"Today class, we will be studying, Character. To become that person in the theater, you have to feel their emotions, make sure you know their background in the story very well and-"

Kurt sat in the back of his theater 101 class with a blank face. His right fist was holding up his tired head; his eyes daring to drop. His textbook was open on large words that stated 'Character.' His iPhone sat between the pages. He looked up at his teacher as he had his back to the class as he wrote on the board. He sighed pressing the square button then sliding open the phone. Going into his contacts, he scrolled down to the B's. Blaine's name came into view.

Hey, its Kurt from, um you know?

Hey Kurt, how are you?

Good, in class, bored, thought that you should have my number since I have yours.

Thanks I was wondering when you were going to text me. Kinda missed talking to you.

Really? I must have been a waste of time on the phone. You could have made a lot more money in that hour if you weren't talking to me.

Well, I believe it wasn't a waste of time. I thought you were an amazing convocation. You know I do get tired of telling people I don't even know to touch themselves.

I'm glad you liked it. So you said the other night that you worked for that company just to make extra money. What else do you do?

I'm a male secretary for a computer programming company.

Ah, cool cool. :P

It's boring, well not when he sends me on a goose chase for certain items. But you said you are a theater student? That must be fun. I wish I went to college. Maybe I wouldn't be organizing and typing up contracts for someone else.

Yes, I am. It is fun. Well I am in a class and I am apparently how to get into character.

That sounds kinda boring.

More then kinda, Blaine.

Haha, well I hope it gets better.

It will, so are you at work right now?

Yes I am, of course doing my 9-5 and then after hours of course three times a week.

Should I leave you alone or…

No, no, you don't have to. I really do like talking to you.

I like talking to you too. I just don't want to bother you.

No, your not believe me.

Okay

"Class is through. Remember, tomorrow September 11th, 2001 we have a theater meeting about the fall musical!" He smiled. Kurt got up walking out of class.

Kurt and Blaine texted throughout the day, telling each other different wishes, dreams, fears, even fantasies. They enjoyed each other over the phone. Kurt sat on his couch as his papers were scattered across the table. His homework had risen from two chapters out of the poem book to 10 chapters and two essays.

"Hey, baby face! Open up." Santana yelled through the door. Kurt grunted, letting his annoying friend in.

"Hey, love, how are you?" Kurt asked walking back to his coffee table.

"I'm good, did you try the number yet. Did you get down and dirty?" She winked sitting next to him. Kurt smiled.

"I did, and I met someone and we are talking by phone now." Kurt smiled. Santana nudged his shoulder.

"Good job, gay boy! When are you going to meet him?" Kurt's face dropped. We have to meet?

"Um, I don't know, soon I guess. It hasn't come up." Kurt blushed.

"Well you should bring it up. Get out there, get some." She smiled. Kurt sighed, nodding.

"I will." Kurt nodded. He wanted to meet Blaine, just not yet, maybe after getting to know him a little better, just incase he isn't what he says he is.

Kurt woke up the next morning, smiling lightly. He got ready for the theater meeting downtown. Closing the door of his apartment he tugged on his bag and gripped his cell phone in his right hand.

Heading towards the subway, he felt something rise into his chest. He couldn't catch his breath. He cleared his throat multiple times as he took one of the only seats in the small cable car.

Hi, Kurt just wanted to say good morning!

Kurt smiled, closing his phone; he would answer him when he gets more bars above ground.

After the thirty-minute ride, Kurt felt the ground shake as the subway came to a stop. The doors opened with a screeching bell that rang. Kurt covered his ear as he followed the crowd out of the car and up to the street. People were running, screaming as a dark cloud followed them down the street. Kurt still couldn't breath. He pressed his hand to his chest when he finally looked up to see smoke and fire coming out one of the Twin Towers. Kurt backed up as he took off down the street running. He held on to his bag, and gripped on to his cell phone. He was crying. He looked back again when he saw the first building fall. His face was shocked; fear was making his mind dizzy. His phone started to ring.

Kurt, Kurt where are you?

Kurt's father screamed over the phone.

Dad, I'm fine. I was going to a meeting near the Trade Center, but I was late of course and I saw the smoke out of the building and took off. Daddy, I'm scared.

Kurt cried.

