This can't be happening... it can't be Sebastian...

Except everything fit. He said they had a mutual friend that was a warbler. He'd met Kurt a few times and had a conversation, but didn't know him very well. He'd said he was into someone else back then, so he hadn't paid much attention to Kurt. He'd been at sectionals, had 'sat near Blaine'. He was sexy but was sure that Kurt wouldn't date him. He was childish, spoiled, and cocky. He was in show choir. He was Sebastian fucking Smythe. Just then he gets a text,

Stalker: Another one of those damned political dinners I have to go to. There's no one here my age and most of these people only talk to me to either kiss up to my dad or try to get dirt on him. Hate these things.

Kurt is now freaking out. His chest tightens and he has to remind himself to breathe. He'd been talking to Sebastian... for weeks. He'd told him so many things that could be used against him. He'd talked to him about sex! He'd told him the truth about his break up with Blaine! He'd even been joking about the 'stalker' kissing him or being his boyfriend.

Oh my god. What is this? Why would he possibly be doing this? He's been flirting with me for like two weeks! That has to be a joke, right? He hates me. He likes Blaine! Oh god. Blaine... the dinner. He had liked Blaine. He'd asked him out, was attempting to date him... and Blaine had kept talking about me. And sectionals... he said I was sexy... and he's been flirting with me ever since... maybe he meant it? Weirder things have happened... not to me. But to some people... right?

When he gets another text he realizes that his freak out had taken several minutes. Before checking his phone he looks up to see Sebastian chewing his lip again as he waits anxiously for a response. Oh god.

Stalker: Please tell me you aren't like, looking up political dinners in our area and all of their attendees, and their sons, or something.

Deciding to have some fun, since apparently Sebastian had been having some for weeks, Kurt smirks. After scooting the plant out a little so he can lean against the wall and still see Sebastian, Kurt starts texting.

Me: Nope, but what a wonderful idea! I'm going to do that right now.

Stalker: Oh shit! No! Stop! Abort! Um... how bout I tell you something really embarrassing and you stop what you're doing? =D

Me: It'd have to be something really good, hun. I REALLY want to know who you are.

Stalker: Um... ok. Prepare for a novel...

Stalker: So when I was a freshman, I was really quiet, and kind of shy. I was fairly popular but I only had about 5 friends I would consider close and most of them were girls. They found out that I had a crush on a friend of mine... I'd liked him for a few months but didn't admit it because I didn't know if he was gay. I let it slip to my friends during a party...

Stalker: The next school day, one by one, they all come up to me to tell me that they had asked him if he liked guys. A couple of them had even told the guy that they were asking because I liked him! I had one class with him and one of the guys that went to the party was in the class with us. I sat down, afraid to even look at the guy (because no, he didn't like me) and I just really wanted him to know that I did NOT ask them to talk to him.

Stalker: So I turned to the friend and was like "Don't you hate it when you tell your friends that you like someone and they ALL turn around and tell them about it?! I'm never telling them anything ever again." I figured this way, he'd know I didn't ask them to, but we didn't have to actually talk about it. And it would have been fine... except this dumbass friend of mine got all offended and yelled, "Hey! I didn't tell him you liked him!"

Stalker: Then the idiot TURNS TO THE BOY and says, "I didn't tell you he liked you, did I?!" … I can not stress to you how awkward this moment was. My entire face was bright red, I could feel the heat coming off it. I didn't even say anything, I just dropped my head down to the desk and refused to look up. We never mentioned it again. Well, the boy didn't. My friends brought it up right up until the day I moved away *glare*

As Kurt reads the story he has a hard time not laughing out loud at the image of a tiny Sebastian Smythe literally head-desking. He glances up at the other boy and sees him squirming and looking mildly embarrassed. Deciding to put him out of his misery, Kurt replies,

Me: OMG lol That's so cute!

Stalker: No it's not! It's embarrassing! Never mention this again.

Me: Aww, I think it's sweet. It's not like YOU did it. No wonder you didn't go to your friends for advice about the guy you liked though, if that was your experience on it.

Stalker: Exactly. Clearly even friends can't be trusted.

Me: You trusted me. =P

Stalker: Well that's different. You're Kurt.

Sucking in a breath, Kurt darts his eyes up to Sebastian. It's the first time he'd ever called him out by name. They'd talked about everything else, dating Blaine, Finn being his brother, warbler stuff... there was no doubt that Seb knew who he was, but it was still the first time he'd ever actually said it.

Me: Um lol well I'm glad you trusted me. I was happy to help.

