Kurt's pov

I was in my bedroom, lying down and staring at the ceiling. Boyfriend ... Boyfriend ... Boyfriend ... I kept thinking about what my father said and for some odd reason, it was really, really bothering me. A lot.

"So what if I don't have a boyfriend? It doesn't mean anything, " I muttered to myself unconsciously. But the better part of me knew it meant something. Maybe my dad was right. Maybe I should ... Have a proper relationship with someone? Oh my god, stop it Kurt Hummel. Get your shit together, I thought. I reached for my phone, and texted my future sister-in-law.

To Rachel:

Hey Rach, are you free now?

To Kurt:

Yes, I am. Why?

To Rachel:

Uh nothing, it's okay. Sorry to bother you...

To Kurt:

Kurt, I've known you since the first time you were slushied.

To Rachel:

Okay... And your point is?

To Kurt:

I know something's up with you. I'm coming over.

Without another word, I knew Rachel would be here in a while. She was always persistent, without a doubt. Even without an explanation, she would come rushing to help me, no matter how big or small the situation actually was. I sighed heavily, while laying on my bed again.

I was already dozing off when Rachel arrived.

"Kurt, I'm here!", she yelled in a singing kind of voice. I groaned and rubbed my eyes. Without notice (or permission), Rachel bounced onto my bed, placing a playful kiss on my cheek that was totally mutual. I sat up slowly, yawning before I could say anything.

"Alright, Kurt. Out with it," Rachel demanded, quickly changing her mood.

I crossed my arms and slumped against my pillows.

"I told you Rach, there's nothing wrong with me. You practically just wasted fifteen minutes of your life coming over," I said little too bluntly.

"Yeah, and I'm not leaving and until I get an acceptable answer from you," she argued.

Ugh. Maybe if I tell her, she could help. But then again, I'll probably be a laughing stock. Frustrated, I scratched my head hard, messing up my hair. Which was so unlike me, holy shit. Now my perfectly styled hair was in a mess.

"Fuck it... Alright, uh, Rachel...", I turned to meet her eyes which were staring right at me, eyebrows slightly raised.

"Do you think... I-I'm you know, boyfriend material? ", I asked before burrying my face into my pillow. I shifted a bit, uncomfortable with my own question that I asked her. I didn't hear anything at all but a small chuckle.

"Kurt, feeling a little lonely lately? You've never talked to me about having a boyfriend before. Does Finn has anything to do with this?" , she said and pulled my to sit up properly. I shook my head and continued.

"It was my dad, actually. He asked and talked to me about... That boyfriend thing... Argh, just tell me what you think."

"To be honest, you can be too sassy sometimes, an obsessed perfectionist, and not forgetting your judgments when it comes to clothes and all things fashion related", Rachel said in as a matter of fact-ly voice.

I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah thanks a lot, best friend. Really needed that information, you know "

"Add sarcasm to that list," she pointed out and smiled, "but then we have the better side of Kurt Hummel. He's super caring, kind, generous, cute, sweet, helpful and all those stuff. He definitely has the height, looks and all the qualities of a perfect boyfriend. He is oh so shy and adorable at times "

I felt my cheeks flush. It was personally very flattering.

"Mmph... I'm never gonna get a boyfriend anyways."

"Yes, you are. Come on, socialise a little more. Go to more parties, hang out more often instead of cooping up in your house! Or maybe online dating could hel-"

"Oh hell no, Miss Berry. There's no way online dating would ever be an option. Nuh-uh." I snapped my fingers.

Or maybe it'll help... No just, no. If I wanna have a boyfriend, I think I'll ... Socialise?

"Scandals."

"What?" I frowned in confusion. Why the sudden bringing up of Lima's only gay bar?

"You're going to Scandals tonight, Kurt. Socialize, remember? "

I nodded my head and chuckled. Oh, going to a gay bar to find a new gay boyfriend. Can't believe I'm doing this...

A/n:

Third chapter! I already have the whole plot thingy for this fanfic =) I hope you guys can support me although Glee has ended quite a while ago /-\ . BUT KLAINE WILL NEVER END/DIE!1!1!11!

-Queena aka klaineofcourse =D