Earlier that evening, Blaine and Trent stood across the street from Kurt's house.
"Heh! Oh boy! Kurt's gonna get the surprise of his life, huh Blaine?" Trent enthused.
Blaine smirked. "Yup. This is his lucky day." He turned to the rest of the Warblers, who were crowded around them. "I'd like to thank you all for coming. I'm about to go in there and declare my love to that boy."
Most of the Warblers chuckled and cheered him on, except for Jeff, Nick and Andrew, who looked at the floor, sniffling.
"Now, Trent" Blaine commanded. "When Kurt and I walk out that door-"
"Oh, I know, I know!" Trent interrupted. "That's when we start!" He raised his hand, and the Warblers started humming the intro to "Teenage Dream".
"Not yet!" Blaine hissed, making a slicing motion across his throat.
Trent shushed the other boys. "Sorry!"
Kurt was reclining on the sofa, again engrossed in his Vogue Homme, when the doorbell rang. Looking through the peephole, he saw Blaine's cheesy grin and rolled his eyes. What does he want NOW? Kurt thought as he reluctantly opened the door.
"Blaine, what a...pleasant surprise." Kurt forced a smile.
Blaine grinned back. "Isn't it though? I'm just full of surprises. You know, Kurt, there's not a gay boy in town who wouldn't LOVE to be in your shoes. This is the day" he paused at the mirror in the foyer, and licked imaginary plaque from his teeth. "This is the day your dreams come true."
Kurt frowned. "What do you know about my dreams, Blaine?"
"Plenty." Blaine had sat down on the sofa, and had his feet, still in boots, up on the coffee table. "Picture this: my father's splendid estate, after my latest Regionals win. A roaring fire, and my little lover, massaging my feet." He paused. "While the rest of the Warblers look on with jealousy, of course. They all want me, you know."
"...the Warblers?" Kurt asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.
"No, Kurt! All the boys!" Blaine laughed.
"Imagine that."
"And do you know who that lover will be?"
Kurt bit his lip. "Let me think..."
Blaine got up, and took Kurt's hand in his. "You, Kurt!"
Kurt jumped back, taking his hand away. "Blaine, I'm..speechless. I..really don't know what to say."
Blaine advanced on him, until he had Kurt backed up against the door. "Say you'll go out with me."
Kurt surreptitiously grabbed the doorknob. "I'm very sorry, Blaine, but.." he turned the knob, thinking. "...but, I just...don't deserve you." He finally got the door open, stepped aside, and let Blaine tumble out.
The Warblers began singing "Teenage Dream" as soon as the door opened. Blaine took an angry step forward, and promptly slipped in a muddy puddle. Trent, who was directing his fellow singers, looked back with a grin, which soon faded. He motioned for the boys to be quiet, and went over to his friend.
"So...how'd it go?"
Blaine wrapped a hand around Trent's throat, a little too tightly. "I'll have Kurt! Make no mistake about that!" He promptly dropped the boy into the puddle.
"Touchy." Trent muttered.
Kurt stood in his kitchen, looking out the back door at the sunset. "Can you imagine?" he said aloud. "He asked me out! Me, the "lover" of that stupid, insensitive..."
He began to prepare a simple pasta dish for his dinner, singing along to his iPod as he did so.
Hurry up, and wait. So close, but so far away.
Everything that you've always dreamed of, close enough for you to taste
But you just can't touch!...
Kurt paused to stare out the window again. The sky was painted orange and pink, the tops of the trees dark against it. Beautiful from his backyard in Lima, but he couldn't help thinking it'd be just as beautiful, if not more...somewhere else. Somewhere more exciting, where he could achieve his dreams. Or at least try.
...we live and we learn,
to take one step at a time, there's no need to rush
it's like learning to fly, or falling in love.
it's gonna happen, if it's supposed to happen
that we find the reasons why, one step at a time...
There was a rumble of thunder from outside, and Kurt's head jerked up in surprise. It was pissing rain. What the hell? It was gorgeous out a minute ago. He shrugged and turned back to dicing the tomatoes for his dinner.
When you can't wait any longer, but there's no end in sight
It's the faith that makes you stronger
The only way we get there, is-
Kurt felt a buzz in his pocket, interrupting his song. He pulled out his iPhone, "Unknown number" flashing on the screen.
"Hello?" he answered, wondering who it could be.
"Kurt!" a slightly familiar voice responded. "It's, uh, it's Paul Karofsky...you need to come here, to my place, son. Your, uh, your father, he..." Kurt can hear noise, commotion in the background.
Kurt's heart had jumped into his throat long ago. Probably at the mention of the name "Karofsky". "What? What happened? Why is my dad there?" he gasped.
Mr. Karofsky sighed. "He's, um, he's not well, Kurt. Just come here, okay? 39 Allen Road."
The call ended, and something inside Kurt made him move, although he felt like standing in his kitchen in shock. A thousand thoughts ran through his head, as he somehow managed to throw on his coat and boots, and go out to his car. Why the hell would Dad be at the Karofskys'? What happened to him? Why won't they tell me? Oh Gaga, what is going on?