Kurt get out of there, are you far enough, go further if you need to, just get out of there. It's all over the T.V. It was a plane.

He was running out of breath, fear was setting in.

Dad, I think I'm okay. I just can't believe that I am watching this in front of my eyes. Dad, I Oh my god. Dad there's another plane it-

A loud boom rang in the air. Kurt took off again.

Get the hell out of there Kurt, this is not an accident! Get out!

His father yelled.

Dad, dad I'm trying. I'm running as fast as I can.

Kurt ran with the people trying to get as far away as he can.

Kurt call me back when you get far enough, please, our family is calling I have to tell them your okay.

Okay dad, I will. I love you.

I love you too, so much

He stopped running again to look at his phone. His father was off the line. He dialed Santana.

I'm okay Kurt, I'm too far away! Where are you? Are you home?

No, no I am downtown. I'm watching it live San, I don't know- I got out I'm okay. Just there are people jumping, they are killing themselves. I don't- why was I meant to see this. I- San.

Kurt its okay, where does Blaine work? You said he works for a computer company? Where is that?

Kurt's heart stopped.

I will call you back.

Kurt opened his phone dialing Blaine.

Hello?

His throat was rough, as he coughed into the phone.

Blaine, Blaine, where are you?

Kurt cried into the phone.

I, I just got out of work.

He coughed, he heard people screaming, and a large amount of foot steps in the background.

Where did you work, Blaine, where are you?

I just ran out of the second building. I almost didn't make it before the first one fell. God Kurt are you okay, you're not down here are you?

I am, but I am kinda far. I ran.

Good, good. I'm glad your safe. If you stay were you are I can probably find you. I want to make sure your okay.

To see if I'm okay, Blaine I should be seeing if your okay, run. Get out.

He shadowed his fathers words.

I'm, I'm fine, I'm coming. Stay on the phone.

Okay, I'm staying.

Kurt, Kurt

Kurt could hear his name echo. He looked around, not much people were running now, most had pasted and got out.

Blaine I hear you, what are you wearing, what do you look like?

Kurt isn't that what I say?

He kid.

Don't even kid around now Blaine.

I hear you, I'm in a blue plaid shirt, with a blue sweater vest and grey pants, with grey boat shoes, my black hair is gelled ba-

I see you!

Kurt really did see him; he took off towards the man. Blaine smiled as he saw a brown haired beautiful boy running towards him. He opened his arms and Kurt jumped in. Blaine coughed as more smoke and dust exited his body.

"Are you okay? Kurt rubbed his back, pulling the gorgeous boy into his arms.

"I'm fine Kurt, its really nice to meet you." Blaine smiled.

"Same, I'm glad your okay, I'm glad that you didn't get killed or I would never have this moment to meet you." Kurt stared crying.

"Well, thank God I didn't listen to the police to stay. I , I-" Blaine and Kurt heard another rumble. They looked behind them and saw the second building going down. Blaine grabbed Kurt and took off running. Blaine gripped his hand as they ran. "Its going to be okay Kurt, just don't let go, please, don't let go, don't leave, stay with me, keep running." Blaine yelled.

"Never." They took off faster down the street with the rest of the crowd. Kurt looked behind him as he saw the two buildings completely gone. "Blaine look." Kurt cried. Blaine turned around walking backward at the sight of no Trade Center at all. Blaine looked at Kurt; he wrapped his arm around the student as they slowed to a fast walk. "I need to sit down, I need to call my dad, I promised I would call him back." Kurt said. Blaine nodded walking a couple of more blocks before walking into an open Starbucks. The workers crowded around the T.V some crying. Kurt sat down catching his breath. He pulled out his phone calling his father.

Kurt, where are you?

I'm at a Starbucks, I met a friend, and we are fine, safe. We're far enough.

Okay good-

Dad I saw the second building fall; it just disappeared. Who will do this?

I don't know, but we will find out soon enough. Get home, and call your school, because I don't think you will be going for a while.

Well my classes are over since they were part of the summer course, but next week starts my show, well practicing for the show.

I don't think you will be starting son, I'm sorry. Just get home and find out.

Okay, Love you dad.

Love you too son.

Blaine placed a hand on Kurt's back. Kurt smiled up at him.

"Well, you look as great if not even better then you sound." Blaine smiled. Kurt blushed.

"You too, Blaine."