A/N This is for my sometime co author, klainedreams34 (AKA darcangell23 on ao3, AKA KurtandBlaineGleek on FF dot net). Happy Birthday! Sorry it's a few days late! She wanted me to write a story for her, so I told her to give me a prompt, and this is what she came up with, which I of course took and ran with it. This story takes place a hundred years in the future.

Reviews always welcome!

Be Still My Virtual Heart

August, 2110

Kurt Hummel wasn't the type of person to get caught up in the latest fads, unless it was fashion, of course. Fashion was always worth paying attention to, especially for a young, up and coming fashion designer. But Kurt just could not fathom why anyone would pay upwards of four hundred dollars on what was basically a virtual reality gaming unit, nor could he reason why they would pay an extra thirty dollars a month to subscribe to a virtual reality adventure simulator.

"It's not just a game," his assistant, Elliott, said when Kurt scoffed at him while he talked about his adventures in the virtual world. "You get to connect instantly with people from all around the globe who share the same interests as you, and experience things you'd never get to do in real life. You've always wanted to go to Paris, Right? You could go there tonight, and be back in your safe little loft by bedtime."

Kurt frowned. "I read that not everyone you encounter on these adventures are real people. A lot of them are AIs. No offense, but if I wanted to interact with fake people, I'd go to one of Rachel's afterparties."

Elliott rolled his eyes. "Yeah, about a tenth of the people you encounter are AI, but those are only guides to help you get through whatever adventure you pick. Everyone else is a real person. And this new virtual reality program is so life-like, you'll swear that you can smell the fresh cut grass, and taste the virtual food."

Kurt just shook his head. "It still seems like a waste of money to me."

"Tell you what, why don't you come to my place Saturday, and you can try it out. We can do a short adventure together. If you aren't impressed, you can leave whenever you want."

Kurt sighed. "Fine, but if I don't like it, you'll be sewing all those double stitched waistcoats by hand next week. Alone."

Kurt arrived Saturday, midday, not knowing what to expect. Elliott showed him into the living room, where all the furniture had been moved to the sides, leaving a large open area in the center of the room.

"I created a one month free trial account for you," his friend said, positioning him in the center of the room. "You just need to create your avatar. The console will scan you and create a 3D image of you that you can customize in hundreds of different ways. This is the image everyone else will see inside the virtual world. Just stand still for a moment, and when I say turn, you need to turn three hundred and sixty degrees, slowly."

Kurt frowned, but stood still as instructed. The console made a clicking noise, and a red laser light came out and scanned Kurt from head to toe. When Elliott instructed him to turn, Kurt did so, moving slow, but not too slow.

"That's good. Now we'll put on the suits and you can customize your avatar."

"Suits?" Kurt asked.

"The sensor suits read your movements and translate them into the adventure." Elliott helped Kurt put on the suit, and then the helmet. "There is a built-in microphone and earphones to communicate with others, as well as the VR goggles. Go ahead and enter the waiting room and customize your avatar while I suit up."

Kurt blinked as the VR goggles settled over his vision, until they lit up, a large red button appearing in front of him that read 'ENTER.' He reached out and pressed the button, surprised when he actually felt the ethereal button, as if it were real. A door opened in front of him, and he stepped through it. Immediately, a woman appeared in front of him. She appeared to be in her mid thirties, and wore her blonde hair pulled back off her face.

"Hello, I'm Terra, your VR concierge. May I know what you would like to be called?"

"Kurt," he replied.

"Welcome, Kurt. Would you like to customize your avatar?" Terra asked. A full length mirror appeared beside her, reflecting back a nearly accurate, lifelike image of himself. The skin tone was a little paler than in real life, and the image wore only a pair of boring blue boxer shorts.

"Yes, please," Kurt said, frowning at the image.

"Very well," Terra said. "What would you like to customize first?"

A menu popped up on the other side of her. On it were listed the various options; hair, eyes, skin tone, clothes, and accessories.

"Clothes," he replied. The menu changed. It now listed; male, female, non binary, gender fluid, gender neutral, and see all. "See all," he decided.

The mirror opened up like a door, and inside he could see dozens, if not hundreds of different outfits. He stepped inside, and Terra appeared beside him once more. "You can narrow your choices down by saying a particular type of clothing, style and color."

He thought about it for a moment. "Skinny jeans, black."

The mirror appeared in front of him again, only now the image reflected back was wearing a pair of skinny jeans that were so tight, they seemed painted on. They looked damn good on him, too.

