Sorry this is a little late (at least, by my standards), I've just been swarmed by midterms and learning my lines for drama and urgh. Pre-Calculus is a bitch. I'm taking the weekend to start my book, write the next chapter to this story, start two books that I need to read, and start typing up a story that I've gradually been writing since the beginning of the year. But, in reality, typing the next chapter for LNTD is much more important than any of those other things.

Took the Compass Test today. I beat about 80% of my class in scores. And I've been trying to watch the Sherlock episode 'The Great Game', but my laptop sucks with loading videos, so if anyone has a link for a download, please send my a message with it.

Now let's go on with the story!

Somehow (Kurt honestly had no idea how he had done it) they found themselves, along with the rest of the warblers, in a rusty warehouse on the outskirts of Westerville a few days later. A text from one of the freshman Songbird's had just arrived on Kurt's phone alerting them that the group would be there in five minutes. Most of the boys were crowed on one side of the warehouse, buzzing with anticipation for the girls.

Kurt wearily stepped across the ground towards the metal platform that was built into the floor. The whole place reeked of dust and gasoline and something like soap and Kurt scrunched up his face whenever he got a strong whiff of the strange concoction. The windows were barely in place, some having been shattered over the years. Almost everything was an unnatural shade of brown and Kurt could have sworn he had seen a spider the size of a rat when they had first gotten there.

Blaine jogged over to him from the group, where it appeared that Jeff was trying to purposefully mess up Nick's hair, the other boy scowling at him.

"Hey, Kurt! Great set up, don't you think?"

Kurt carefully stepped over a large patch of dirt, brow raised. "Why a warehouse, Blaine? That's my only question, because I can't come up with any good reason to actually use an abandoned warehouse."

Blaine just laughed at him. "Are you kidding me? Just look around you!"

He looked at the rusting walls and cobwebs before turning back to Blaine. "Yes, Blaine. It just screams sexual appeal."

Blaine shook his head, his lips thinning before they formed a smile. His hands smoothed down the front of his blazer before they moved to gesture at the top of the metal platform where a metal contraption stood. It was a metal cylinder in the shape of an arc with what looked like a plastic hose inside it, and stood on a rod so it could pivot.

"You see that?"

Kurt nodded.

"That," Blaine continued, "is a foam cannon."

Kurt's mouth dropped. "A what?"

"A foam cannon!" Blaine waved his arms at the machine like it was a statue of some deity. "Kurt, when you find a warehouse that has a working foam cannon in it, you do not pass it up!"

The counter-tenor focused his gaze on the other boy. "You're kidding me, right?"

Blaine just smiled at him brightly. "Nope. Foam cannon trumps everything, everyone knows that."

"Except me, apparently." Kurt crossed his arms over his chest, but grinned just the same.

Blaine chuckles. "Except you." And then he just smiled at Kurt like he was the sun. His heart speed up before it was interrupted by the buzz of his phone. He took it out of his blazer's pocket and checked the screen.

Songbirds have arrived. Please prepare for our entrance.

Kurt scoffed at the text. Such drama queens. He looked back up at Blaine who was still smiling at him.

"The Songbirds are here."

Blaine's smile fell, but was quickly replaced with a more subtle one. He turned and started walking back towards the group of boys who were still messing around.

"Okay, boys! Places! The Songbirds have arrived!

*w* *w* *w*

We'll figure something out.

We'll figure…

We'll…

We'll.

What the fuck did that mean? Kurt thought.

When Blaine had come up to him after denying another pair of girls and started talking about his faces during the performance, he had been a little embarrassed. Okay, really embarrassed, to the point that he wished for death on the spot, but to make matters worse Blaine had said that they would figure something out. And then to make it even more uncomfortable, he had smiled and walked away.

That bastard. Kurt curled his lips in and frowned, glaring at the floor as well. Blaine was out to secretly destroy him, that was the only possible solution.

Jeff and Nick, pursued by the beatboxer Leon, ran towards him, interrupting his thoughts.

"Kurt! Look at all the numbers I got!" Jeff spread the pieces of scribbled-on paper in his fingers like a deck of cards. He was literally shaking with excitement.

Kurt cocked his head to the side. "Did you drink another Monster?"

Leon caught up to them just in time to hear Kurt's little snippet.

"He just chugged one after going through the Songbird freshmen. He's on a roll at the moment."

Nick hummed next to him and stretched out his hand, revealing his own collection of numbers. "I got numbers from six different girls in less than a minute." He placed his other hand on his hip and gave a smug grin.

