Hey guys, I'm back, temporarily. I have my whole schedule figured out and apparently, my only free time is on Fridays…so…sadly, I'll only be able to update once a week. I'm so sorry!

I hope you enjoy the next chapter though!

I do not own Glee

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"Exactly what do you know," Blaine asked curiously.

The girls looked at each other, wondering what to say, but it was Rachel that spoke. "You see, we know that you used to be a Dalton Warbler. We know that you lost against us during Glee Competition in our Junior Year. We know that you disappeared from the U.S. after your senior to go who knows where but came back here in the U.S. a few years later with a doctrine degree from Cambridge. Question is, do you know who we are?"

Blaine's breathe hitched. "I know that you guys, or girls, are Kurt's friends. That's all I know," he lied coolly. "And anyways, you could have gotten any of that information from the internet."

"But could we get this from the internet," Santana asked, getting a picture out of her purse.

The picture was of the whole Warbler crew in front of the school with Blaine and Kurt standing in the front, Kurt kissing him on the cheek. It was similar to the one he had in his office. "Photo shopped," Blaine muttered.

"But, how could we possibly know that you still love Kurt," Brittany asked.

Blaine tensed up a bit. "He's a patient and I don't think of him as more than that. Now, if you will please excuse me," he said, half angry and half nervous. He turned around and began to walk away.

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"Dr. Anderson," a voice yelled out.

Blaine let go of his office door handle and turned around harshly. "What do you want," he growled.

The man looked hurt. "Oh, um, never mind," Kurt whispered, looking down.

Blaine, finally realizing who it was, softened up. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry Kurt. I was just having a bad day," he said quickly.

Kurt looked up, grinning slightly. "Well, in this case, it makes it easier for me," he muttered.

Blaine raised an eyebrow. "The only way for me to forgive you is if you," Kurt said dramatically. "Go watch a play with me."

Blaine began to chuckle. "I would love to," he said. "What did you have in mind?"

Kurt smiled. "Well, I somehow have an extra ticket to the showing of Memories tonight. The one by David and Wes."

"Oh yeah, I've heard of that," Blaine said, grinning.

"Awesome," Kurt said," So…"

The two stayed quiet for a bit. "Umm, what time does the show start," Blaine asked.

Kurt laughed nervously. "The show starts in about an hour," he muttered.

Blaine's mouth formed into an "O". "Here, let me go grab my coat and my keys," Blaine said, rushing into his office.

"Oh no, I can drive," Kurt said, following him into his office.

"I insist," Blaine said. "Now please hold on, I think I left my keys in the staff's lounge. Wait here, I'll get it." He left the room, accidently leaving his coat.

I guess I'll just grab it for him, Kurt thought. He walked over to his office table and grabbed his jacket, bumping into the corner of the desk. "Ouch," he said, looking over. He saw a piece of paper fly down onto the floor.

Kurt sighed and grabbed Blaine's coat. He then kneeled down and picked the piece of paper up, realizing that it wasn't paper. It was a picture.

With him.

And Blaine.

His breath hitched. Just then, the door began to open. Kurt blasted up and stuffed the picture into his pocket. "Oh, Kurt," Blaine asked.

Kurt smiled. "I was just getting your jacket for you," he said, smiling nervously.

"Thank you," Blaine said, smiling. He left the door open and gestured for Kurt to come out.

Kurt walked towards him and handed Blaine his coat. Blaine swung his black trench coat on and shut the door behind him.

"All right, so, how long do we have," Blaine asked.

Who are you, Kurt wanted to ask. "About 45 minutes I guess. The theater is only about 15 minutes away from here isn't it," Kurt asked.

Blaine nodded, walking towards the elevator. "Yep, so, we'll have about 30 minutes to spare." He pressed the elevator button. "Do you mind if we stop by Starbucks so I can get a cup of coffee?"

"Sure, why not," Kurt said, stepping into the elevator as it dinged.

"Thanks Kurt," he muttered, pressing the button that led down to the parking lot.

As soon as the elevator door shut, the two were silent. Kurt stared at Blaine was he was trying to fix up his jacket thinking; What was that picture? How do you have it? Who are you? Are you a stalker?

Are you that man I keep seeing in my dreams?

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Sorry it's short! I hope you guys liked it and I hope you guys review! The more you review, the more you can expect from these two lovely characters! ; )