Dylan had been back in Toronto for almost two weeks. Even though Blaine had been talking to his boyfriend everyday, not being with him face to face everyday was starting to wear on him.

"Blaine, should I take the black boots or the brown boots?" Kurt asked modeling each of the boots on his feet. "Blaine?"

"Huh? Oh, the black ones. They look great on you." Blaine said distractedly.

"What's wrong?" Kurt asked sitting next to Blaine on the chaise.

"Dylan hasn't text me all day." Blaine said looking at his phone for the hundredth time.

"Oh." Kurt had hoped it was a problem that he could fix. "Did you text him?"

"As soon as I woke up this morning." Blaine said sadly. Before Kurt could say anything else, Blaine's phone began to blare a Kid Elrick song. "It's Dylan!"

"Oh yay." Kurt said halfheartedly rising from the chaise.

"I'm sorry Blaine." Dylan text.

"It's ok. I figured you've been busy." Blaine answered.

"Hockey. I'm sorry. What's up?" Blaine read.

"Helping Kurt pack." he answered.

"I can't wait to see your face tonight." Dylan wrote.

"Me either!" Blaine said smiling to himself. When he looked up from his phone he saw Kurt quickly look away. He shrugged it off and rose to help Kurt finish packing.

"Marco? Are you home?" Elle Nash called out as she threw her bag down in a chair in the living room.

"In the kitchen El." Marco answered. He was leaning against the counter drinking coffee.

"I need a favor." Elle said leaning on the counter beside Marco.

"Anything for my best gal pal." Marco said.

"Good, because Jesse wants me to cover a show choir competition for The Core." Elle said biting her bottom lip.

"Anything but that." Marco said stepping away from the counter.

"Anything but what?" Dylan asked enter the kitchen.

"Ms. Nash wants me to go to a show choir competition." Marco said.

"You should go." Dylan said kissing Marco on the lips.

"What?" Marco said kissing Dylan back.

"Yeah. I'll go with you." Dylan said.

"Fine. Only because you're going too." Marco said taking another swig of his coffee. Elle mouthed a thank you to Dylan before leaving the boyfriends alone.

"Ok guys. Is everyone ready?" Mr. Schuester said standing beside Emma Pillsbury at the front of the bus. "This competition is a big step for us. The Toronto University Show Choir All-Stars is huge competition that will give us a international rank."

"Mr. Schuester?" Rachel said raising her hand and rising from her seat beside Finn. "May I?"

"Uh, sure Rachel." Mr. Schue said helping her to the front of the bus.

"Fellow glee clubbers, we have been through so much to get here and I want all of you to know that tonight, Finn and I will give 200% and win this competition for the New Directions." Rachel said beaming. "Now I realize that some of you are still a little upset because Mr. Schue, while having to make a hard decision, chose to use Finn and I as the soloists, but the New Directions is as strong as it's ever been and as long as..."

"Yentl, no one cares that you can Frankenteen got another solo." Santana interrupted. Rachel's smile faltered and she returned to her seat.

"You ok Kurt?" Mercedes asked her best friend.

"Fine. Why do you ask?" Kurt asked looking out the window.

"You didn't laugh at what Santana said, and you've been quiet." Mercedes answered.

"I'm sorry Mercedes, but not even the juvenile antics of the glee club can distract me." Kurt said with a sigh.

"Blaine?"

"Yes. For an entire week he spoke of nothing but Dylan." Kurt said his voice full of disgust. "How excited he was to finally be seeing Dylan again. What am I Mercedes? Am I an out of season Alexander McQueen blazer? No, I am a boy who wants a Warbler as a boyfriend but seems to be lacking in the skills to attract said Warbler."

"Kurt, Blaine is a boy. He has a hard time understanding signals that we girls put out there unless you're a Santana." Mercedes said trying to comfort her friend.

"Is it so wrong to want Blaine to pine after me?" Kurt said sadly. Mercedes just grabbed Kurt's hand and put her head on his shoulder. The best friends rode in silence the rest of the trip.

"Hold on I'm coming." Blaine said to the knocking at his hotel room door.

"Hello Blaine." Kurt said his hands clasped tightly in front of him.

"Uh, what are you doing here?" Blaine said allowing Kurt to enter the room.

"I found out that you were staying in the same hotel and the New Directions, so I asked Wes what room you were in when I passed him in the lobby." Kurt said leaning against the desk.

"So, what's up?" Blaine asked bouncing on the bed.

"The girls and I are heading out to this cute little coffee house called The Dot." Kurt said crossing his feet at the ankles. "I was wondering if you wanted to join us?"

"Oh. Thanks but I'm supposed to Skype with Dylan in like 10 minutes. I can't wait to surprise him." Blaine said with a smile.

"Ok. Well I'll leave you to it then." Kurt said scrambling out of the room.

Kurt let Blaine's hotel room door close behind him. He stood in the hallway, upset about the fact that he was brushed aside for Dylan Michalchuk once again. He pulled his iPod out of his peacoat pocket, put his earbuds in and hit shuffle.

You can hardly
wait to tell all your friends
How his kisses taste sweet like wine
And how he always
makes your heart skip a beat
Every time he walks by
And if you're feeling down
He'll pick you up
He'll hold you close when
you're makin' love
He's everything
you've been dreaming of
Oh baby

I wish you'd look at me that way
Your beautiful eyes
lookin' deep into mine
Telling me more than
any words could say
But you don't even know I'm alive
Baby to you all I am
Is the invisible man

You probably spend
hours on the phone
Talkin' 'bout nothing at all
It doesn't matter
what the conversation
Just as long as he called
Lost in a love so real
And so sincere
You wipe away each other's tears
Your face lights up
whenever he appears

I see you all the time baby
The way you look at him
I wish it was me sweetheart
Boy I wish it was me
But I guess I'll never be...

[Chorus]

A/N: So thanks for reading. I am going to attempt a new style of writing for this story. Hopefully, if I'm successful, this will read like an episode of Glee. You know, before RM jacked it up. Anyways, as always, I don't own Glee or Invisible Man by 98 degrees. REVIEWS=LOVE! Enjoy!