people. They can be bands or singers who have had many hits and have lasted for decades or they can be one-hit wonders who just made the world take notice. Before we break up into our groups we need to place Kurt with one of the groups. Who'd like to have him in their group?"

Kurt was surprised to see that everyone had raised their hands. Crys had gone so far as to grab his arm. Kurt winced a little as her grip tightened, he tried to pull his arm from her grasp but she wouldn't let it go.

"Kurt can join us Mr Schue."

"I thought you girls had already started rehearsing your song. So maybe next time. I think Kurt can go with JJ's group."

"Yeah, that'd work out great. Welcome Kurt, I hope you like the band we've picked."

Kurt smiled at the other boys, while extracting his arm from Crys's tight hold. When he'd finally removed his arm, he stood up and joined the boys as he rubbed his arm. That girl had quite a grip. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Crys and Jo watching him, they seemed pretty intense and when they saw him looking at them, they smiled and waved. He waved back and then turned his attention back to the boys. He listened intently as they told him which song they would be singing. Kurt nodded his head, smiled and gave a little clap. He had always loved that song and the band was a favourite of his. He was excited to be doing it.

"So, Kurt, we'll have practice for this number every Tuesday and Thursday at my place. I'll give you my address before we leave. We'll practice from say 3.30 till 5.00 and we'll finish at 4.30 on a Thursday because we all have to go to work. We usually just head straight over to my place after school. Is that alright with you?"

"Um sure. So we'll have glee rehearsals on Monday and Wednesday and then group rehearsals on Tuesday and Thursday, yeah, that works."

"Great, we'll run you through the routine next week, seeing as Mr Schue wants to have glee every day this week."

Kurt just nodded his head. JJ seemed to be in charge. It was going to take a while to get used to the new dynamics. He missed the way it used to be but he knew that this was good; it would make him work harder to stay on top. For the rest of the lesson they went over the song, deciding which part each of them would sing and what arrangement they would use. Surprisingly, they worked it all out with minimal disagreement. They had decided to stick with the song's original arrangement. When Mr Schue told them that it was time to go, JJ grabbed his arm and got his details from him before giving him his number and address.

"Hey JJ, can I borrow your phone? Mine's died."

"Sure."

Picking up JJ's phone, he walked over to the far side of the room before he scrolled through JJ's contacts. When he found Kurt's details, he took his own phone out of his pocket and looked around to make sure no-one was watching him. He quickly entered Kurt's details into his own phone before putting it back into his pocket. Sure, he could have simply asked Kurt for his details but he wanted to surprise him. Smiling dreamily, he walked over to JJ and handed him back his phone, thanking him before he walked out of the room behind Kurt, Artie, Mercedes and Britney. He made sure that he was close enough to hear their conversation.

"Oh Mercedes, that photo was very sweet. Thank you."

His smile grew wider. He liked the photo, but why was he thanking her? He should have known that it had come from him.

"Kurt baby, what are you talking about?"

"The photo you took of me yesterday, the one you put in my locker today. It was a lovely way to welcome me back."

"Baby, I didn't do it. I wish I had, seeing how happy it has made you."

"Well, who then?" He turned his head towards Britney. "Boo, was it you?"

"No, I don't know how to use a printer."

Kurt nodded, he'd expected as much. He wasn't worried; he knew that one of his friends had given it to him. He'd just accept the gift and get on with it.

This wouldn't do, Kurt needed to know how he felt. Once he knew, everything would be great. He slowed down and allowed the others to pull ahead of him. When he reached the bike racks, he looked over at Kurt. The sun was shining directly on him, he seemed to glow. Taking out his camera, he snapped off half a dozen shots. As Kurt got into his car, he turned to Mercedes, laughing at something that she'd said. He quickly took a couple more shots. He then watched as Kurt drove out of the car park.