"Long sleeved button down shirt, light blue." The requested article of clothing appeared on the reflection. He studied it for a moment. "Make it red instead." The shirt changed colors. "Add a black vest." Once the image changed to include the vest, he studied himself again. Much better, but something was still missing. "Can you add a pattern to the vest?"

"Of course," Terra replied. "Simply say stop when you see a pattern you like." A star pattern appeared on the vest in gold thread. Kurt just shook his head, that wasn't exactly what he wanted. A moment later the pattern changed to a starry night sky with a full moon. Still not what he imagined. He went through several different patterns before one caught his attention.

"Stop!" He admired the silver swirls against the black vest. They added just the right something to the outfit. "Now for accessories."

"Of course, Kurt," Terra replied. The wardrobe vanished, to be replaced by what appeared to be a combination of a high end jewelry store and an eClaires store. He ignored the flowery hair bands and Hello Kitty.

"May I just see brooches for now?" he asked.

"As you wish." The selection narrowed down to about a hundred options. Still a lot, but more manageable. After a moment of looking, Kurt spotted the perfect accent for his outfit, a clear clockwork bow tie brooch. He finished off the outfit with black suede ankle boots.

"Do you wish to make any more changes to your avatar?" Terra asked.

Kurt considered correcting the skin tone, but decided to leave it. It made his eye color stand out even more. "No, I think this will do."

Terra gave him a little nod. "Very good. Your adventure partner is waiting for you in the lobby. Please enjoy your VR experience."

Terra disappeared, as did the wardrobe area and mirror. When he looked down at himself, he was dressed exactly as the image in the mirror had been.

"Kurt?" he heard Elliott say his name, and turned to face his assistant.

"Whoa!" Kurt said, gaping at the other man. Elliott usually dressed conservatively, jeans and T-shirts mostly, and nerdy glasses. The image before him was anything but conservative or nerdy. Black leather pants were paired with a black muscle shirt and black leather jacket, with small metal studs on the shoulders. His hair, which was usually neatly combed, now had that I-Just-Had-The-Hottest-Sex-Ever look, and his eyes were lined with guyliner.

"Elliott?" Kurt asked, hesitantly. "You look...different."

The older man smiled. "I figured since it was supposed to be an adventure, I should look the part."

Kurt just shook his head. "So, what are we going to be doing in here?"

Elliott shrugged. "I'll let you pick. Terra, load the BDAdventure files, please."

The virtual woman reappeared. "Of course, Starchild."

Kurt had so many questions, but the one he settled on was, "BDAdventure files?" As he spoke, a marquee appeared with dozens of what appeared to be file names on them.

"Yeah, it's this great feature the programmers added that allows people to create and share their own adventures. The person who makes these BDAdventures is a genius, they're always so fun, and they are always adding new ones. Like this one, I haven't seen this one before. 'Diplomatic Dinner with intrigue.' It sounds interesting. What do you think?"

Kurt shrugged. "You might not be exactly dressed for that one."

"That's not a problem. The virtual reality will dress you in the proper attire for whichever adventure you choose, if necessary."

"Okay, then. I'll trust your judgement."

Elliott smiled at him. "Terra, please load BDAdventure file 819."

"Of course, Starchild. Enjoy your adventure."

The virtual woman disappeared, and suddenly the two men were in an elegant formal ballroom, surrounded by men and women dressed in fancy evening wear. Some of them were dancing, others were mingling and sipping champagne.

Kurt felt a little out of place. While he'd always had expensive tastes in clothes, he would always be the mechanic's son who worked for every penny he earned and who taught himself how to sew so he could make his own clothes. He felt like an imposter among these people in their ten thousand dollar outfits and diamonds and gold watches.

"I feel like I should grab a tray of hors d'oeuvres and pass them out with the waitstaff," Kurt muttered under his breath.

"Relax, Kurt," Elliott said, and he glanced at the taller man. Elliott was no longer wearing the black leather outfit. He was now wearing a rather edgy dark red designer suit with a black button down shirt with a square collar under the jacket.

Kurt glanced down at himself. He still wore the red button down shirt and the clockwork bow tie, but now it was matched with a dinner jacket that was so glossy black it seemed to have blue highlights when the light hit it.

"What exactly are we supposed to do?" Kurt asked his friend.

