Kurt reread the journal entry again; he didn't remember a boy looking at him or seeing any mini vans. He remembered that after the Brittany Assembly everyone's car had something wrong with them. Mike's car needed a new spare tire and he did not remember exactly what was wrong with Pucks car. There had been a sale on tires that week, so a lot of people bought new tires. Mike and Puck both had dark hair and dark eyes, and Kurt would not have described Finn as having dark hair. He remembers hearing a couple of girls talking about Finn being tall dark and handsome, so it was possible somebody else would think that too. This probably meant anybody who wasn't blonde could be the boy he was giving a ride too. Kurt could not imagine Mike talking to anyone the way the boy in the journal was described as talking to the big guy. Puck was more likely to do that, but after what happened in the locker room the other day he didn't know anymore. Kurt continued to read the journal entry to see what happened next. He also wanted to know who the other boy was; the "big boy" was described as a "big boy with big brown eyes in a red jacket". This probably meant a letterman's jacket, which also meant it could have been a football player. Most of the football players had brown eyes, and If he had to guess he would guess David Karofsky. The journal read:

I followed the big guy to a part of town I didn't recognize. He seemed to be parking in the alley behind a tire shop, and there was ice cream shop. There could have been a Mexican restaurant and a sandwich shop or something nearby. I do not know this area at all, but I recognized the name of the tire shop I parked behind. It made sense that it was Hummel's Tire and Lube, Hummel being the name of my pretty baby that I and the he big guy were both obviously stalking. I got out of the car and watched the big guy with big brown eyes go to the ice cream place. I went there too; it was a nice little shop, but it was very empty. I didn't want to make it obvious what I was doing there, and to be honest I was not sure what I was doing there. I decided that I had better order something, so I got a small chocolate milkshake and sat down at the table not too far away from the big guy. The big guy looked at me very carefully, he started coming over to me. I was a little nervous because I thought I had been caught. He looked at me almost like he was checking me out and I could tell he liked what he saw. Normally, I would've liked this attention, however, the big guy had probably never been flirted with before. I could have had fun with him, but I decided not today and under these circumstances.

He said: "I know you, right?"

I replied: "I don't think you do."

He said again: "I know you; you look very familiar. I know I've seen you; do we go to the same school?"

"No" I said, "I don't think so, I go to the DoltonAcademy. It's a private school in Westerville." I figured he would never have heard of the place and would probably end the conversation. At least I had hoped so, but I was wrong.

He said: "I go to McKinley in Lima. Our football team competes against Dalton. So does our track team, our lacrosse team, and our basketball team. I play football, do you play lacrosse?"

That's an easy out, I thought. I said, honestly: "I play lacrosse maybe that's where you know me from." I didn't know anyone who had been recognized for playing high school lacrosse, but maybe it would work for the situation. "I'm also on the track team." I said.

"Track?" he said, "you really don't look like someone who runs".

"Actually" I said, "I am very fast."

We talked for a little while about sports in school and familiar hangouts. I knew what he was doing in this ice cream shop, but I never quite asked him. I just hoped that he didn't know what I was doing there. It was nice to talk to him; it was something I would not have minded doing longer or again sometime. For a big guy he was actually very good looking, considering that he was also stalking my pretty baby. He was obviously not comfortable with who he truly was. Other than those things, he was a nice guy. On the other hand, if he figured out that I was stalking the same pretty boy he was… Well, he could and most likely would either expose me or him and possibly his friends could beat the crap out of me. So, I guess I needed to be more careful. I got up after a while to leave.

That is when he said: "It's been nice talking to you, and then he said my name is David Karofsky in case you didn't already know that. I will see you later, and I am sure I will see you around because I'm pretty sure I've seen you around before."

Later that night I had a dream that Kurt was naked and tied to my bed. I kissed his neck, chest, and his lips.

I said: "You are mine now pretty baby"

Kurt said: "I will not be yours until you tell me your name"

I said, "Call me babe."

Kurt said: "No! I need to know your real name."

Then I said: "I am Sebastian Smith." Then I started kissing my pretty baby again.

Kurt said: "Wait… you said wouldn't hurt me and I believe you. I know you wouldn't hurt me, but would you hurt anyone else?"

I asked, "Why would you ask me that?" Then there was a strange tapping my window, it was Dave.

Then I woke up to find that I had two texts from Dave, the boy in the red jacket from the ice cream shop. One said, "I know who you are what you're up to and I will find a way to prove it." The second one said, "Forget that last text, I may need your help."

Kurt sat there a moment in silence….