Stalker: Considering how that 'date' turned out, you shouldn't be THAT happy.

Me: Lol oh, but I am. See, if I'd helped you actually date that boy, you wouldn't be here flirting with me, right? =P I got to help you and still keep you to myself! Win-win!

Again, Kurt looks up to watch Seb's reaction. When he sees another genuine smile and slight blush cross Sebastian's face, Kurt knows he's screwed. He means it. He really likes me... holy crap! Should I tell him I know? Maybe he actually wants to date? Wait... do I want to date?

Before he can really think about it too much, Burt walks over. "Hey, kid. Ready to go? You haven't said boo to anyone here, and you're still hiding from that guy, even tho you keep watching him and blushing. Something I should know?"

Kurt coughs, "No! Um... not at the present time. But yeah, I'm ready to go if you are."

Laughing, Burt nods and heads back toward Carole to start leading her out. Quickly checking his phone again he sees a text waiting. Smiling a little, Kurt responds before heading after his dad, careful to remain out of Sebastian's line of sight.

Stalker: LOL Yep. All yours, babe.

Me: Lol Well, my dad has finally remembered I exist so I have to go. I'll probably crash when I get home, so good night, hun!

Stalker: Night babe!

That night as Kurt applies his cleansers and moisturizers, he tries to decide what to do. He'd somehow become friends with Sebastian Smythe. In fact, a few short hours ago, he'd have called his 'stalker' more than a friend... But let's not skip steps. Okay, friend...

Assuming that his interest in getting to know me is real and that everything happened the way I thought it did... Sebastian texted me to ask for help getting Blaine. Whether or not he had really wanted to date Blaine or not remains undecided. But he gave up pretty quickly and easily, so maybe he'd only wanted to have sex with him? That doesn't spell good things for our relationship.

When Kurt realizes where his thoughts automatically jumped, he blushes from the roots of his hair all the way down his neck.

Jesus! We're not dating! He won't even admit who he is... which I guess I understand a bit better now. I can see how he'd think I'd freak out. I am. But... I'm not really the person he thought I was... he met the Blaine'd version of me. I'd like to think I'm back to my old self now. Feistier, bitchier... more honest. I don't have to hide myself in the background anymore... and I don't have to be jealous that a hot guy is hitting on my boyfriend... this time he's hitting on me.

Shaking his head, Kurt forces his thoughts back on track. Agh! No! Friend! Could I be his friend? Anything else will have to wait until I actually admit that I know who he is. As for the friend thing... yeah. I like my 'stalker'. He's funny, and sweet, and he makes me smile. If I had found out who he was even a week or two ago... or actually... any other way than exactly how I did, I think I'd have flipped out. It was only because I could see him, and he didn't know I was there, that I could believe him. He just looked so... pleased while texting me. Like he really would rather be talking to me than doing anything else in the world.

Agh! No. Stop. Leave the mushy stuff for when I can get his input on it too. For now I'll just enjoy teasing him and seeing how far I can push this before he caves and tells me who he is or before I blurt it out, because let's be real... I'm not going to be able to hide this for too long. And I really do want to know how serious he is about his attempts to flirt with me... I've never denied that Sebastian is hot. Oh god! I've even told him that he's hot...

Oh, this should be fun.

As Kurt sits down at the Lima Bean for the first time in weeks, he decides to do an experiment. He'd seen Sebastian in there before, so that implies he lives close by, right? So if he knew Kurt was here...

Me: So, I've decided that Blaine can have the warblers in the divorce, but not coffee. I'm reclaiming the Lima Bean.

As usual, his reply is prompt,

Stalker: Oh really? I hadn't realized you had conceded it in the past.

Me: Yep. Between meeting Sebastian there and Blaine's love of caffeine, I was getting my coffee elsewhere, but no more! Seb and Blaine will just have to deal with it.

Stalker: Lol I'm sure Blaine hasn't roamed too far away from Dalton. Don't they have their own cafe or something?

Me: Yeah, but he was always a little too fond of this place. Although hopefully by now he's over the break up and will be sticking with his hive.

Stalker: Don't be so sure, you'd be hard to get over ;)

Me: *smirk* Not that hard.

When Kurt sees Sebastian walk through the doors less than ten minutes later, he almost cheers out loud. He pretends not to notice him, 'too absorbed in his phone'. He does notice that Seb makes no effort to stop texting him, and he can't resist getting to see his reactions to his messages.

Stalker: So what are you doing?

