Chapter 5

Kurt awoke from a dream he couldn't quite remember on Saturday morning. It was one of those dreams that the more you think about it, the less you remember. In the end he gave up on retrieving the vision and stumbled downstairs to have a cup of coffee. He knew that neither Finn nor his dad would be up at this time so he moved quietly around the kitchen as he made his drink and put some bread in the toaster. He was leaning against the bench when Carole came down the stairs and greeted him as always. "Morning," she smiled as she walked towards the cupboard to get a mug out. "Doing anything today then?" She was the definition of a 'morning person', the complete opposite to her son. "Yer, I'm going shopping with Mercedes, Tina, Santana and Rachel. Until a month ago I never thought that Santana and Rachel could be in the same room together without attempting murder, but apparently they both want to come so," Kurt replied as he sipped his coffee. "We have to go today because I'm working at the shop tomorrow," he finished with a sigh. He liked working at the shop and - high five for breaking the stereotype - he was actually good at fixing cars, but sometimes his shifts took up a lot of his day.

Both of the people in the kitchen turned around when they heard a fumbling bang coming from the stairway. A moment later, Finn came stumbling down rubbing his eyes. "Mornin' dude, mornin' mom," he yawned. Both Kurt and Carole watch him as his fell into a chair at the table and looked like he was about to fall asleep right there. "Err Finn; you do know what time it is right?" Kurt questioned, confused by his presence this earlier in the morning. "Well Rachel said something about doing something this weekend and I wasn't really paying attention so I thought that if I got up early then I wouldn't miss whatever it was and then she wouldn't get mad at me again," he said, still yawning.

"Ok, well, as impressed as I am by your commitment to Rachel, she and the girls are going to the mall today so you can go back to bed for now if you want," Kurt watch the taller boy use the table to support himself as he stood back up and walked over to him. "Thanks man, I don't know where I would be without you," he said patting Kurt on the shoulder.

"Single?" Kurt commented, raising an eyebrow.

Carole just shook her head as Finn left the room and they heard him ascending the stairs. Kurt placed his empty mug in the sink and put his toast on a plate to take upstairs with him. As he opened the door to his bedroom he heard the distinct sound of his phone vibrating on his bed side table. He put his plate down on his dresser and picked it up.

1 NEW TEXT FROM: The Boy I Get Hard For

Kurt felt himself blush. Blaine. How could this boy make him blush even when he wasn't in the room? Kurt assumed he must have added his number yesterday in the bathroom. He opened the message and blinked a couple of time. Really Blaine?

What are you wearing?

Kurt let out an exasperated sigh and changed the contact name to 'Blaine' before texting back.

K- Nothing that would interest you.

Before he could set his phone back down, it buzzed again.

B- Nothing?

K- Yes, nothing.

B- You're wearing nothing? That's pretty hot ;)

K- Shut up. You know what I mean. What do you want Blaine?

B- I wanted to check if you'd had a nice dream about me? Perhaps a wet one?

Kurt just stared at the screen before deciding not to waste his time replying. He tossed the phone over onto his bed and stared to get ready for the day. He tried to push any thoughts of Blaine to the back of his mind, but, like all of the times before, the boy managed to edge his way to the fore front of his brain.

but, like the time before, the boy managed to edge his way to the fore front of his brain.f you want,".

He arrived at the entrance to the mall in Lima and parked his car in a space. He could see Tina and Rachel waving at his in his rear-view mirror as he got out of the vehicle to join them. Looking around, the parking lot was pretty empty which meant that the mall probably would be too. Mercedes came over to them as Kurt hugged Rachel and Tina 'Hello' before turning to her. He pulled the other girl into an embraces, having forgotten their brief conversation in the choir room on Friday. "You still need to explain y'know," she said as she let go of the thin boy. Kurt merely rolled his eyes.

The group spotted Santana lounging against a wall a few metres inside the shopping centre. She was wearing an extremely tight, strapless dress that showed off a lot of skin and her heels clacked on the polished floor as she walked towards them. Kurt could tell that Rachel was trying to restrain herself from making a comment but he could also tell that it wasn't going to work. "Is that outfit really appropriate Santana?" Rachel questioned as though she had the authority. Santana closed her eyes for a moment before opening them and smiling sweetly at Rachel. "Ok hobbit, why don't you just keep your enormous snout out of my life and keep it inside your personal bubble of revolting headbands and sweaters that you stole from the bins outside charity shops. I'm here today to get away from Abuela for a while so I don't have to watch her judging me all the time. Instead I gonna spend the day buying what I want, doing what I want, and wearing what I want, so we can finish this conversation now and you can go back to cracking pistachio nuts with your overly large beak."

Rachel looked as if she was praying for the strength not to retort, and by some power, she stopped herself.

The five teenagers started chatting amongst themselves as they walked into the main complex. "So Kurt, Blaine - " Mercedes started but he cut her off.

"Not now Boo, I promise I'll tell you at some point but not right now because between Rachel's irritating judgment and Santana's constant advice to 'get some', I really don't want to bring up this topic in front of them."

"Ok, ok, I see your point. But you owe me," she finished warningly. Kurt merely smiled at her. "When have I ever let you down," he said, hiding the dread he was filled with about the promise he had just made. He decided to move swiftly on so as to not let the feeling linger inside him to long.

"Oh my God, if Rachel doesn't put that sweater down within two seconds, you are going to have to speak as a witness at her murder trial."