"I'm frozen with this fear that you may disappear before I've given you the truth."

Kurt loved Blaine's voice. It was melted honey dripping onto a velvet platter. Kurt almost forgot his entrance while Blaine's fingers strummed his guitar.

"I bleed my heart out on this paper for you," he sang breathlessly. Blaine eyed him when the breath wasn't full enough. He cut off the song.

"Are you okay?" he asked, rubbing Kurt's back. Kurt flinched a little away from him and Blaine backed off.

"I'm fine," Kurt replied. "Let's just practice, okay?"

Kurt could see the rising protests in Blaine's face. "Kurt, tell me what's wrong now." He had never seen Blaine so determined.

"I just, don't know how to make this work," Kurt sighed. He stared at the ground.

Blaine pulled his chin up. "Make what work? Help me understand, Kurt."

Kurt gave a slight smile. "I like you. A lot. But I'm afraid to mess it up," he said, remembering the notes and texts.

Blaine smiled widely, his eyes enlarging as well. "Kurt," he leaned in. They were breathing slowly against one another's face, tension building. Blaine pressed his lips into Kurt's. It was a spark, a flame, a fire. These fires were growing inside of this teenage boy rapidly. Kurt inclined his head towards Blaine, begging for release. Blaine chuckled a bit and kissed Kurt's neck.

"You're so beautiful," he groaned in Kurt's ear. Kurt whined as Blaine kept giving his neck hickeys. Blaine brought his lips back to Kurt's, shoving them both on Blaine's sofa. Kurt whimpered against the older boy. He could feel Blaine's erection pressed against his own.

"Blaine."

"Hnng?" Blaine responded.

Kurt needed to think straight. "We can't- we can't do this." Blaine was still thrusting against him but he lowered his pace. Blaine stared into the bluest eyes in the world.

"Why not, Kurt?"

Kurt groped for a reason. "Your parents," he moaned.

"They're out tonight," Blaine sucked his neck.

Kurt felt his special ringtone. Blaine backed off of him. "It's my dad," he lied. He walked into the bathroom.

"Hello?" The texter had never called him before.

There was breathing on the other end. "Kurt." It was an automated voice. The ones that you hear on scary movies. "I'm so disappointed in you, Kurt."

"I'm sorry," he tried to reason with his blackmailer. "Blaine likes me too much."

There was a pause. "True or false? Kurt Hummel likes Blaine Anderson just as much as Blaine Anderson likes him. Answer incorrectly and I kill Blaine."

Kurt froze on the carpet of Blaine's bathroom. Blaine was only in the other room. Alone. Shit.

"True," he spat into the phone.

The automated gave a quick, false laugh. "Then don't blame your emotions on Blaine, Kurt."

"What do you want?" He asked wearily.

"I've already told you, Kurt. I want you to play this game with me. It's fun, see?"

Kurt scoffed, sounding much braver than he felt. "You're pathetic."

"Careful," the voice warned. "Now go back in there and sing that duet with Blaine."

Kurt narrowed his eyebrows. "I thought you didn't want me to be with Blaine."

The automatic voice sighed. "All I want is you Kurt. But you'd never take me."

"Maybe I would have if you hadn't resorted to this," Kurt replied gently, feigning sympathy.

He felt the voice sigh. "Too late now. Go now, Kurt."

The line went dead. Kurt stepped out of the bathroom. Blaine watched him for awhile.

"Everything all right?" he asked.

Kurt gave a tight smile. "Just peachy. Listen, Blaine, I don't think I'm ready for a relationship yet."

Blaine nodded. "Okay. I'll wait. You're worth waiting for." Slowly, he smiled too.

Kurt wanted to burst into tears for what he was putting this boy into.

"Let's just finish the duet," Kurt suggested. Blaine agreed and went back to his guitar playing.

Bzzz. Kurt pulled out his phone, hoping Mercedes had decided to snag him those boots from the Marc Jacobs sale. Instead he saw horror.

Unknown number – If you don't have sex with Blaine by the end of this week, your heart won't be the only thing that's 'bleeding out.' Courage, Kurt. Courage.