Me: Well, I brought a book, but I seemed to have been distracted by this guy who won't stop texting me =P

Stalker: Oh no! Sounds horrible. You should tell him to leave you alone. You're mine, remember? ;)

Me: If I had a name to give him that might make it easier.

Stalker: He doesn't have to know it's not the right name. Tell him my name is Bob.

Me: … is your name Bob? Because I'll be honest... that could be a deal-breaker.

Stalker: Lmao What's wrong with Bob?

Me: Well if for no other reason, I could never whisper your name in your ear to turn you on or call it out during sex. I mean... Bob? No.

Kurt knows he's pushing it, but Sebastian's reaction is so worth it he almost gives the game up by laughing aloud. When the text had gone through, Sebastian had almost tripped over his own feet and had knocked into the person in front of him. After his stammered apologies, he goes back to the phone in his hand, blushing madly. Kurt is literally biting his cheek at that point, now staring resolutely at the phone in his hand and trying not to laugh.

Stalker: Jesus Christ, babe! Warn a guy! I'm in public you know? Thank god I wasn't eating. I gotta go for about 20 minutes, text you in a few.

Me: Aww! But I wanted to discuss screaming your name some more! =(

Stalker: Babe! Uncool! Public! Stop it!

Kurt giggles, watching through his lashes as Sebastian tries to contain his blush and put his phone away, reaching for his coffee when it's called. He purposely smiles down at his phone as he types out one last message, pretending to not notice Sebastian headed his way. It's only fair that Seb know he likes their conversations as much as he does.

Me: Fine, fine. I'll pretend to be good. For now. No promises when you're less 'in public' ;)

Kurt hits send right as Sebastian steps up to the table. Kurt can see Sebastian's hand twitch, like he wants to reach for his pocket. It must be on silent. Boo. Now I can't ask who's texting him.

When Seb clears his throat, Kurt looks up, dropping his smile a little and putting his phone down. Instead of reacting to seeing Sebastian 'the first time since the break up', Kurt just cocks his eyebrow like he's waiting on Seb to say something.

Sebastian smirks, darting his eyes at Kurt's phone before saying, "Well, well! Fancy seeing you here! Haven't seen you around. Avoiding the overwhelming scent of hair gel and longing looks?"

Kurt catches himself before he can smile and respond like he would to his 'stalker'... this may be harder than he thought.

"Something like that. I heard from someone that he was still talking like he wanted to get back together awhile back, and that is definitely not happening. Easier to avoid the whole thing all together."

Seb chuckles, pulling the chair across from Kurt out and sitting down. "Wow. Your tune sure has changed. When we first met you had me thinking you were picking out china patterns."

Snorting, Kurt takes a sip of coffee. "Yeah, I almost had myself convinced, too. Luckily my common sense kicked in."

Sebastian looks like he can't decide how to proceed. Seeming torn between being rude and bitchy or actually attempting to play nice, Seb says, "Well, there's a first time for everything... he still hasn't jumped on the bandwagon. He still talks about you. So, if you're going to come here, be prepared to commence evasive maneuvers."

Smiling, Kurt says, "Thanks for the warning."

Eying Kurt warily, Sebastian sips his coffee. "You seem happy. It's so weird to see you perfectly content when he's so torn up about it. I figured you would be, at the very least, indignant."

Kurt shakes his head before answering. "The way we broke up was fairly horrible, but I'm over it. It's been two months and... I like someone else. So, I'm not real hung up on my ex."

He'd waited until Sebastian took a sip of his coffee and he catches the giggle before it escapes as Seb chokes. Kurt passes him the napkin he always grabs, waiting on him to recover.

"Y- you like someone else? Who? How many gay guys could you possibly know?"

Kurt shrugs, finishing his drink and setting down the cup. "Well, for one, I said I liked him, not that he liked me back. I haven't actually told him, so I don't know how he'd feel about it."

Watching Sebastian struggle to keep from blurting out 'It's your stalker, right?!' almost makes Kurt lose it. Quickly deciding that he can't keep this up much longer without giving himself away, Kurt smiles at Seb, pushing his chair out.

"Well, it's been nice seeing you, Sebastian. I've got to go, I have a previous engagement. Merry Christmas!" Smirking at the knowledge that the 'engagement' is Sebastian himself, Kurt waves and heads for the door, throwing away his empty cup as he goes.

After Kurt leaves the Lima Bean, he decides to make a quick detour to the mall. He'd been wanting to buy a Christmas gift for his stalker, but didn't know if it was a good idea or how to manage it. Now that he knows it's Sebastian, he can't resist.