Kurt locked his fingers over his knee. "Am I supposed to be proud of you or…?"

Jeff and Nick both simultaneously rolled their eyes and flicked their bangs back like preteen girls. It was both impressive and frightening at the same time.

"Kurt, you are no fun." Jeff said. Nick nodded in agreement; Leon only rolled his own eyes and went to go talk to Logan and Trent. "And, yes, you're supposed to be proud of me. Have proud Kurt tears for me, that's all I want. And maybe another Monster but that's beside the point."

"Yeah, Kurt." Nick piped in. "If we were to perform in front of a group of hot guys and you got their numbers, we would definitely have proud Nick and Jeff tears for you. Not as much as if you got Blaine's…"

His eyes widened and his jaw dropped. "Wait, what was that last part?"

Nick gave him a cheeky grin. "Aw, come on. Everyone can see it. Except, you know, Blaine. But he's always been a bit oblivious."

Kurt nodded at the last part, because, well, it was true. Jeff nodded his head quickly before turning to start looking in the pockets of Nick's blazer. Nick promptly lifted his arms but continued to look at Kurt.

He scrunched his face up in confusion. "What is he doing?"

Nick looked down at Jeff for a second before returning to Kurt. "He's looking for a snack. He can't keep them in his own pockets because he tends to just stuff them back in without thinking and it's actually really hard to get melted chocolate out of blazer pockets. So, I keep some sweets in plastic bags in my pockets so he won't get whiny during trips."

Jeff pulled back at that moment with a small plastic bag that was half filled with gummy bears. He pulled the bag close to his face, opened it, and popped a gummy bear into his mouth. He moaned in joy. Kurt laughed at him. Even if he was a bit annoying at times, the other times he was more like a little kid with A.D.H.D. and Kurt couldn't help be amused. He was just really adorable.

"Kurtie, I'm going to give you a bit of advice right now and I hope you take it to heart." Jeff said through a mouth full of gummy bears. Kurt raised a brow, but remained silent and let Jeff continue.

"If you want it, go for it. No one's stopping you from going after Blaine. In fact, most of us are rooting for you guys." Jeff paused to swallow another bear. He also took it to hand his small papers to Nick to put into his wallet. "At this rate, Blaine will be on his death bed when he realizes he has feelings for you, so it's up to you to make it happen."

Kurt sighed. This was not happening. He ran his hands through his already wet hair. "What makes you think that Blaine even has feelings for me?"

Jeff and Nick both gave open-mouth smiles and shared a look. They looked away at the same time and let out breathy laughs, like there was some secret joke they were sharing.

"What?" Kurt asked tiredly. He felt like he had been asking questions all day.

Before either one could reply, Wes shouted from across the room. "Guys, come on, we're leaving." Nick turned to Jeff and opened his mouth in an obnoxious way. The blonde plucked a gummy bear from the bag and gently placed it in Nick's mouth before taking one for himself. Jeff gave back the now almost empty bag which Nick took and stuffed back into his pocket. They then hooked arms and looked at Kurt, waiting for him.

"Are you two sure you aren't gay?"

Nick scoffed at him. "Kurt, please. We practically have to fight off the ladies with bats."

Kurt sighed again but grabbed his towel and walked with them over to the main doors to leave.

*w* *w* *w*

Wow. Those faces that he made during the performance were ridiculous. I don't know how Blaine can stand it. The high-pitched voice, the bitchy attitude; I'm already this close to punching him in the face. But that's mostly because he's ruining my life. Unintentionally, of course, but still. You have to take into account that fact that he is trying to solve a murder related to my own family.

He seems like he knows of…of Anna. The flinching has become usual. Everyone can't think about it without doing it. Mom has even developed a nervous twitch whenever I talk about school.

But Kurt knows her, maybe even more than I expected. I haven't seen or heard of him going to back to the North Corridor in a while, but that doesn't mean anything. She can go anywhere on campus. She might even be able to…Oh dear lord! She's staying in his dorm. It explains everything. Kurt's sudden solitary confinement to his room, Blaine spending more time with him as well…

This is bad. If she's staying in his room, she's probably talking to him as well and that would mean he would know of Christina and if he went to Crawford and saw the plaques…

He's far closer to solving this than I had expected.

*w* *w* *w*

Kurt blessed the person who ever thought of Fridays, especially Friday afternoons. There was something about them that made all of the stress of the week flee your body and be replaced with comforting numbness. The minute you were released from school or work, that feeling would set in and everything that you even thought you were going to accomplish during the weekend flew out the window.

