Notes: Before we start, I want to make clear that I am a total Klaine supporter. But this Sebastian guy has just been thrown at us and...well, have you seen him? have you listened to him? REALLY? I know a lot of you hate him already, but I think you're looking at it the wrong way...this guy brings a world of possibilities! Just imagine! And so, with no further ramblings, I'll let you read.

The song is Possibilities, y Freddie Stroma. You should listent to it, really, it's awesome.

Also, I don't have a beta, so excuse the horrible grammar, please, I'll try to fix it for next chapters.

All this possibilities

Are written in the stars

We are who we are baby

And I can't help but think that possibly

There's possibility

The game has three simple rules:

Three questions.

Straight answers.

Full story.

When Quinn told Kurt he could choose anyone to continue the game, Kurt had just one person in mind.

He should have chosen someone else.

-The first time you had butterflies in your stomach. And you have to tell the truth!-

Blaine seems to ponder for a moment, he bites his lower lip, looks at the wall, then back at Kurt.

-November, my second year at Dalton, that means the year before I met you -he begins, finally- I was not the me you know, yet. I was still not tottaly confortable with who I was, and I was still a little withrawn...-

Blaine closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and, when he opens them again, he's not in Kurt's bedroom anymore. He's at Dalton's almost empty common room, reading a book near the fireplace.

Someone sits on the sofa next to him and sighs dramatically. He tries to ignore it, but the person next to him begins talking without even looking at him.

He had forgotten that he could never forget that voice.

-I hate Autumn. It's a season that makes no sense. Just like Spring.-

Blaine raises an eyebrow, curious, but keeps his eyes on the book, pretending to read.

-Why? -he asks, at a loss of anything better to say.

-They just don't -the boy beside him begins- Call me extremist, but if it's going to be cold and cloudy, I'd like it to be cold and cloudy all day, and if it's going to be hot and sunny, the same. This changes in the weather make me nervous.-

-I like summer. And spring and autumn are good too. In winter the days are too short and the nights are too long -he doesn't pretend he's reading anymore.

-That's because you don't know the proper thing to do with your nights. I could show you, if you wanted to.-

Blaine doesn't get it for a moment, but then the guy's hand slides through the velvet cover of the sofa towards him, and squeeses his tight slightly.

His eyes open wide for a moment, taken off guard, but rage arises just as fast.

-Don't mock me -he half warns, half pleads.

He's still unsure and a little scared. He's still easily breakable.

-I wouldn't dare -the guy answers, turning to look at Blaine for the first time- I was just trying to let you know that I like you, without being too forward, but I think I didn't do it too well.-

He ends the sentence with a laugh, shot, deep and husky, and it sends shivers down Blaine's spine.

-You did it awfully -Blaine murmurs, looking away and retreating to the further corner of the sofa.

-I know what you're going through -the guy begins again, getting more confortable, but keeping his distance- I just wanted you to know that while you walk around trying to hide yourself and insist on being misserable, I can't help but stare and think that you are the most handsome guy I've ever seen.-

Blaine is at a loss of words for the second time since they begun talking, and all he manages to do is turn to the guy and give him a distrustfull look.

-There's nothing wrong with you -the guy continues, softly- You are smart, and handsome, and probably fun, if you actually allowed yourself to have some fun sometime.-

-I have fun -Blaine defends himself, again, incapable of forming coherent answers.

-You'd have a lot more fun with me.-

He did it again. I seems that this guy is here just to provoke him. But he's not moking him, and he's not laughing, and he's not trying to offend him. So...what is he trying to do?

-Stop that -Blaine demands, now turning all his body towards him- You can't come here and try to make me believe that you like me...-

-I don't need you to believe anything -the guy cuts him mid-sentece, throwing his head back and smiling- It just seemed that you needed to know that there's someone who thinks that you're amazing.-

-And that someone would be you -Blaine snaps, getting tired.

The guy leans in slightly and whispers.

-Yes.-

Just like that. It's simple, it's short, and it's tue.

There guy is a little too close for confort, and his bright sea-green eyes are fixed on him, and Blaine wonders if this is really happening to him.

-Imagine the possibilities -and he smiles at him. A croocked smile, more like a smirk, but it's enough.

Blaine has butterflies in his stomach for the first time.

Kurt is...surprised.

This is not what he expected when he first asked the question. He thought it would be the same with Blaine as it was with him. Blaine was Kurt's first everything...well, not everything...yet.

-What...what was his name?-

Blaine seems unconfortable.

-Look, Kurt, can we just leave it? I was nothing and it meant nothing, and...-

-I just want a name -Kurt cuts in, trying to sound unnafected- I know it's not a big deal, I just...want to know.-

There's a silence for a moment, and to Kurt it's almost unbearable.

-His name was Sebastian.-

That's the first time Kurt hears his name. But not the last.

Just imagine the possibilities...