"We mingle," Elliott said, turning to speak to an older gentleman and woman who were standing near them. Kurt wanted to grab his arm and pull him back, begging him not to leave him there alone.

"These things are always a bore, don't you think?" A voice from Kurt's other side said. He turned to study the person who had spoken. The man was shorter than Kurt by at least three inches, dressed in a white tuxedo, with dark hair that had been gelled into a fifties movie star hair do. His hazel eyes twinkled with mirth as he offered Kurt a flute of champagne. Kurt's heart skipped a beat. "I'm Blaine. You look a little lost here."

Kurt took the champagne hesitantly. It was only virtual reality, it wasn't like the guy could drug him. "Kurt. I'm not exactly sure how I let myself be talked into coming here."

Blaine smiled. "My boss made me come. He always claims to be too busy to attend, but I know for a fact that he is currently in the middle of an all night underground high stakes poker game. Most of the time I spend these evenings listening to stuffy old men rambling on about how too many things have changed since their youth, while they oogle the younger women behind their wives' backs."

"Sounds like a load of fun," Kurt said, voice dripping with a load of sarcasm. "What exactly are we supposed to be doing here?"

Blaine shrugged. "Drink champagne, eat canapes, and dance."

"That's it?" Kurt sounded skeptical.

Just then the band began playing a tango. "Dance with me," Blaine said, and before Kurt could protest, the shorter man had taken his champagne glass, which he hadn't even taken a sip from, and set them on the tray of a passing waiter, and pulled Kurt out onto the dance floor, pulling him in tight. Too embarrassed to make a scene, Kurt allowed the shorter man to lead him in the intimate dance. And then all those years of dance lessons kicked in, and Kurt took the lead, dipping the shorter male, before moving into a more complex series of steps as the sultry music wrapped around them.

Just as the dance drew to a dramatic end, several armed policemen rushed into the room and began interrogating guests.

"That's my cue to leave," Blaine said, regret in his voice. He raised Kurt's hand to his mouth and placed a kiss to the back.

"Wait, what's going on?" Kurt said, but the dark haired man had already disappeared into the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen," came a heavily accented voice, and Kurt searched for the speaker. It was a short, frumpy looking man in a suit. "I am inspector Claude Langier, with Interpol. Someone has stolen the famed Jewel of Budapest, and we believe the thief is in this room. Please, cooperate with my officers."

Elliott reappeared beside Kurt. "This must be the intrigue part. I just got frisked by a rather hot French policeman. He slipped me his phone number."

Kurt shook his head and slipped his hand into his pocket to grab his handkerchief, forgetting for a moment that this was virtual reality, and he didn't have a handkerchief in his pocket. He frowned when he felt something solid and smooth brush against his fingers. He glanced down as he pulled it out. His eyes went wide at the sight of the large red ruby pendant.

"Oh my gosh, Kurt!" Elliott hissed, grabbing the pendant and shoving it into his own pocket before anyone else could see it. "Did you steal it?"

"Me? No!" he hissed back. "That guy must have planted it on me when we were dancing!"

Elliott shook his head, glancing around. "I've already been searched, so they won't search me again. We need to get out of here and figure out what to do next."

They waited for a police officer to search Kurt, Elliott flashing the card showing that he'd already been searched, and then the two of them left the building, which appeared to be somewhere in Morocco, judging by the architecture of surrounding buildings.

"What do we do now?" Kurt asked.

Elliott shrugged. "We blend in for now. The thief will probably return for the jewel at some point."

The auburn haired man frowned. "How exactly are we supposed to blend in wearing these suits?"

Elliott pointed out the bazaar nearby. "We can get a change of clothes there. Come on."

They searched the stalls for one that sold clothing. Kurt wasn't sure how you paid for virtual clothes, but Elliott didn't seem concerned by it, handing the merchant what looked like a clear plastic card with iridescent writing on it. The merchant scanned it and handed it back, and they searched for someplace to change. They found a public restroom, although why they would have bathrooms in a virtual reality world, Kurt couldn't fathom.

There was only room in the bathroom for one of them, so Kurt changed first, and then waited in the alley outside for Elliott. He was distracted by music and dancing in the main thoroughfare of the market area, and didn't notice someone had moved up behind him until a hand reached around and covered his mouth.

"Don't scream," a voice hissed, as another arm snaked around his middle and pulled him deeper into the shadows of the alley. Kurt struggled, but the man holding him was surprisingly strong.

