AN: I want to start of by thanking ber1719 for her feedback and support. She's amazing, if you haven't already you should check out her stories :) Okay, this is my first story here on fanfiction, so I would appreciate feedback. Constructive criticism is appreciated :) Please tell me what you think about this story, and if you think I should continue. I know it's not a totally original idea but I have a spin on it. What I would like to do is have everyone take this journey with Kurt, I will not be posting who the secret admirer is until the story is finished, and the person will be revealed to Kurt and the readers at the same time. If you don't like that idea drop me a line and I may rethink it. I would love to hear who you think it is or want it to be. Also be aware that the admirer is not necessarily a man. Keep that in mind while reading. Thank you!

AN 2: The poem in this chapter is by Nicholas Gordon.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee

Walking into the choir room, Kurt stopped just as he was about to sit down, someone had left a note on his chair addressed to him. Curious, he opened the note, eyes growing wider the further he read.

Love me the way I've long loved you,
As long as memory.
The child next door conceived a love
Only you will see.
Rare and wonderful this love:
Reason not the why.
It waits unquestioning for you,
Even though I die.

That was it, no signature, nothing to indicate who left it. Who would send him a love note? He'd long since broken up with Blaine, it was amicable thankfully, but there was nothing between them anymore, so it wasn't Blaine. Besides….how would he have gotten it into McKinley's choir room? Finn? Finn is like my brother now, he wouldn't send this. Puck? Sam? Mike? Artie?

Sighing in frustration Kurt sat down and slipped the note into his satchel.

Mercedes and Rachel came in chatting about something or other; Kurt was too distracted to pick up the topic. Although he vaguely saw Rachel go sit by Finn, and Mercedes take her spot by him, he only came back to reality when Mercedes snapped her fingers in his face.

"What?" He snapped. Mercedes face fell and Kurt felt a pang of guilt.

"You looked upset, I was just trying to ask you if you were okay, but you didn't respond to me. I'm sorry." She replied.

"No I'm sorry 'Cedes. I just had a lot on my mind." Kurt smiled softly.

"What's wrong boo?"

"I…I got a love letter. And it's anonymous." The fashionista huffed.

"What? And you took this long to tell me? Oh hell to the no. Hand it over." Kurt obligingly pulled the letter out and handed it to her, watching her face as she read.

"Damn. Whoever this is, they sound like they really love you." She smirked.

"This is not a joke Mercedes!" He complained.

"Sorry, you're right." She apologized.

Mr. Schue walked in then and started talking about this weeks assignment, Kurt only heard the word "duets" before he tuned out, mind going automatically to who the note could be from. While he mentally crossed off every guy he knew the class ended. Kurt looked up, startled as everyone started moving.

"Bad luck Kurt, I hope it's not too bad." Finn said as he walked by, hand in hand with Rachel.

"What?" Kurt called after him, utterly bewildered. "What?" He asked again, this time to Mercedes.

"Boy you got stuck with Schue." Mercedes laughed.

"What? Why?" Kurt sputtered

"Cause there are an odd amount of us now, someone had to or sing alone." Mercedes said still sniggering.

Kurt liked Mr. Schue, but singing a duet with him? I mean, that's going to be all kinds of awkward. Kurt was going to have to find something outside his usual repertoire; he was NOT singing a love song with his teacher.

"Great." The countertenor mumbled as he grabbed his bag and headed to the door. He was stopped by Mr. Schue calling his name.

"Yes Mr. Schue?" He asked politely, turning around.

"I just wanted to say I'm very excited about singing a duet with you. I think it's going to be great. I have a few ideas I'd like to run by you, how about you stop by my office tomorrow after school?" He smiled brilliantly, so big it looked almost painful. Kurt held in his grimace.

"Sure, I'll be here." He turned to go, but Mr. Schue stopped him again. "Yes?" He asked, slightly exasperated. Mr. Schue put his hand on Kurt's shoulder and gave it a squeeze.

"I know it hasn't been easy for you this last year, but I wanted you to know I'm impressed with how you've handled everything, especially since coming back. And please come to me if you need anything, I'm not going to fail you again. I'm keeping an eye out for you Kurt." He said sincerely. And although Kurt appreciated the gesture, he wondered if the fierceness behind those words fell completely on his obligations as a teacher.

"Thank you Mr. Schue. I'll see you tomorrow." He forced out.

While he walked to his car he couldn't help but wonder if the note was from Mr. Schue. Shaking that thought off he continued on to his car.

"Hey Fancy!" Damn it, what was with people today? He just wanted to be left alone, was that so hard?

"What do you want Neanderthal?" He spoke brusquely.

"Sorry dude, I just wanted to let you know you dropped this." He said, holding up some sheet music. Blushing slightly, Kurt took the music.

"Thank you." He mumbled.

"No problem. See ya later, I guess." And with that Karofsky walked away, not once looking back.

Kurt climbed in his car and headed home, rushing quickly to the privacy of his bedroom. And no matter what anyone said, he did not read the note until he had it memorized and even after, and he certainly did not stay up all night contemplating who it was from. He didn't. Definitely not. Of course, the bags under his eyes the next morning told a different story.