Kurt liked that. It was some kind of universal rule that everyone listened to so they couldn't get mad if all you wanted to do was lay on their bed for a couple of hours and stare up at their ghost friend who was doing laps across the room. Which is what Kurt was doing at the moment. Because this week had been weird, even more so than what it had been more the past few weeks. In less than five days he had been mobbed by Sue Sylvester, cross dressed, been attacked by school girl ninjas, and performed in a warehouse that had a foam cannon in it. A foam cannon. Do they even still make foam cannons anymore?

The door opened without any warning knock. Kurt sat up so quick that he almost got whiplash. Blaine casually strolled into his room, sans blazer, and pulled out Kurt's desk chair and put it at the front of his bed and sat down. He had the same smile on his face from the day before.

"Can I help you, Blaine?" Kurt skeptically asked.

The other boy widened his eyes, raised his brows, and nodded.

"You mind telling me how?"

Blaine pulled his legs up and sat crisscrossed in the chair. "I am going to give you lessons."

"Lessons in manners?" Anna asked from above.

Blaine's smile fell a little before he looked up at Anna, her curls swirling around her pale face. "Anna, can you do me a favor and leave? This kind of a private thing between me and Kurt." He motioned to both of them with a finger.

Anna pursed her lips before her face broke out in a silly grin. She giggled and waved them off. "Oh, okay. I'll leave so you can speak in private." She giggled again and dived backwards into the floor boards.

Kurt stared at the spot where Anna had gone through the floor. "Weird."

Blaine gave him a shocked look. "You're still not use to that?"

He shook his head, eyes still glued to the flooring. "No, just stating a summary of the whole week." He was finally able to move his eyes back to look at Blaine. "Now, why are you here again?"

Blaine gave him a flashy smile. "I'm going to give you sex lessons."

Kurt stared at him for five seconds then dove off the bed to make a run for the door. But Blaine was quick to jump off his seat. Kurt was only a few feet away from the door when Blaine grabbed a hold of his biceps, his grip tight.

"No, no, no, Kurt. You're going to sit down and I am going to teach you the art of seduction." The way he said the last word made a shiver run Kurt's spine but at the same time vomit.

He guided Kurt back down to his bed and seated him in front of the full length mirror that hung on the opposite wall. Kurt was as stiff as a board when Blaine sat down next to him and pressed most of his side to Kurt's, shoulders to thighs.

"Now, to start with the main problem: your 'sexy' faces." The way that Blaine made quotation mark with his hands when he said the word 'sexy' made Kurt flush.

"Give me your best 'come-hither' look." Blaine said in a stern tone, his eyes looking at Kurt's form in the mirror.

Kurt blinked. "I have no idea what that means."

Blaine rolled his eyes up like he was looking inside his head for any ideas. "Think about someone you think is really sexy." Blaine paused more a second. "Who's your favorite celebrity?"

"It's a three-way tie between Gaga, LuPone, and Chenowith."

Blaine let out a breathy laugh to the side before returning to the mirror. "Male celebrity?"

He looked to the side, avoiding Blaine's gaze. "I don't really have a favorite male celebrity."

"Well, do you think anyone you personally know is sexy?"

Kurt blushed but nodded. Blaine bumped his shoulder with his own. "Do you want to tell me who?"

Kurt pursed his lips in thought and then shook his head, his bangs falling into his face. He brushed a finger through them to get them back into place.

Blaine bobbed his head in understanding. "That's okay. You don't have to tell me. But picture that person and give me a look that would make them want to tear your clothes off."

He had no idea what he was doing. This was beyond embarrassing, this was 'someone kill me' embarrassing. It was even more so because when Blaine had asked him to picture the sexiest person he knew, he mind had gone instantly to the boy sitting next to him. Kurt couldn't run away if he wanted. He had tried that already and Blaine had only captured him. Kurt was going to have to make this work for him as well as he could.

*w* *w* *w*

Blaine gave him one last fleeting look before he closed the door. The lesson hadn't gone so well. Kurt had become unbearably uncomfortable and had asked Blaine to leave at the first mention of sex.

Kurt pressed his palms to the lids of his eyes and sighed. Everything would be so much more awkward now. And most of that could be a counted to his face. He just couldn't come up with a sexy face. Every time he thought of being sexy, Blaine voice would enter his mind and Kurt would be torn between want and anxiety, the result being an awkward facade.

