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The weekend passed by so quickly Kurt could hardly believe it was Monday already. And his phone was still in possession of "Mr. Stranger", well at least he did get something out of him, his name, though Kurt wished he could put a face to the person. Kurt knew that, from an outsider's point of view, worrying so much about a phone was ridiculous, but that little device could be dangerous in the wrong hands, it could tear his whole reputation in only seconds, and his reputation was all he had.

But as much as he hated this situation, it wasn't the worst of his problems. His position in the Cheerios was also in jeopardy, which could also result in the loss of his reputation. Gee, being popular was hard.

Even with all his worries, there still wasn't a reason why he couldn't look fabulous. His morning routine was as thorough as always, his uniform impeccable and his walk as graceful as a cat's. Never looking down, always going forward. From the outside, it looked as if nothing had changed, as if his world wasn't about to collapse.

As Kurt walked proudly through the hallways, a little something caught his eye and made him stop right on his tracks. He cautiously looked from left to right before approaching further to the ads billboard. Right in front of him, as if sent by whatever power was up there, was a tutoring ad. It appeared that one of the geeks needed some extra cash and was now advertising himself to offer his services, just like Craigslist.

"Blaine Anderson", Kurt read aloud.

Anderson. Anderson. That name rang a bell…wasn't that a guy from his English class? Kurt didn't get a chance to think more about it because right in that moment Santana Lopez happened to walk by.

"You're not thinking about joining the lame side, are you?"

"What?"

"The Glee club?" Santana nodded towards another of the ads, the Glee club needed more members…but Kurt already knew that.

Kurt sneered, "No, of course not. I was actually thinking of a clever name to sign up there."

That answer seemed to please Santana, she smiled, "Well hurry up, you know how Coach Sylvester gets if we're not on time for the morning meeting."

"I'll be there in a second." Kurt watched Santana walk away. She was right, there was not much time left, Kurt had to act fast. He took another quick look around before snatching down the ad, crumpling it and sticking it inside his bag.

All of the Cheerios were forming a circle, gathered to hear whatever news Coach Sylvester had. She walked in with her usual intimidating presence, her clipboard, and Becky. "Ladies," Coach Sylvester immediately began, "You are all a disgrace. I've got half of you in academic probation, and the rest of you have limbs so floppy I'm amazed you're not dragging your sad saggy skin on the floor." Everyone had their head down, all of them embarrassed. Coach threw her clipboard to the side, "I don't even need to say names, you all know what your fault is, and yes, you should be ashamed. Nationals are in three months, which means you've got four weeks to either go big, or go back to the hot dog truck and eat your feelings down."

Kurt walked slowly to his dreaded English class. To his surprise, Mr. Westfield hadn't arrived yet. In fact, he was still so early, there were only about five other students in the classroom. The meeting must have gone by faster than he thought. It didn't matter, though. Nothing mattered. He only had one month to raise his grades up to a B. He wanted to cry, but he bit his lip, he couldn't let people look at him defeated.

Kurt almost missed it, if it weren't because it was lying on his desk, he would've definitely missed it, but there it was, almost smiling at him, his phone. Kurt took it carefully as if it were made of glass and smiled down at it. His eyes started to get watery but he managed to stop the tears, he had been getting a lot of practice at that lately. Below the phone was a piece of paper, Kurt took his seat and read the note; he could not believe it:

"Dear Mr. Hummel,

This is reason number one."

Kurt had to cover his mouth with his hand and he fought harder against the tears. He re-read the note several times, a warm feeling creeping through his chest, this had been the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him. In that moment Kurt thought that maybe that week wouldn't be so rough after all.

Blaine had gotten up very early that morning; he didn't even wait for his mother to drive him up to school. He had arrived when school was practically a ghost town, not even the bullies were there yet so, no one would push him against a locker that morning, Blaine was free to hang up his ad. He took a step back to look at it, he sighed and nodded. It would work, it had to work. This was the only way Kurt would talk to him. Him as Blaine, not Wes. Being another person had been fun and he still had another surprise ready, but he really wanted to help Kurt in every way possible.

The classroom was empty when Blaine arrived, it was the perfect opportunity for him to set both the note and the phone on Kurt's desk. He kept moving them until they were perfectly arranged. Blaine had never been much of an obsessive compulsive person, but this just had to look perfect.

Blaine watched silently from his desk, Kurt hadn't even noticed Blaine's presence, which was expected, it was alright, if his plan worked, then Kurt would be talking to him in no time. Blaine smiled when Kurt found his phone, his smile widened as Kurt sat down looking amazed, and the moment when Kurt removed his hand to reveal the most beautiful smile Blaine had ever seen. And it was in that moment that Blaine knew that, in the end, it would all be worth it.