I'm BAAAAAACK! (For a few minutes while I post this chapter that I just wrote half of) Did you miss me? I'm sorry that I was so busy for this really, really, really long time... Maybe you'll get an alert, and be like, "Hey! She's back! Finally! That idiot! Why would she keep us waiting for. So. Damn. Long?" I know that's what I'm thinking! Well, I really hope you guys enjoy this, but I have no idea how long it will be until the next chapter millenium is over! You should definitely recommend my stories to other people. Yeah. And if you need a Beta... *wiggles eyebrows* You know where to find me! Right. Here. Enjoy!

For reference, Kurt texts are in italics, Blaine regular, and Mercedes in bold!

I don't own Glee!

"Do you want to go and grab some coffee with me, Wes, and David?"

"Um, sure. That sounds pretty good right now."

Blaine drove him over to Lima Bean, the most popular coffee place in their areas. The ride stayed in a somewhat uncomfortable silence until they arrived. They stood in line with the other two boys who were already there. Kurt ordered his usual latte, and then they all sat around a table.

"So, you're the spy?" David asked.

"Wait, what?"

"We know that you were spying. It's Kurt, right?"

"Yeah."

"The thing is, all new students already have their uniform by the time that they have their first day." Blaine said. "It was somewhat easy to pick you out. Also, a boy from my dreams really shouldn't be at my school."

"Wait, he's the guy?" David asked.

"The guy?" Wes asked as well.

"Yeah. And Wes, I had a dream of a guy, and this is him. Kurt Hummel."

"And I kinda also dreamed about him too…" Kurt said, sheepishly.

"That's weird. Was there anything else off in your dreams?"

"Um, actually, my dream told me that he was my boyfriend."

"What?" Blaine asked, surprised. "You didn't tell me that."

"I didn't um, think about it, and I also didn't know if you were gay like me."

"He's 100% gay!" David said, interrupting.

"Thanks, David." Blaine said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "And, yes, like he said."

"This is really weird. What am I supposed to do now?"

"Well, how 'bout I give you my phone number, and we can text later."

"Okay."

They left and Blaine drove Kurt back to Dalton.

"That was really nice, actually. I've had so much trouble at school, and I have my own tormentor, so it's nice to have someone be nice to me."

"What kind of trouble?"

"This one guy, Karofsky, is so bad to me, one, because I'm in the McKinley glee club, New Directions, and two, because I'm the only out gay at our school. I just don't know if I can do it anymore."

"Have courage, Kurt. I'll see you later."

"Bye."

Kurt got in his car and drove home. When he got there, he checked his phone. It had a message from Blaine. It had one simple word: Courage.

I think I'm in love. –K xx

Really? There was another guy? -M xx

Yeah. And there is a really weird thing…I dreamed about him… -K xx

Well that is somewhat normal… -M xx

No. I dreamed that I was going to meet this guy who was my boyfriend. And it was him. –K xx

That's um, not normal… -M xx

I know! And I don't know what to do now! –K xx

Text him! –M xx

I should. His name is Blaine by the way… -K xx

Hmmm… Klaine. Sounds good -M xx

Kurt exited his conversation with Mercedes. He looked at his phone where there was a new text message from Blaine.

I want to talk to you Coffee Lima Bean at 9 tomorrow? –B x

Sounds great! –K xx

Awesome! –B xx

When Kurt realized what he had just agreed to, he started his five stages of freaking out:

First, think about what you did.

He was definitely thinking. His mind was literally in a whirl thinking about what he did.

Shake your head and pinch yourself to make sure this is real.

He did as his steps said, unsuccessfully getting out of the nonexistent dream.

Debate on whether or not to cancel or change the outcome of your decision.

He debated for about 20 minutes, looking at his phone, then looking at his reflection in the mirror of his private bathroom. He still was freaking out.

Make your decision.

Kurt realized that he would have to meet Blaine at some point, but better late than never? Not in this situation. He kept the plan, setting his phone on the counter as he turned to take a hot shower to get every worry out of his head.

Take a hot shower to get everything out of your head.

The next morning, Blaine Anderson was the one freaking out. He couldn't decide whether to wear his Dalton uniform on a Saturday so that Kurt recognized him, or to go with his own style. He chose the latter. He put on a black polo, red jeans, and a bright yellow bowtie, and tied his shoes onto his sockless feet. Watch out world. Here comes Blaine Anderson, dreamer of cute guys.

Kurt entered the front doors of The Lima Bean to find it completely empty except for a barista, and a cute guy with a yellow bowtie and yellow sunglasses on his face framed with loose, curly hair. I should get that guy's number, he thought. He is really cute, and definitely my type. He walked over to the table that the guy was sitting at, and started to speak.

"Hey, I'm Kurt. I noticed you over here, and I just wanted to say that I love the bowtie, and I think you're really cute." He then started to do a double take. "Oh my god, you might not even be gay. I'm so sorry! I just… I just was going to come over and see if I could have your number."

The guy tilted his head to the side, then nodded his ascent. He scribbled down his number, as Kurt did the same. They exchanged numbers, then the guy pulled out his phone and shot off a quick message.

At the same time, Kurt's phone buzzed.

Do you really not recognize me? -B xx

Kurt looked up. The guy had taken his sunglasses, and was staring at him with a grin. Kurt started to blush, and started to stutter.

"Uh, er, um, B-Blaine?"

"Hey, Kurt." He said with a large smile on his puppy-like face.

"I, I uh, I just got here?"

"Kurt." Blaine said, taking said boy's hand, "It's alright! I got a real kick out of it! I didn't think that you would recognize me when I was wearing this anyways. That's why I was wearing the sunglasses: to see your reaction! Obviously, it was pretty good."

"You suck, Blaine."

"But you love me."

You have no idea. "Yes, yes I do. You adorkable little puppy."

"Hey! I'm not a puppy! I'm a boy!"

"A five-year-old boy!"

"Fine. That's true." Blaine agreed, sticking his tongue out at his friend sitting across from him.

"I KNEW IT!"

I really, really hope that this was sufficient after my long "In Your Dreams" writing break...

Thanks for reading! Please Triple R!