Kurt has just managed to shut himself into his room when he gets a new text. Noting the time, he realizes it's been well over an hour since Seb had told him '20 minutes'. It's probably a good thing he hadn't wanted to text while Kurt was in the mall, but it still worried him a little. He didn't really think I meant someone else, did he? He talks to me every day! Who the hell else would I mean?

Stalker: Hey babe. Sorry bout that. I'm home now.

Me: Np, me too. I probably needed to stop anyway, before we both got embarrassed in public.

Stalker: Lol You're surprisingly more shameless than I thought you'd be.

Me: Yeah, well I'm an 18 yr old virgin. I get my thrills where I can lol

Stalker: Point. I can't imagine making it to 18.

Me: O god. I'm afraid to ask, how old were you?

Stalker: 15 lol

Me: So not fair! I really need to find a guy who is willing to date me before I end up doing something drastic. I really don't want to go off to New York feeling like the only virgin in the city and jump the first guy who says hi to me.

Stalker: *glare* I also disapprove of that plan.

Me: Then man up and tell me your name, hun!

Stalker: D= I can't! You know I can't, we've had this talk. Many times.

Me: Yes, but at this point I'm starting to wonder if that's really all it is.

Stalker: What the hell does that mean?

Kurt hesitates. When it was just his 'stalker' Kurt had believed that the only problem was that he was shy... but since he'd found out that it's Sebastian... Seb's not shy. At all. He has no morals, as he'd admitted himself. Would he really be that worried about Kurt turning him away?

Or is it that Seb just likes to flirt and likes having someone around to boost his ego? Kurt hadn't even needed the amazingly hot wrapping that is his body to want him. Maybe Seb just doesn't want to tell Kurt because then he'd have to 'nut up or shut up'. Eventually, Kurt types out,

Me: Are you sure that you just aren't telling me because you don't actually want me? I mean, I'll understand if you just want someone to flirt with, it's more than anyone else cares to do... I just would like to know if that's all it is so I don't get my hopes up too much.

Stalker: Babe... are you fucking kidding me? I thought you knew how much I want you. You're all I've thought about since your performance at sectionals... If I didn't think you would kick me in the balls, I'd sneak in your bedroom window in the middle of the night to molest you.

Me: Again, I'm on the second floor.

Stalker: Ladder. Lol For real though, if I didn't think you'd kick me out when you saw my face...

Me: Blindfold. lol For real though, I promise not to take it off... until after.

Stalker: Guh. You don't fight fair. Now I have that image in my brain. At least I'm not in public anymore.

Me: Lol Personally I'm getting rather fond of that image. So if I were to tell you my dad has one of those super sturdy industrial ladders that I could leave under my window...

Stalker: Dear god, shut up. You are not helping a damn thing.

Me: That all depends on the goal really. If you're looking for help being discouraged from breaking into my room, then no sir, I'm not helping. And I'm fine with that. Obviously.

Stalker: Seriously... you're about to bite off more than you can chew here, babe.

Me: Not so sure about that. I've got a pretty big mouth. I don't think I'd have a problem with choking.

Stalker: . . .

Me: *sigh* ok, I get it. I'll stop.

Me: Actually, I think I'm gonna go for a bit. I'll text you in a little while, ok?

Stalker: Please don't! I'm sorry! I'm not mad! It's just uh... a different kind of problem.

Me: Oh... really?

Stalker: *cough* Yeah. So... What did you do today? (or, ya know, any other topic that does not involve my dick...)

Me: Well, I bought you a Christmas present, but no, I'm perfectly happy talking about your dick. Please, continue.

Stalker: Uhhhh You did NOT just imply you're willing to sext with me...

Me: Well, not if that's your reaction, jeez. Maybe I WOULD be better off playing xbox *glare*

Stalker: NO!

Stalker: Ahh! No! I mean! Shit!

Stalker: You can't just spring shit like that on me ok?!

Me: … I'm sorry. I'm just gonna go. We can talk later, just please god, never mention this again. *mortified*

Stalker: no! wait!

Stalker: Not what I meant!

Stalker: Kurt!

Stalker: I know you can hear your phone beeping at you!

Stalker: Theres no way in hell you just left your room, because youre either blushing or crying!

Stalker: I will freak the fuck out if you dont answer me!

Stalker: KURT HUMMEL I WILL CALL YOUR HOUSE AND TELL FINN THAT YOURE CRYING.

Me: How the hell do you know my house's number?