When the hand covering his mouth slipped away, and Kurt was allowed to turn around to face his abductor, he glared. "What the hell, Blaine?"

The shorter man held up one hand. "I don't have a lot of time to explain, but I need the jewel. Thousands, if not millions of lives depend on it!"

Kurt crossed his arms over his chest. "Not good enough! You planted stolen goods on me, in a foreign country! This may be a virtual reality game, but I'd rather not spend my night in a virtual jail cell!"

Blaine sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry. I had no other option. The jewel is a fake. A terrorist organization known only as The Pink Dagger switched out the real jewel for one with valuable top secret information embedded in it in the form of a microchip. The information on that chip contains the antidote for a super deadly bio weapon being developed by a powerful and corrupt government to be unleashed on those who don't submit to their rule!"

Kurt frowned. "And just what do you plan to do with the information?"

"I work for a counterterrorist agency that works covertly within the boundaries of the CIA. Getting this information back to our scientists is just the beginning. It can save lives if we aren't able to bring down The Pink Dagger and the hostile government funding their operation before they unleash their devastating weapon."

Kurt considered what the shorter man had said. "How do I know I can trust you? How do I know you aren't the bad guy?"

Blaine smiled at him, moving a step closer and Kurt's stomach did a little flip. "What does your instinct say?"

Kurt's instincts were telling him to end the program and go back to his safe, lonely loft. "I don't have the jewel. My friend Elliott has it."

Blaine frowned. "You need to get it back from him. Where is he?"

Kurt frowned and looked back up the alleyway. Elliott should have finished changing his clothes by now. "He was in the bathroom there," Kurt said, beginning to walk back the way they'd come.

Blaine grabbed his arm, pulling him to a stop several feet away from the bathroom. The door was open, the lock and door frame broken. A Pink Dagger was embedded in the splintered door.

"Oh my god! Elliott!" Kurt cried out. "What will they do to him? Where could they have taken him?"

Blaine swore, looking around. He spotted something on the ground, and knelt to examine it. Kurt leaned over his shoulder to see what he was looking at. It appeared to be a footprint.

"These prints belong to someone from one of the nomad tribes," Blaine said.

Kurt frowned. "How can you tell?"

"There's no heel, no treadmarks. This was made by someone wearing handmade leather boots."

"And that helps us find Elliott how?"

Blaine glanced up at him over his shoulder. "Our intel shows that The Pink Dagger has worked with a couple of the nomad tribes in this region in the past. We just need to find their camps before they move on. Hopefully your boyfriend will still be there when we catch up to them."

"Assistant," Kurt muttered, and stood back as Blaine began to rise.

'What was that?" Blaine asked.

"Elliott is my assistant, and my friend, not my boyfriend."

Blaine smiled at him. "Good to know," he said, before taking Kurt's hand and moving quickly back down the alley to a waiting car.

"Where are we going?" Kurt asked, a little breathless. He pretended it was from moving so quickly, and not the feel of the other man's hand holding his.

"To see an old friend," the dark haired man said.

"This is your old friend?" Kurt asked, staring at the small plane that looked like it might be used for crop dusting a hundred years ago that Blaine was caressing like an old lover. The shorter man just shrugged.

"Harrison here has gotten me out of more scrapes than I can count. He'll help us find your friend."

"Harrison?"

"Yeah, like Harrison Ford. Indiana Jones?"

"I know who Harrison Ford was. I just find it weird you named your plane after him."

"Why? He was a licensed pilot, after all."

Kurt frowned. "I didn't know that."

Blaine laughed and shook his head. "Come on, let's get in the air and find your friend."

Kurt was a bit hesitant. The plane was old, and didn't look very safe. But then again, this was virtual reality. None of this was real. It was just an adventure. He glanced at Blaine. None of this was real, and that probably included the dashing man. He was too perfect to be real. He was more than likely an AI. What had Elliott called them? A guide to help you through the adventure.

With a sigh, Kurt entered the plane and strapped himself in. Soon they were flying over the desert sands. "How do you know which direction to fly?"

Blaine shrugged. "Our latest intel says the tribe we are looking for has been camped an hour due south of here for the past week. As long as they haven't moved on, we should spot them soon."

Kurt turned to look out at the landscape, which really wasn't much to see. Sand in every direction, with an occasional date palm grove or scraggly bush of some kind. A short while later, Blaine tapped his arm and pointed out the front windshield. The pale man looked where he was pointing, and just made out what appeared to be several large tents in the distance.

