A/N: Thank you all for the reviews. Seriously, all that positive energy caused me to put my other fanfiction on hold and focus 100 % percent on this story. I'll do my best to makesure this story stays worthy of your attention. Now, on with the story!

BTW, I've had few messages asking me an LOL question. Yes! I'm really a guy. Just saying that to clear the record.


"Haha! Kurt, you got some moves for a white boy!"

The fashionable teen giggled lightly, clutching his iPhone to his ear. The Cheerios' performance had been a complete hit. Even Sue had said that it was "ok," which meant "Great Job." And Kurt was sure that his vocals had been a major part of that success. "You sure? I think I might have been a little over the top with the grinding."

Mercedes laughed assuringly into her cell. She and Kurt had done some celebratory shopping, designer brand only, after the routine. "Your grinding was better than my cousin LaToya's, and she gets paid to do it," she remarked playfully, toying with her diamond earring.

The compliment caused Kurt to bite his lower lip as he tried to stifle a smirk. Heat flooded up to the tip of his ears. Kurt hated blushing; he found it to be his most unattractive quality. But at least it matched his Cheerios uniform.

Memories of the earlier performance had distracted him so much; he'd barely been able to finish his nightly facial routine correctly. "Well, it's just too bad Finn wasn't there to see it." Kurt eyed his wiggling, carefully-pedicured toes, pursing his lips.

"How is Hudson?" asked his sassy BFF.

After the last school year, when Finn had been granted permission to move back in, he and Finn had come to an agreement. Finn would be more open to Kurt, and Kurt would be less aggressive in his pursuit of the taller teen's heart. After a while, Kurt found himself falling less in love with the football player and caring more for him as a brother.

He pulled back the bamboo privacy partition that separated their beds. Finn was wrapped heavily in two plaid spreads, with beads of sweat on his forehead and intermittent snores escaping his nose.

"Yeah," Kurt said with a sigh and a roll of his eyes, "He's is knocked-out."

They both laughed.

His phone buzzed as an incoming text arrived in his inbox. "Hold on 'Cedes," Kurt said, " I gots me a message."

"Okay, Kurt."

His fingers danced across the screen as he reached the location his new message. The words that appeared on the screen made his throat close. "Oh my," was all he managed to squeak out.

"Kurt? What's wrong, hun?"

Kurt couldn't answer. He was a little dumbstruck by this. The message was so..unsuspected. He could feel his blush creeping back up, and pushed his hair back in attempt to gather himself, an unconscious tendency he would often do whenever he got nervous.

The teenager quickly cleared his throat and hastily relayed the message to Mercedes. Neither of them spoke for minute, both trying to conclude a concrete answer. "The hell….?" were the only words that came from the large diva's mouth. Kurt could hear Mercede's mom state something in the background.

"…Dang," Mercede's resumed, sounding a little disappointed, "I have to go. It's always when the good stuff comes along. Meet me FIRST thing in the morning, ok?"

"Um..sure," Kurt replied, looking upwards out the corner of his eye.

Mercedes could hear the uncertainty in his voice. Kurt was her right-wing gay guy and her best friend, but he could was way too curious for his own good sometimes. And that message only seemed like trouble, in her opinion.

"I mean it Kurt," Mercedes exclaimed, trying to reinforce her previous statement, "don't do anything-"

Mercedes voice was completely cut off as Kurt ended the call. And almost instantly he regretted it. Oh man, he thought, dropping his phone on his nightstand. I am going to be slapped HARD for that tomorrow.

But this message was important.

Kurt stared the ceiling, spread out on his bed. He was utterly confused. Part of Kurt felt like he shouldn't even worry about the message. It was stupid. And he had been pranked numerous times for following up idiotic things like this. But a larger part of him was too intrigued. He had no idea how he'd gotten his phone number, let alone why he was texting him. Ugh. It annoyed Kurt. He'd had been floating from his high earned on the field earlier only to come crashing down with one text.

Confused, Kurt hit the light switch and crawled back into his bed, the message still playing over and over in his head.


"Hey Kurt

U did really awesome tonight. Congrats

I really want 2 c u. Like, now, but I know that won't happen :"(

So, meet me in the parking lot at about 5:00, kk? Plz?

And come alone. I want it to be just u & me

Noah Puckerman (^-^)"


A/N: Well, I hope that leaves you guys wanting more. I'm sorry for the over usage of the commas and the rushed style of writing. I kinda got distracted watching "Gran Turino." It's an excellent movie, I fully recommend it. I'll start working on chapter three ASAP. Please review.