Warning: Minor Smut Warning. I don't think that anyone will complain.

Dear Kurt,

I could tell by your last message that you weren't happy with my answer. I want to assure you though that I really would love to meet you in the near future. I didn't mean that I never want to meet you. I just meant the timing isn't right.

Regarding my messages, I will always respond to any message you send. I just won't be able to do it as quickly now because I'm leaving my tablet and all other electronic devices at home. It's a long story. However, I will still come home each night and eagerly check my email in the hope that there will be a message from you.

I'm sorry if I led you to believe that I was blowing you off. I'd never do that (unless you asked me too.) ;O

As soon as Blaine realized the words he typed, his face fell into his hands. There was no way he could send a message with a suggestive line like that. And yet, it wasn't the first time thoughts like that had run through his head. Ever since he had seen the videos of Kurt performing, he had found himself fantasizing of the beautiful man with the crystal clear blue eyes and the sandy brown hair, styled to perfection. He dreamed of caressing that porcelain skin, covering it in kisses anywhere and everywhere that Kurt would allow him to touch and taste.

At the thought of tasting Kurt, Blaine's hands slipped down into pants, the rough pads of his fingers rubbing over down now hardened dick. Images of Kurt standing in front of him with his pants around his ankles as he engulfed his erection into his mouth played in his mind as he worked himself over roughly with his hand. He licked his other palm and began jerking his length with it vigorously until he spilled over his hand and stomach. At the sound of a door slamming, Blaine grabbed some tissues from the box on his nightstand and cleaned the mess off of his hands. He dropped the tissues into the wastebasket and squirted some sanitizer into his hands as he heard a knock on his door.

"Blaine, you decent?" Sam asked through the door.

"Um, hang on. Just a minute, Blaine answered, pulling up his pants and walking over to his door. He opened the door to a grinning roommate.

"Good evening. Do I even want to know why you look so frumpy?" Sam teased.

Blaine rolled his eyes playfully. "Oh hush Sam. We share a wall. It's not like I haven't found you in the same state. I doubt I could count on both hands the number of times I've actually walked in on you in the act."

"Well, until you wash said hands, keep them in your pocket, dude." Sam chuckled.

"What do you need, man?" Blaine asked as he motioned for Sam to enter his room.

"Did ya' want to watch the finale with us? Santana and Britt wanted to know if you wanted to come over. Brittany said something about Fondu."

"Um, actually, I wasn't really planning on watching it," Blaine admitted. "You know how it's going to go?

"Yeah, I know, and if we thought it was going to be bad before, it's going to be far worse. There's a pact by fans to boycott the show until Cane reconciles."

"How do you know that? Are you still getting on Tumblr?" Blaine questioned.

"Yeah, but I'm not logging in. I'm not posting anything. I'm just trolling."

Blaine shook his head. "Just be careful. I don't want you to get fired."

"Me? What about you? Why didn't you tell them about the girl you've been messaging."

"Fanfiction is not social media. And I'm not posting or blogging anything publically. Kurt and I are just having casual conversations."

"Kurt? Who is Kurt?"

"That's his name. You were right. Caniac is a gay guy and not a woman as I suspected."

"So wait, you're still talking to him?"

"Yeah, but it's ok. He's a great guy. He's from Lima, Ohio. He loves musicals and theater, and he was in glee club just like us in high school. We even competed against his glee club Junior year. We tied with them in sectionals so we faced them again in Regionals."

Sam scratched his head. "Wait, he was in Glee Club with Britt and Santana?"

"No, not that I know of. He mentioned his step-brother and his roommate, Rachel."

"Short brunette with a big mouth and an even bigger ego?" Sam quipped.

"Yeah, how did you know that?"

"Because she was next door about a half hour ago. She said she was in that New Directions club with Santana and Brittany. She even told me that she remembered beating us at Regionals."

"Did you know those songs were originals. Kurt told me that. I can't believe that Brittany and Santana know Kurt. All this time. She could have introduced-" Blaine stopped midsentence.

"What's wrong?"

"I know where the leaks are coming from?" Blaine replied calmly.

"Leaks? Like more than one?"

"Yeah," Blaine replied. "And you can't say anything, not yet."

"I couldn't if I tried. Who is it? Blaine?"

Blaine shook his head. "No, not right now. But I'll tell you everything. And I need a favor."

"Sure dude. Name it," Sam smiled.

"I need you to go with me somewhere tomorrow. Are you up for a show?"

Sam cocked an eyebrow as a look of pure confusion spread across his face. "What kind of show?"

"A band. You'll like them. I'm almost certain of that."

"Alright. Sure dude. Do you need me to bring anything?"

Blaine shook his head. "No, just yourself. Oh, and your tablet. Tell Santana and Britt we are going to decline their offer tonight, but let them know we'll see them tomorrow."

"Where, on the set?"

"Nope, at the show. You'll just have to trust me."

Sam nodded. "Ok man. So are we going to watch the finale together instead?"

"Yeah, just give me a minute, ok."

"Going for round two already?" Sam joked, grinning wildly.

"No, I just need to message Kurt and change my sheets. Could you order a couple of pizzas for us and I'll be right there, ok?

"Ok. But what are you going to tell Kurt."

"Everything," Blaine blurted, shutting his bedroom behind him.

He scrambled to his laptop and erased everything he had written earlier and begun writing a new message.

Dear Kurt,

I've been thinking about your last message, and I've made a decision. I want to meet you. Tomorrow night at Callbacks at 6:00 PM. Let me know if that works for you, ok? Hopefully, I'll see you then.

P.S. I'll be wearing a blue blazer.

P.P.S. I know that when you read this, you'll have a lot of questions, and I promise I will answer them after we meet. Please don't ask them yet. I promise to tell you everything tomorrow.

Yes, I know I did it again. You know I love hearing from you even if it's in all caps yelling at me for leaving off on an even bigger cliffhanger. Sorry, not sorry.