Nowadays: Kurt's Got a New Mentor

I took a deep breath before turning on the ignition. I was always nervous going over to Kurt's, but this time I'm especially nervous. Now that he's met Ryan, I've gotta raise the bar if I'm not going to get ditched.

I know I seem like I'm confident and know what I'm doing, but, in reality, I'm completely clueless. I've got major self-esteem issues and seeing Kurt with any other guy, especially someone as good-looking as Ryan who shares the exact same interests as him, is awful.

I checked my reflection in the mirror and decided I was as good as I was going to get. I started off down the street, turning on the radio to try and calm my nerves. A grin spread across my face as a familiar melody played through the speakers.

You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life

See that girl, watch that scene, dig the dancing queen

I started humming along. This song had became one of my personal favorites. I used to hate it. But after dancing to this with Kurt, I went home that night with it stuck in my head and it ended up on a loop on my iPod. I guess Kurt just makes everything better.

I made it to his house much too soon. That's not fair! I need more time to prepare myself! So, despite god's cruel sense of humor having turned on me this fine afternoon, I walked up to his front door and rang the doorbell, having memorized the little 'ding-dong' right down to ways you could harmonize with it.

His dad opened the door and I immediately went into polite-guy mode. "Hello, Mr. Hummel. Is Kurt home?"

He looked at me like I seemed suspicious somehow and said, "Yeah. He's upstairs." I smiled and made my way up the steps. He disappeared into the living room and when I was halfway up, I heard a beautifully familiar voice.

You can like the life you're living,

You can live the life you like.

I was just getting to my happy place (filled with images of Kurt, of course), when something caught my attention.

You can even marry Harry,

But mess around with Ike.

My stomach dropped. That's not Kurt. I sped-stepped up the staircase and had my hand on the door knob before I remembered my manners and knocked. The singing stopped and Kurt opened the door. "Blaine!" he said, wrapping me in a hug. Usually I would enjoy moments like these, but all I could focus on was the flamboyant-hat wearing blonde behind him, who had sheet music in his hand and was using his other to wave.