A/n: Big shout out to Kourtney! Love you girl! Also, This is the first chapter I'm posting today! But ill be posting chapter 5 witthin the hour! So come on back soon!

Chapter 4- Then There Were Three...

"Hey!" Mike whispered from beside Kurt in French class. "Whatcha reading?"

Kurt was continuously scrolling through his texts on his phone. Yepp, the unknown texts..."I'm just trying to figure something out..."

Or figure someone out...Kurt thought, poking his tongue out in deep concentration.

"Oooo..." Mike starts reading, "I love the way your face lights up when you read my love notes, Kurt.' Unknown number? Do you have a secret admirer? Do you know who it is?! Do you-" Mike rambled on excitedly.

"No." Kurt stated flatly, still disappointed on not knowing who it is.

"Any ideas?" Mike asked his friend, twirling his pencil.

"No..." Kurt sighed.

"But...? I feel like there's a 'but' here..." Mike prodded.

"ILikeBlaine." Kurt all but blurted out, turning deep crimson in the process.

"I know." Was all Mike said, looking away at his work book.

"Wait. What?" Kurt asked, confused.

Mike chuckled. "Really, Kurt? I've seen the way you look at him...It's obvious!"

But all Kurt heard was I've seen the way you look at him...Well, THAT sounds familiar…. WAIT! Could it be Mike?! OhmygodNO. Just...no. Kurt thought with a horrified look on his face.

"Kurt? What's wrong, man?"

"Is...I-Is it...?"

"Me? Oh god, no. I'm sorry. I love my other Asian." Mike winked.

Kurt sighed in relief. "Ok."

"Wait, You actually thought I was your secret Admirer?!" Mike laughed hysterically.

"Well, all of a sudden, everyone's having an interest to talk to me..." Kurt muttered. "Even Blaine..."

"You hope it's Blaine? Is that what you're saying?" Mike raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah..." Kurt sighed dreamily, thinking of the handsome boy. He snapped back to reality. "But, it's probably never gonna happen..."

"You never know. BUT, it could also be Jacob Ben Israel for all we know..."

Well, shit...Now it's back to four possibilities...Kurt thought sourly.

"It's not Jacob. Trust me, Kurt."

Another sigh of relief, and Mike laughed.

The bell rang for the next class and both boys packed up their belongings.

"Talk to you later, Kurt." Mike ran off. Kurt nodded and headed towards his next class.

Meanwhile, in the hallway, Mike sent a text:

From Mike: Kurt is still contemplating who it could be. He doesn't even have a clue that it's you...