Stalker: Thank fuck! Don't do that to me! Asshole!

Stalker: And how do you think? I'm your stalker! It's required for the license before they give you the complimentary binoculars.

Me: Well, hell I didn't know there was a license. Was the test hard?

Stalker: Lol please don't make jokes about being hard. (and no, it wasn't, I just had to list three of your bath products and your favorite movie.)

Me: Hey, I'm fine with talking about being hard. You're the one with the problem. Remember?

Stalker: No, actually that particular problem went away with the mind numbing fear that I had hurt you. That's REALLY not what I meant. Damn texts. You can't sense context through words on a screen.

Me: So you were not in fact horrified and dismayed at the idea that I wanted to sext you? Because seriously... that was harsh. You had JUST said you liked me.

Stalker: I do! Jfc I was freaking out because I almost swallowed my tongue, Kurt. You've said all along that you won't do anything until I tell you who I am, then all the sudden you're talkin about my dick. I was a little fucking surprised.

Me: O... is that the only problem you have with that idea? Because you can't still be surprised... ;)

...

Stalker: Hahahaha my poor dick. It's so confused.

Me: …?

Stalker: It keeps going up and down and doesn't know what the fuck to do anymore. I'm not sure either, to be fair.

Stalker: And NO, I have no problem sexting you. Jesus.

Me: ok... so um... you know I've never done this, right? He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was so vanilla I never even touched below his waist or vice versa.

Stalker: Lmao ok, rule #1: no referencing hobbits OR Harry Potter. Because... no.

Me: duly noted.

Stalker: This is the part where I'm supposed to ask what you're wearing... but it's you and I can't wait 20 min for you to type all that out, so let's skip some steps and both strip to underwear, k? ;)

Me: lol shut up. And um... ok. Let me lock my door.

When Kurt gets up, he has a small panic attack. What am I doing? I said I'd wait until he admitted who he was... shit shit shit. He double checks his door and strips off his clothes. He climbs back on the bed after making sure the windows are well covered.

Me: Done... lol for the record, my dad is out of town for a few days. He has Christmas parties to shmooze at.

Stalker: So you're alone?

Me: Um, I think Sam and/or Finn is here, I can hear the tv going downstairs, but they're playing xbox so they'll be at it for hours and not hear a damn thing. I've always hated those headsets, my opinion is quickly changing though.

Stalker: Ok, one more thing... my typing is about to get horrible because it's one handed... obviously... no bitching.

Stalker: I HEAR you glaring at the phone, but you know you were going to. You can also abbreviate... we're smart guys, I'm sure we can figure it out. When in doubt, assume I said cock.

Me: LMAO again, duly noted. Also, cock is not interchangeable for EVERYTHING.

Stalker: … most things.

Me: Lol shut up. Or actually, just change topic. So, I wear briefs, you?

Stalker: God. Boxer-briefs, but the short kind.

Me: mm ok so now what? I'm already hard *blush*

Stalker: God, yeah. Me too. I wish I was there, so I could see you

Me: See me? Is that all you want to do? Maybe I won't leave that ladder down there, if you're just a tease.

Stalker: Fuck. No, I wouldnt just be looking.

Me: What would you do?

Stalker: Id kiss u, pushing u down on the bed, lean over u so I could press against u

Me: God, I want to kiss u, want to feel u against me

Stalker: Id slid my hands all over u, feeling ur soft, pretty skin against me. Want to see how much u blush when ur turned on

Me: Really? Its probably a good thing u like that I blush so much

Stalker: Guh, I luv it. Want to trace that blush with my tongue, see how far I can make it spread. Id lick u all down ur chest, rubbing my hands over ur thighs

Suddenly getting an idea, Kurt blushes harder but toggles to camera. Taking the picture before he can change his mind, Kurt double checks that it looks okay, only showing the bottom half of his face, and sends it off. Knowing that Seb was now looking at a picture of his naked chest and that it clearly showed where Kurt's other hand was, he starts to panic.

Before he can really regret doing it, he gets a chime and looks back to his phone. Groaning out loud, Kurt sees a return picture of what he assumes is Sebastian Smythe's chest. Clicking the thumbnail, Kurt slides it down to find that it also shows Seb's hand, which is firmly grasping his cock. Oh my god... Holy shit... Clearly I don't have to be worried about being embarrassed around Sebastian, he's totally freaking shameless!

Me: omg!

Stalker: Lol u said u didnt mind talking about my dick, out of things to say?

