The cold, winter wind raced across Kurt Hummel's pace cheeks. He was wearing his bright red skinny jeans and white sweater vest. However, he was not thinking about his outfit. The folded note with black lettering was tucked in his black sachel. It had been two weeks since he had received the first note and text. They kept coming, developing a pattern of one note, one text. He kept shuddering even when he strutted into McKinley.

"Kurt!" Blaine called to him. His voice was broad and excited for spending another day with Kurt. Ever since he had joined Glee Club, he had been so flirty with Kurt. Kurt knew if he opened his mouth, it would be fearful and weak. Blaine joined Kurt at his locker. Kurt nodded at him.

"Hey," Blaine said, lifting Kurt's chin up. "What's going on?" It took every ounce of courage and strength Kurt had not to burst into tears. He thought of telling Blaine everything about the note and the texts he'd received.

"Nothing's wrong," he decided to lie.

Blaine knew he was lying. "Kurt. You can tell me anything, I won't judge you."

God, why did he have to be so understanding? "Blaine, I know. I just have to deal with somethings alone, okay?" His icy tone made Blaine step back a notch.

Blaine gave a curt nod. "Okay. How was your weekend?"

"I was in bed most of the weekend. Thinking," Kurt replied.

"About?" Blaine pressed.

Kurt decided to lie again. "You."

Blaine blushed, the previous conversation forgotten. "And..?"

"I like you. More than just a friend." Kurt said, remembering Blaine's flirty grin in Glee Club yesterday as he sang Haven't Met You Yet by Michael Buble.

Blaine grinned into Kurt's eyes. "I feel the same."

There was a silence and Kurt grabbed his books from his locker and shut it. Blaine leaned into him, pushing him against the lockers. Kurt swallowed, nervous. Blaine stroked his cheek. "Trust me," he whispered. Shit. Blaine was gentle and hot and his hair was gelled, voice was honey and-

All Kurt could think about were the notes and texts. He turned his head away from Blaine. The older boy just kissed Kurt's neck. Kurt wondered how there was no one watching them.

"Blaine," he moaned. "I'm not- I'm not ready." He shoved Blaine a little bit. Blaine backed off. "Okay," he replied. "I'm sorry."

Kurt should've said it was his fault but he didn't. He just walked away. Bzzz. He pulled out his phone.

Unknown number – Blaine is becoming more risky, isn't he? Stop being so attracted to him, Kurt, or else.

Kurt gasped. Someone had seen them. And it was the one someone Kurt was worried about.

"All right, pair up and practice your duets!" The assignment was easy. Pair up with someone, choose a song relating to your life right now, and sing it by Friday. Kurt wondered how Mr. Schue came up with these lessons.

"Kurt?" Blaine said his name hesitantly. "Would you be my partner?"

Kurt was taken aback. Ever since the controversy over the duet with Sam, he'd been singing duets alone save that one with Rachel. Stop being so attracted to him, Kurt, or else. Kurt thought, screw that.

"Sure, Blaine." He smiled. "What do you wanna sing?"

Blaine's eyes widened in surprise. "What about Bleed by Hot Chelle Rae?"

Kurt knew the song by heart. "Perfect."

The bell rang. "Want to come over to my house to practice?" Blaine asked, again hesitant over overstepping his boundaries. Kurt hated that.

"Yes," Kurt said before the hesitation could stop him.