Blaine let the door close behind him and he looked straight at Kurt with a smile on his face like he knew Kurt would be here.

"Oh sorry, I was just leaving." Kurt said quickly, looking down to hide what he was sure were his pupils dilating.

"Why?" Kurt looked up to make sure that voice came from Blaine. His voice was smooth like velvet but it almost had a growl to it.

"Sorry? Why what?" Kurt asked confused and a little panicked. Was Blaine actually another homophobic asshole looking to corner him? Kurt felt his heart racing as he began to think of ways he could dart pass Blaine. 

"Why are you leaving? I just got here." Said Blaine. Kurt noticed his fiery, hazel eyes looking at him lustfully through his thick, dark lashes. Kurt opened his mouth but couldn't form any words. Blaine slowly walked towards Kurt and he backed up against the wall.

"I know you liked me watching you, you shook that tight little ass of your harder every time you looked over at me." Blaine was now maybe 20cm away from Kurt and those fiery eyes kept flicking between Kurt's eyes and lips. Kurt took a deep, shaky breath and smelt a mix of fresh cigarette smoke and musky sandal wood. It smelt good. 

"It was a performance. I was performing." Kurt said breathlessly, trying to convince Blaine but clearly failing as Blaine was right. Blaine raised his triangle shapes eyebrows and made an 'o' shape with his eyes as if Kurt actually convincing him. 

"Well for what it's worth, I'd love a private performance some time." He almost whispered before moving towards Kurt even more, his lips almost touching Kurt's. Kurt held his breathe and fluttered his eyes closed. And just like that Blaine turned and walked out of the bathroom. Kurt's heart was pounding in his chest and he opened his eyes again. He took a deep breathe and checked the mirror to make sure he wasn't blushing which he was.

"Dammit. Pull yourself together, Kurt" He said to himself and turned on his heel to go back out to class. 

Mercedes was at her locker putting her bag away so she only had to carry a few books for her next lesson. 

"Hey boo, you all good? You're glistening!" Mercedes and Kurt hated to say they were sweating so they decided to say glistening instead. It sounded more glamourous. 

"Yeah, I guess I just wore myself out in the number! We totally hit it though, didn't we?" Kurt said, trying to get Mercedes off the subject. 

"Oh hell to the yes. We brought the damn house down!" They both smiled and headed towards their classes. Kurt had French first and Mercedes had US History so they hugged and parted ways. 

"See you at lunch Kurt!" She waved as she turned the corner and Kurt kept walking. 

Kurt didn't mind french, he was at a conversational level and mostly just used it to practice insulting the neanderthals that would still occasionally pick on him as they could barely say hello in English, never mind a second language. He walked in and took a seat. He reached over to get his book and a pen out of his bag and when he sat back up, he caught an aroma of cigarettes and sandalwood. His heart started to race again as he recognised the scent. In the corner of his eye he could see Blane putting his black Vans backpack on the floor and throwing a notepad on the desk. He sat down carefully in his seat, right next to Kurt and leaned over, his lips brushing Kurt's ear, making him shiver.

"Got a pen?" He whispered. Kurt felt paralysed until Blaine slid away, a look of accomplishment of his face. Kurt leant back down to dig another pen out of his bag and as he turned to give it to Blaine, he noticed Blaine was staring down at his ass. Kurt raised his eyebrows and gave a tiny smile as he put the pen in front of Blaine. 

"Told you." Blaine said, now turning to look at the board in front. 

"Told me what?" Kurt replied nonchalantly. 

"You like it me watching you." Blaine smirked and wrote the date on his paper. Kurt tried his best not to show his giddiness at the attention Blaine was showing him. He was obviously very attractive but Kurt had never actually had a boyfriend before and he certainly didn't count David Karofsky as his first kiss so technically he was a full on virgin. He'd known of Blaine for about 2 hours and didn't want to mistake attraction for anything else. With that being said, Kurt decided to do everything he could to just focus on the class and at lunch, he could collect his thoughts. 