Me: God, I want to taste it, ur so fucking hot

Stalker: Jfc want to see ur pretty lips wrapped around my cock... fuck kurt

Me: Yes please. Please fuck kurt. Want u to fuck me so bad...

Stalker: Fuck, r u touching urself?

Me: Ya, u?

Stalker: Yes... do u have lube?

Me: Ya, I may have uh... fingered myself a few times lately, thinking abt u.

Stalker: Jesus fuck, babe. Now? Will u finger urself and pretend it's me?

Me: Nnngh ya, hang on.

As Kurt grabs his lube he leans back on his pillows, carefully keeping one hand clean so he can keep texting in a sec. It doesn't take long before he's working two fingers inside himself. Grabbing his phone again, Kurt toggles to camera one more time before going back to texting.

Stalker: Fuuuuck o jfc I cant believe u sent that. Thank u so much, ur so fucking awesome.

Me: Lol im just doing what u told me to ;)

Stalker: Jesus fuck, never break that habit. Always do what I tell u to. R u still only using 2 fingers?

Me: Ya, im stretching em a lil, pretending its u, and ur getting me ready for ur cock.

Stalker: Kurt jesus, ur fuckin killin me. Add another finger? Get urself good and ready for me.

Me: O god! So full... want u, want ur cock in me

Stalker: Fuck kurt, im close

Me: Me too, if I stop texting its good news, not bad

Stalker: Lol ur so fuckin cute, and sexy and hot and I really want to be there right now, pressing my cock into u, making u cum all over urself, clenching down on me

Kurt finally drops his phone, leaving it where he can see it but using both hands on himself, one still thrusting his fingers and the other wrapped around his cock. He throws his head back, remembering Sebastian's picture and thinking about what it'll be like to taste him and feel Seb's cock sliding into him.

Biting his lip, Kurt takes his hand off his dick long enough to reach out to his phone, still laying on his bed. Trying not to chicken out, he presses the 'Call' button, wondering if Sebastian will actually answer it. Surprisingly it only rings twice, Kurt puts it on speaker and groans out,

"D-don't worry, you don't have to say anything, I just um... my hands are too busy to text and I really want to help you get off. I want to make you come, even if I can't touch you."

Kurt hears a low moan and the quiet sounds of skin on skin and groans again. "God, I can hear you. I wish you were here so I could see you... taste you. Want you to fuck me into my mattress. Want you to fuck me so hard I feel it for days... I want to kiss you and f-feel you come in me."

Hearing a quiet, barely whispered "Fuck, Kurt... so fucking hot." pushes him over the edge. As Kurt moans a little louder than he probably should, coming all over his hand and stomach, he hears, "Fuck! God! Kuurt... nnngh."

Glad that they'd come so close together, Kurt drops himself back on his pillows, reaching for his tissues. After he's half decently cleaned up and his underwear pulled back in place, Kurt picks up his phone, not really knowing what to do. Do I hang up? That seems... rude...

"Um... I don't know what to do. I don't really want to hang up but I know you won't talk..." He has to stop himself from just telling Sebastian that he knows and doesn't care, at this point he just wants it out in the open. He'd come harder than he ever had and he really just wants Sebastian to admit who he is so they can be together... if that's what he wants. He sighs heavily.

"Please just tell me who you are. I really won't care... Wait, that's a horrible way to put it... I won't dump you just because of some stupid thing you did in the past or if you're ugly or whatever you think the reason is." When he's only met with a sad sigh and no words, Kurt finally snaps.

"You said I've met you, well let me put it this way. If you are within two years of my age, genuinely like me, haven't lied to me in the passed week, and really are just worried about how I'm going to react, nothing else; then come get your Christmas present. You can have me or what I bought you at the mall today, or both. You can have whatever you want, because I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you. I don't care if you're the guy that threw me in a dumpster, or the guy that wrote 'fag' on my locker freshman year, or the guy that threatened to kill me junior year. You can be literally any guy I've ever met, as long as you fit those standards. But I'm tired of feeling like a dirty thing that has to be kept hidden, especially because you said you're already out! I'm going to text you my address and put the ladder under my window wrapped in a tarp. It's your call."

Kurt hangs up, texts his address, and turns off his phone. After a few minutes of fighting back tears, he finally gets up and goes to grab his shopping bags. On the off chance that Sebastian mans up, he needs to have his gift wrapped.

As he tosses it down on his bed though, he gets an idea. Slipping on yoga pants and a t shirt, Kurt runs to his door, throwing it open. "Finn! Sam! I need your help!"