A/N: Hi guise. I'm back! WOOHOO! Another update for you all. I can't even begin to thank everyone who has followed, favorited, reviewed...I write because of you readers. So thanks again, guise! Enjoy! I'll give someone a preview of the NEXT chapter if they can correctly guess Kurt's idea.

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Kurt's eyes widened as he read Mr. Anderson's note. We need to talk. Call me.

Kurt eyed his phone for about 10 minutes, contemplating on whether or not to call Mr. Anderson. He sighed in defeat, and thought 'what the hell? What's the worst that could happen?

So he dialed Blaine, who answered the call immediately. "H-Hi, Kurt. Thanks for, um, calling."

Kurt sighed. "Sure. Of course. Blaine, w-what happened with y-you and Mr. Smythe?" Kurt stuttered nervously, and cringed at the teachers name.

Blaine bit his lip. "He asked me out. Like on a date. This weekend." He answered slowly, and then waited for Kurt's reaction.

There was only silence before Kurt spoke up; albeit quietly, "And...w-what did y-you say?"

Blaine rushed out his reply. "I said yes. Look, Kurt, I like him. Whatever we had...it cannot happen. Not anymore. I'm so sorry."

Kurt squeezed his eyes shut, as now, it felt like his heart physically hurt.

No... This can't be happening…. Pure heartbreak… What did I do wrong? I thought he liked me?!

"B-Blaine...I-I..." Kurt stammered.

Blaine sighed with remiss. He HATED doing this…. "I'm sorry, Kurt. It's better this way..."

Kurt sobbed on the other line, wiping his tear-streaked face with his shirt. "I can be more of what you n-need, p-please...please. I-I r-really like you, B-Blaine! I t-thought y-you like m-me, too?"

"It's nothing you did, Kurt." Blaine plead to the teen. "You're just too young for me. I can't lose my job." He muttered.

I'm too young for him. There's always something wrong with me! Always! I'm too nerdy. I'm too girly. I'm too flamboyant. Now it's I'm too YOUNG. Kurt thought, his eyes stinging with overflowing mist. His heart was breaking. Now what could he do?

"What do you like about him?" Kurt sobbed. Blaine seemed to like him so much before! What was it about the teacher that made Blaine want him instead?

"W-What?" Blaine asked panicking at the sudden question.

"W-What do you like about him Blaine? What can I do? What does he have that I don't?" Kurt begged.

"He's a- um…." Blaine didn't know what to say. There was really nothing about Sebastian that he could promote truthfully. "He's a uhm… a g-good guy. Um..." Blaine replied, trying to give his student reasons, but to no avail.

Kurt's raised an eyebrow… That was curious… Why is Blaine stuttering?

Kurt thought on it for a moment before something clicked.

Blaine was up to something. What's going on?

"Yeah. He's a good guy?" Blaine said again.

Now he is unnecessarily repeating himself? Kurt thought. Yeah, something is definitely up.

"Really, Blaine?" Kurt now deadpanned, all evidence of tears suddenly gone as he was now getting angry. Why is Blaine doing this?

There was silence.

"Y-Yeah...I want to get to know him better. I'm SORRY, Kurt." Blaine stuttered over his lies. And now Kurt could clearly see that that was just what they were. Lies.

"I am sorry too, Blaine." Kurt hung up, throwing his phone on his bed.

What could be making Blaine do this? Did Mr. Smythe SAY something to him? And if so, how can I change his mind? Kurt thought. I need him back! I love him; I cannot and I WILL NOT lose him to that creepy teacher! He's seriously evil. I can tell. And I need a plan. A distraction. I need to win Blaine Anderson over.

And lost in his thoughts of his newfound suspicions, Kurt started to take notes. There had to be something he could do to fix this.

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Blaine stared up at his ceiling; feeling nothing. He felt...empty. Empty without his Kurt. That was the perfect way to describe it. He was testing Kurt, if you will, for a week, to see if Kurt was really truly his soulmate. He was 99% sure that this was the case, and if he was right, Kurt wouldn't give up on him even though he had clearly just appeared to give up on Kurt. Maybe getting to know Sebastian won't be that bad. I mean, he might have good qualities? Blaine pondered this for a minute. Sure, he was well-built...but Blaine doesn't usually go for that kind of thing. He prefers tall, lean, and blue eyes; that sometimes change color…. Brown, chestnut locks... Porcelain skin.

Not to be too specific.

Though without trying, and against his inner will, he was back to thinking of Kurt. His Kurt.

He sighed as he turned on his side to get more comfortable. He glanced at his clock which read 9:47 pm. It was going to be a long night. Thinking back to his job, he started to evaluate. He loves to teach, and he was already pretty well fluent in French...but would being with Kurt be worth losing his passionate job?

It took no thought at all. Yes it would. Definitely. Without question.

But...he needed to test himself more than Kurt. As far as a week without his blue-eyed beauty, what's the worst that could happen? He couldn't see himself falling in love with Sebastian. Just friendship. That's it. Nothing more.

Blaine thought hard about his situation, and how he could manage this at all.

Yes, indeed; it was a VERY long night.

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Kurt smiled deviously at his list of possibilities. He managed to cross off three ideas that he could do. But, one specific idea stood out. It seemed like it was giving him the 'here! here! this is the BEST ONE! Pick me!' glare, if that makes any sense.

Kurt frowned though, beginning to think back to their conversation from earlier. He wished it didn't happen. But since it did, he wasn't going to let it sway him. He was determined to win his Blaine back. His Blaine with the sexy curls he loved running his fingers through so much...his hazel green eyes that were mesmerizing and how he can get lost by gazing into them for hours, his perfect, plump kissable lips, his clearly defined muscles. But that's not the only thing Kurt loved about Blaine Anderson. His love for teaching...his passion, his kind and generous personality, his good heart, and the fact that he can make Kurt feel...whole. Like he is worth it. And every time Blaine was near or with him, he felt this way. He just had to keep telling himself that he is worthy.

Sighing heavily, he grabbed his clothes, making his way to the bathroom to shower.

Twenty minutes later, feeling more refreshed, he crawled into bed. Upon checking his phone, he saw a text from Santana.

Santana: Tap that ass, tonight, Hummel? ;)

And one from Mercedes.

Mercedes: Boo? We haven't talked in quite a while? Call me when you can, ok? Miss you! :*

But Kurt texted neither of the girls back. He had someone else in mind.

Kurt: Noah...

Puck texted back in all caps.

Puck: DAMNIT HUMMEL! I HATE WHEN YOU CALL ME NOAH! YOU KNOW THIS!

Kurt: Noah!

Puck: What?

Kurt: Operation plan B in effect, Puck. Meet me in front of the school tomorrow morning.

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