He flapped his arms, just to get a bit of the new stress out. He buried his face into his pillow when he landed on his bed and let out a loud shriek into it. Maybe he could suffocate himself with the pillow…

"What happened now?"

Kurt groaned into the soft fabric and turned his head to the side. "I don't want to talk about it Anna."

The ghoul floated back to the bed and flipped onto her side so it looked like she was lying on the comforter. She hummed low in her throat and ran a hand through her perfectly styled hair. "Tell me. Does it have anything to do with your private lesson with Blaine?" She giggled at her own words and then focused her attention on Kurt once again.

He nearly gagged. "Uh, please do not mention it."

The smile Anna had on her face disappeared and was replaced with a look of concern. "What happened?" She asked, voice laced with worry.

Kurt buried his head in the pillow, even if it would ruin his hair. "Blaine, well…he tried to teach me about sex." He said the word like he could be arrested for it even passing his lips.

Anna scrunched up her face, brows drawn and lips in a grimace. "That sounds…horrifying."

"It was!"

She attempted the pat his back in sympathy, but it was futile considering she couldn't actually touch him. "Oh Kurt. I'm sure his heart was in the right place when he was thinking about it."

Kurt's whine was muffled by the cloth. He needed to talk to someone that wasn't the boy he was in love with or a ghost girl he had found in the halls of Dalton. And he knew just the person.

*w* *w* *w*

"Kurt, I am so glad you called me to talk. Since our blossoming friendship at the beginning of the year, I feel that we've missed so much precious time together. And even with the competition season getting more intense, that should not put any pressure on our relationship. Oh, and thank you for taking my out for coffee. Though I'm surprised you didn't bring Blaine along with you considering you're dating-"

He nearly choked on his non-fat mocha. This was starting to become a regular thing; him gagging on his coffee. "What? No, Rachel! Blaine and I are not dating."

Rachel cocked her head to the side before taking a drink of her horribly sugar filled frappacino. "Really? I was so sure you guys were, what with how Blaine practically draped himself over you at my party."

"The aftermath of which I am still dealing with." Kurt mumbled under his breath. He cleared his throat and spoke up. "No, that's just how he gets when he's drunk. And a little when he's sober, but it's more subdued."

She giggled into her sweet treat and straightened the silk bow around her waist. Ever since Kurt and Rachel had become friends, he could tell that a bit of his fashion sense was actually starting to seep into Rachel's pink-frilled brain.

He let out an exhausted sigh. "I just needed to talk to someone who doesn't wear a navy and red blazer, what with the week that I had."

Rachel reached across the table and gave his hand a few gentle pats. Kurt pushed his coffee away; his need for caffeine lost, and rested his face in his hand.

"Go on, tell me all about it." Rachel said with a sincere grin.

Kurt made a noise that sounded like a cross between a scoff and a snort. "Even if I told you, you would never believe me."

The energetic brunette shook her head a bit, lips curling into full fledge smile. "Oh, Kurt, stop being so dramatic. I've been attending William McKinley High School for almost three full years. I don't think anything you say could possibly surprise me."

He actually thought it. The idea that he could tell Rachel about Anna smacked the front of his brain like a brick. It hadn't seem like an actual option before, but that was before when everything seemed more like a game and less like an murder; when solving meant that Anna was going to get closure, not changing everything about them. He hesitated. But…but he needed help. He needed someone who wasn't Anna or Blaine, who could keep a secret and help him out of any holes him and Blaine dug themselves into.

His face became stoic and he drew his hand away from the warmth of Rachel's palm. Her face fell when he retreated from her.

"Kurt?"

He paused for moment, letting out a shaky breath. He hadn't been this nervous since he had first heard Anna's voice. "I…I want to tell you, but…" His voice was low, gravely, not at all like how he usually spoke. "But not now. Not here, at least."

Rachel's brown eyes widened in surprise, her lips drawing into a pink-coated thin line. "Oh…okay. Where would you like to go then?"

One place came to mind immediately. "I know a place but we're going to need to leave now if you don't want to be locked in after curfew."

Concern flashed in Rachel's eyes. "Wait, what-?" Before she could finish, Kurt had already stood and reached across the table to curl his hand around her wrist. Drinks abandoned, Kurt pulled his best friend towards the exit. Spectators watched in interest as he literally dragged the girl out of the café. Definitely the most bizarre thing to happen this week. This was so going on the facebook page.

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