"I'll keep flying straight a little ways," Blaine said, "then circle around and land as close as I dare. We don't want them to know we're coming."

They landed about twenty minutes later, some distance to the east of the camp, and made their way back on foot. They crouched low in a small oasis of trees and shrubs near the camp as Blaine studied the movement in the camp through binoculars.

"The smaller tent in the center of camp is heavily guarded. I'm guessing your friend is in there. Chances are he was searched and they have the gemstone. We'll need to find that without being discovered."

Kurt frowned. "How do you suggest we do that?"

Blaine shrugged. "It's almost dusk. We'll wait until dark. You'll have to trust me, and do exactly what I say. Can you do that?"

Kurt studied him. He really wanted to trust this man. His stomach did another little somersault as he realized he could easily fall for this guy, and that scared him, because he was almost certain Blaine wasn't real.

"Yeah," was all he managed to say.

The curly haired man gave him an encouraging smile.

As night settled around them, they made their way to the edge of the encampment, hidden behind one of the larger tents, but before they could make another move, there was a flurry of activity from the guards surrounding the smaller tent. Pulling back into the deeper shadows, Kurt and Blaine watched as they dragged Elliott out, and to the other, larger tent in the center of the compound.

"Crap," Blaine said. "That will be where The Pink Dagger is, and the gemstone. It will be harder to get inside without being seen, but if we time it just right, we might be able to do it. Follow me."

Kurt just nodded, fear for his friend uppermost in his mind. They slipped from behind one tent to another, until they reached a spot closer to the tent where Elliott had been taken. Blaine studied the guards' movements for several minutes, until he had their timing figured out, and then he pulled Kurt forward to the back of the main tent, lifting the edge enough for them to slip under.

They ended up behind several large trunks and hanging silks. They cautiously sat up to study the interior of the tent. Kurt's mouth was agape at what he saw. Elliott was kneeling at the feet of an older man who was wearing pink genie pants and a pink vest, and nothing else.

But the really shocking thing was that Elliott was kissing the flamboyant, yet stalkerishly creepy man.

"Ew! Ew! Ew!" Kurt muttered under his breath, wishing for a gallon of bleach to wash the image from his eyes. Beside him, Blaine was looking confused.

"Damn it, Cooper, what did you do?" he muttered, also under his breath. Before Kurt could ask him about that, the two men broke apart.

"Excellent," the man in pink, who was most likely The Pink Dagger they were searching for, Kurt decided, said. "My weapon works! Now all men, gay or straight will fall at my feet and worship me!"

"Damn it Cooper!" Blaine said again.

Again Kurt didn't get the chance to ask anything, because just then Elliott jumped to his feet. "As if! I just needed an excuse to get close enough to grab this!" He held up the ruby pendant.

The Pink Dagger looked at the pendant in shock, hand going to his throat, where the item had been a moment before. "Guards!" he shouted, and Blaine leaped over the trunk they'd been hiding behind, punching the older male solidly in the jaw, effectively knocking him unconscious, but not before a dozen armed guards rushed into the tent.

"Elliott!" Kurt called out, beckoning his friend towards him and out of harm's way. They watched as Blaine swiftly disarmed the first guard, using the scimitar he'd taken to block a blow from another guard. Blaine seemed to know what he was doing, but he was still outnumbered twelve to one.

When Blaine managed to disarm a second attacker, Kurt rushed forward to grab up the curved sword, and protected Blaine from an attack from behind. They fought back to back for several minutes, dodging blows and taking out the guards one at a time. Elliott joined them when a third scimitar clattered to the floor, turning the tide. They disarmed the last of the guards, and managed to tie them up.

Blaine also tied up The Pink Dagger, and pulled a small device from his boot. "This is a transponder. It will signal my people to come pick us up, and take in this lot."

"So, what happens now?" Kurt asked.

"Now I kill my brother, and hide the body," Blaine muttered under his breath.

"Hey Squirt, is that any way to say thank you?"

Kurt turned at the voice. He'd recognize that voice anywhere. "Cooper Anderson! You're that FreeCreditScoreDotCom guy!"

The taller man smiled his famous smile at him, and Kurt couldn't hide the little fangirl squeal.

"Cooper! How many times do I have to tell you to stop messing with the program?" Blaine sounded exasperated.

"Hey, all I did was make your villain much more entertaining, little brother! You had some boring Meerkat who wanted to grope you on the dance floor! I gave you someone your adventurers would hate on sight!"