He made his way home, he wanted to print these photos, make sure he had caught Kurt's spirit. When he had shut the front door, he knew that he was alone. Both his parents were still at work. Even when they were home, they left him alone anyway, which was just the way he liked it. Before he went to his room, he grabbed something to eat and drink and then walked down the hall. He closed and locked his bedroom door before turning on his computer and connecting his camera. Looking through the photos, he smiled. They were wonderful. He was glad that he'd spent the extra money on this camera and printer. Choosing the best pictures, he printed them off and then walked over to the old cupboard that stood in the corner of the room. Lifting the chain from around his neck, he grabbed the key and unlocked the door. Inside, most of the shelves had been removed; there was only one shelf in the middle of the cupboard which held a lamp with a soft red bulb in it and a framed copy of one of the photos he'd taken yesterday. He took the new photos and he taped them to the back wall of the cupboard next to the others. Before he placed the last one on the wall, he gently kissed the photo and caressed Kurt's image with his thumb. He knew that he and Kurt would be very happy together. He would just have to get him alone. Away from those girls, their love would grow and be all they needed. And he knew they perfect place.

Kurt stuck the photo face down on his mirror, so that he could see the message. He was so glad that he was back at McKinley. Finishing up his nightly facial routine, he stood up and lightly touched the photo. Turning off the light, he crawled into bed and closed his eyes with a sigh. Twenty minutes later, he was woken by the message alert on his phone. Reaching over groggily, he opened the message, not even checking to see who it was from.

"Goodnight beautiful. Have a wonderful sleep, I'll be dreaming of you."

Smiling, he closed the phone and placed it on his bedside table before rolling over. Sleep soon enveloped him. That night, he dreamt of Blaine, whom he missed greatly. His dreams were full of love and laughter. He and Blaine were celebrating their wedding day with their families. When he awoke the following morning the dream stayed with him. He knew that the love he'd dreamed of was real and that both his and Blaine's families loved them and he knew that one day they would be married. Their six month anniversary was coming up and he and Blaine had organised a party for this weekend. Most of the details had been worked out before Blaine left for New York. Kurt had talked to Blaine every night since he'd left but he couldn't wait to see him on Friday. Kurt knew that Blaine was the one, even though they'd only been dating for six months, no one had made him feel like this. He was his soul mate. It was only then that Kurt remembered the text from last night. Reaching for his phone, he looked at the message again. He frowned when it came up as an unknown number. He had assumed that it had been from Blaine, he now knew better. It couldn't have come from one of the girls; he had all of their numbers in his phone.

"OK, this is strange," he mumbled to himself. "It must have been a wrong number."

With that, he deleted the message and put his phone into his pocket and made his way to the kitchen. He was just finishing his food when Finn stumbled in, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

"Morning."

"Good morning Finn, did you sleep well?"

Finn grunted in response as he pulled the cereal and a bowl from the cupboard before getting the milk out of the fridge. Kurt smiled into his glass as he took a sip of juice. Mornings were not Finn's favourite time of day. He took a long time to wake up. There were the odd days where he was communicative, but they were rare. Kurt decided to see if today was one of those rare days.

"So, Finn, what have you got planned for today?"

"Hmph."

"Well that sound like fun, maybe we….."

Kurt was interrupted by his phone. He pulled it form his pocket, opened it and read the message.

"I can't wait to see you at school today."

It was from the same number as the message the previous night.

"Argh, seriously, check your phone number." Kurt murmured softly to himself.

"What's wrong?"

Obviously he hadn't spoken quietly enough. He glanced up to see Finn looking at him with a look of concern. A couple of minutes ago, he still looked half asleep, yet here he was, seemingly fully alert.

"Oh, it's nothing really. It's ok."

"Kurt, no more secrets, remember? Tell me what's going on."

"Seriously Finn, it's nothing. I got a text last night and another one just then. Someone is just sending them to the wrong number."

"What did they say?"

Kurt showed him the new text and told him what the one from last night had said.

"See, it's nothing. Obviously someone has gotten a wrong number and I'm getting their love texts."

"Yeah, I've done that. When Rachel and I started dating, I wrote her number down wrong. It wasn't until a couple of days and a few dozen texts later that I realised I'd been texting a stranger."

Kurt stood up and patted Finn's shoulder, telling him that he'd see him at school later. Finn nodded his head and raised his hand in a kind of wave as he was engrossed in the morning cartoons. Kurt just smiled and went down to get ready for school.

He hoped that Kurt had liked the texts; it was the truth after all. He had dreamt about him, such vivid beautiful dreams. Dreams where the two of them were living together happily. He knew that one day it would happen. No one would stand in his way; he'd make sure of it.