Nothing really eventful happens for the next few weeks and for the first time I really believe that I've been over exaggerating the details of the phone call. I mean, it was probably just a wrong number. My tired and slightly paranoid mind probably supplied my name. Really, it was more than likely just all a huge misunderstanding on my part.

Besides, I have a relationship to be dealing with now.

Things with Blaine are going really well. We're taking it pretty slow now - even though we seemed to start off pretty fast – and I'm enjoying getting to know him. We've been pretty good at giving each other space because we're in each other's faces all the time. We don't walk to class together and we take different routes to give us some time to ourselves. We refuse eat lunch together.

It's an interesting situation to be in – having to find time not to be together rather than struggling to scrape some time for the other person. I decide I like it a whole lot better this way. It's easier to navigate.

Another thing to be noted is that Blaine has stopped making that annoying sound when we study. I have long since told him the story of how I had ended up at Pulse that night. Blaine initially felt terrible about it, saying that it was his fault I had gone out in the first place. I told him that he doesn't hold the balance of the universe in his hands. Besides, if it was anyone's fault it was mine because I chickened out of telling Blaine the truth. The upside to the ridiculous argument that followed was that Blaine no longer makes that noise.

Things are going really well, but there's still that small twinge of guilt within me at not telling Blaine about the caller. Although I've now refined it down to "just a wrong number", I can't shake the feeling that it's the kind of thing that boyfriends are supposed to be honest about.

Are we boyfriends now? I haven't asked Blaine and it suddenly bothers me. We've been together for nearly a month and we haven't even established what we are.

I decide that here, as I sit at my favourite table in my favourite coffee joint, is as good a place as any to find out, so I hastily dial Blaine's number.

"Kurt," says Blaine as he answers the phone and you can practically hear the smile. "What's up?"

"We're boyfriends right?" I ask, not wanting to dance around the issue. These are the kinds of things I need to know.

"I hope so," says Blaine, sounding worried, "that's what I've been telling people. Why? Is something wrong?"

"No, everything's great," I say with a smile. "I just wanted to know how serious things are."

"Well, I'm crazy about you," says Blaine, "and I'll do anything in my power to hold onto you now that I have you, okay?"

I want to say it then, but I'm scared it's too soon. And the guilt of keeping stuff from him makes the words taste sour in my mouth anyway.

"See you after classes," I say.

"Can't wait," says Blaine.

I hang up and the warm feeling that I get in my chest whenever I speak to him is there for all of two seconds before I spot them.

Eyes.

Staring at me.

I look again, but they seem to have vanished. The feeling of dread doesn't. I can no longer pretend that that phone call was just an accident. It seems like there's someone watching me and I can't understand why.

I do know one thing, however – I need to tell Blaine about it.

So that evening, when I walk through the door of our room and dump my stuff on my bed, I prepare what I'm going to say – starting with the guy from the bar and finishing with the eyes in the window. In my mind it's all worked out and Blaine understands my hesitation in telling him.

I somehow don't see things going as smoothly in reality.

Blaine comes home about half an hour later, and I stand to start my confession. But before I can even begin speaking, Blaine has crossed the room and grabbed my shoulders.

"I wanted to say it to you at lunch and I chickened out," he says softly. "I'm not going to let another opportunity pass. I love you, Kurt."

I'm being stalked, Blaine, I think to myself. How am I supposed to tell him now? Especially seeing as I've been keeping it from him since as long as we've been together.

So instead of "Blaine there's a guy who's creeping me out" and getting release from the anxiety of Blaine not knowing the situation, I find my mouth forming other words.

"I love you too."