New chapter everyone! I hope you like it. My updates won't be as fast as usual after Sunday since I have classes. I had a vacation for a week so that's why I have been able to update everyday. I'll try to update as soon as possible.


It has been two days since my encounter with Blaine Anderson and I can't stop thinking about it. I picked up my phone and dialed the first phone number that popped in my head. A gold star appeared on the screen of my cell phone.

"Rachel I need your help," I mumbled through the phone. It was hard enough to tell her that I needed her advice but it seemed like the right decision since she would know the answer to my problem. It was a glee club situation and we all know she loves handling those kinds off things.

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" She asked. I could practically feel her evil grin through the phone. Me asking this is probably news to her since I never even take suggestions from the girl let alone advice. It's not that I hate the girl, it's just I don't love her either.

"You know what I said Berry, just come over. I need help," I said in a rush. I felt my cheeks becoming hot and red.

"Yes, but I just wanted you to say it again," she said happily. "I'll be there in five."

Five minutes had passed and I had been pacing the floors ever since I put my phone down. What is she going to say? Do I go back to see him? No I can't, that's just too weird. I couldn't stop myself. My brain was going to explode.

The doorbell soon rang and I ran downstairs from my bedroom. "Hello Rachel," I said smoothly as I opened the door. She watched me step aside to let her in. I took her coat and hung it on the rack next to the door.

"Hello Kurt! How have you been? Practicing for Sectionals I hope?" Rachel said quickly in just one breath as usual. I rolled my eyes. When will this girl see that there are more important things going on rather than show choir?

"Rachel, this is a serious problem. Go downstairs to the basement. I'll meet you down there. Do you want some tea or something?" I said while pointing to the direction of where the basement was.

"Oh yes please. Green tea if possible?" She said with her huge smile.

"Of course," I mumbled. I walked into the kitchen and put on the kettle. While taking out the two mugs and tea bags, I became extremely worried. What am I going to do?

When the tea was finally ready, I brought it downstairs carefully. She was sitting on white leather couch with her legs crossed and arms folded on top. She was wearing her usual high knee socks with some animal sweater that did not suit her skin town. 'Stop it Kurt! Focus!" I thought to myself.

I handed her the mug that was being held by my left hand. I sat down next to her. "So how are you?" I asked her while secretly avoided the conversation we knew was going to come.

"I am wonderful but I think that you said you needed some help. Am I right? I hope you are well, and this problem doesn't cost us Nationals," Rachel replied. My hand shook a bit as I brought the hot tea to my lips.

"Yes. It has to do with Glee Club—"

"Kurt," She said while putting a hand on my leg. "I understand that you want solos but my voice is far better in pitch—"

"Rachel please be quiet for just one moment please," I said sternly. "I met a boy yesterday." I paused for a moment to see if she was still listening. I swallow. "He seemed, I don't know, odd? Homeless? I'm not sure. Do you remember how we sang against the Warblers three years ago?"

"Yes but what—"

"He was the lead. Blaine Anderson," I interrupted. She was silent for a long time. It started to creep me out. She was staring into space for a while which seemed weird, especially for her. I waved my hand in front of her face until she was able to get back into reality.

"Yes, I remember him," she said quietly. What was Rachel's problem? She's being quiet, not that I mind or anything, but too quiet.

"Rach, what's wrong?" I asked loudly. I could see the jealousy crawl over her face. Okay, maybe it wasn't a good idea to call her over.

"You have to go see him again," she finally said.

"What?"

"The only way to beat them at sectionals is if you go and talk to him. Ask him why he left, and ask him what the Warblers motives are. You need to find out everything and let me know," Rachel said with an evil smile on her face.

"I can't just do that! That's just, I don't know, rude? And cheating? We don't cheat Rachel. That's not us," I replied angrily. She can be so selfish sometimes.

"All I am saying Kurt, is that you might be able to help us win and believe me that feeling is amazing," she replied calming while moving her hand from my leg to my shoulder. I forgot it was still there. She stood up and started to walk upstairs. "Think about it," she said softly and took off. I heard the door shut and the car outside come to life.

I sat in silence for a few moments and thought over my options. 'She's right you know, maybe I can get some information out of him.' Now the real question is, how?

I took the two full teacups upstairs. I guess both of us weren't as thirsty as we thought. While washing them in the sink, I kept thinking of ways to ask him about the Warblers. Will he want to talk about them at all? 'All right Kurt Hummel, this is going to be a tough one,' I thought while drying the cups from the bottom to the inside and ending with the outer rim to finish it off. This is going to be an interesting year.