"You're the FreeCreditScoreDotCom guy!" Kurt said again. And then he frowned. "Wait, Cooper Anderson is your brother?" Kurt looked at Blaine again.

Blaine smiled at him, and gave him a little bow. "Blaine Anderson, at your service. I hope you aren't too disappointed that we've sort of broken out of the adventure here. My brother can't seem to stop changing my programming."

"You're not an AI?" Kurt asked, heart skipping a beat.

"No," the dark haired man said, frowning.

"Oh thank god!" Kurt said, and before he could think about his actions, he threw himself into Blaine's arms and kissed him hard on the lips.

Blaine stumbled backwards several steps, caught off-guard by Kurt's sudden actions, his eyes becoming wide and round with surprise, but he knew he would be an idiot to push Kurt away. It took him a moment, but he responded, kissing the other man back.

Cooper and Elliott looked on, both men a bit shocked. Elliott cleared his voice. "Um, should we exit the program and leave them to it?" he asked the elder Anderson brother.

"What, and miss the show? Hey, Terra, can I get some popcorn?"

Kurt and Blaine broke apart just then, both looking slightly shell shocked. They both blushed a little as they realized they had an audience. "Well, um. Can I assume you enjoyed the adventure then?" Blaine asked.

"Oh," Kurt stammered. "Uh, yes. It was very...intriguing. I had no idea what to expect. This was my first foray into the virtual world."

"You mean, you've never done this before?" Blaine asked. Kurt blushed even more, and Blaine realized what he'd just implied. "I mean the virtual adventure, not the kiss. I mean the kiss was amazing, but I wasn't…"

"You're babbling, Squirt!"

Both Kurt and Blaine blushed again, unconsciously taking a step back from each other. Elliott let out a little huff. "Oh come on, just exchange phone numbers and you two can talk in the real world. I don't know about you all, but I'm getting hungry." He made a face. "And I need to rinse my mouth out with a gallon of mouthwash. That virtual bad guy had nasty breath!"

"I can't believe you kissed that guy," Kurt said, wrinkling his nose and looking a bit sick.

Elliott looked a little green himself. "I figured he was just an AI, how bad could it be? And it worked as a distraction."

"He wasn't," Cooper said.

The three other men turned to look at him, confused. "Wasn't what?" Kurt asked.

"An AI. I changed the program to allow a user to fill the role of the villain."

Kurt and Elliott looked at each other. "EW EW EW EW!" they both said.

"Terra, end program!" Elliott said, wiping at his mouth with his sleeve.

Kurt paced the floor nervously. It had been a week since his adventure in the VR world, and now he was about to meet the real Blaine Anderson for the very first time. They'd talked on the phone every night, but they both had other obligations that had prevented them from meeting in person until now.

"Would you relax?" Rachel said. "It's not like you haven't met the guy before. Although I'm still angry you didn't invite me to join your adventure party with Elliott. It sounds like you really had fun."

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Sorry, if I had known you were interested in saving the male population from falling victim to some insane pervert, I would have brought you along. Besides, I had no idea what we were going to be doing. We just picked an adventure at random."

Rachel tsked at him, but before she could say anything more, the doorbell rang. "He's here!" Kurt squealed, immediately hoping he hadn't been heard through the door.

"Well," Rachel said as he just stood there. "Are you going to let him in? I want to meet this famous Blaine Anderson!"

"No! I'm not introducing you to him! Not tonight! You'll just spend all night hogging his attention! You weren't even supposed to be home tonight! Why aren't you at the theater, anyway?"

Rachel shook her head and stood up. "My co-star has a cold and can't sing, so the director gave me the night off since I can't rehearse without him." She began walking towards the door.

"Wait! What are you doing!" Kurt said, grabbing her arm.

"Letting your date in before he gets the idea you are blowing him off!"

Kurt just shook his head and went to grab his coat from beside the door and slipped out into the hall without opening the door all the way.

"Sorry, my roommate was being a pain in the ass," he began to say before fully looking at Blaine, and stopping in his tracks. Blaine in the VR world had been devastatingly handsome. Blaine in the real world was downright HOT.

The shorter man wore red chinos and a black polo shirt with red loafers and no socks. He also had a red and black striped bow tie around his collar.

Blaine smiled at him. "Oh, there you are! I've been looking for you forever."

Kurt smiled back, and leaned in to kiss him. "Me too."