Blaine on the other hand, had a completely different idea. Blaine had never struggled getting hook ups. And didn't plan on breaking his record any time soon. He took the pen that Kurt gave him and began twirling it in his fingers, enough to distract Kurt. When he was sure Kurt was giving him the side eye, he lifted the pen up to his mouth and placed the top of the pen on the tip of his tongue before swirling his tongue around it a little. Kurt turned his head a little to see what Blaine was doing and felt his breath hitch as he did. Blaine was now sucking the tip of the pen slowly. When Blaine was sure Kurt was watching he turned to face him and pulled the pen out of his mouth with a small 'pop' sound. Kurt pried his eyes away from Blaine's mouth and took a deep breath, trying to reset his hormonal brain. He heard Blaine chuckle but decided to ignore him and get through the lesson. 

"Tournez-vous vers vos partenaires et dites-luer ce que vous avez felt pendant l'été." Ms Monet, the french teacher said. Kurt turned to Blaine and he looked a little confused. 

"Yes?" He smiled cheekily.

"She told us to turn to our partners and talk about what we did in summer." Kurt explained patronisingly. Blaine's pupils dilated and he tilted his head. My god he was gorgeous. He put his elbow on the table and rested his chin on his palm, raising his eyebrow to gesture Kurt to start.

"Okay, so. J'ai travaillé dans le magasin de mon père. J'allais faire du shopping avec Mercedes et je m'entraînais beaucoup comme pom-pom girl. Et toi?" Kurt finished and Blaine simply stared at him hungrily.

"I don't know what you just said but that was hot." Kurt felt the heat rise in his cheeks and he looked down, pretending to look at his notes.

"You're turn." He said quietly. 

Blaine looked around the room, keeping his head resting on his palm.

"How do you say...'I want you' in french?" He asked with a slight growl in his voice. Kurt narrowed his eyes at Blaine's lack of imagination when it came to pick up lines. He raised an eyebrow and simply replied;

"Je te veux. And as far as flirting goes, that lacked subtlety."  

"Kurt, I don't know if you've been paying attention but subtlety isn't really my thing." Blaine said. 

"You know my name?" Kurt was a little taken aback as he hadn't actually told Blaine his name.  Blaine just looked down at Kurt's book and nodded his head. Kurt looked and saw his name written in neat handwriting at the top. 

"Oh." Kurt decided to ignore Blaine's previous comment about subtlety and just tried to engage Blaine in conjugating verbs as he was clearly behind on his french. He ignored Blaine's further attempts to flirt and thankfully, the bell for the end of the lesson rang. Blaine turned to Kurt and asked if he could keep the pen as he hadn't brought one. 

"You didn't bring a pen to school?" Kurt asked with a hint of judgement in his voice. Blaine shrugged.

"Lucky for me, you did." He replied and winked at Kurt. Kurt shook his head and started to walk out of the classroom before feeling himself be pulled back by his bag strap. He stumbled backwards but his trip was halted by a body.

"Just so you know, I'm gonna win this little game we have going on." Blaine was standing right behind Kurt, his front pressed against Kurt's back. Kurt looked around but everyone had exited the room by now. 

"Je te veux, Kurt." His lips brushed against Kurt's neck and Kurt let out an audible exhale and felt himself shiver. Blaine's lips lingered a little too long on Kurt's neck before he released his bag strap and walked off, leaving Kurt to regain control of the heat pooling in his lower abdomen. Kurt cleared his throat, readjusted his bag and then left the class to head towards third period, Home Ec. Thankfully, Blaine was not in this class so he was able to get through it without any distractions. Once he had finished with Home Ec, he headed towards the cafeteria to find Mercedes and Tina. He saw that they were already sat at a table with some of the other kids from Glee; Finn, Rachel and Artie.

"Hey Kurt, how's it going?" Finn called over. Since their parents started dating, Finn had become a lot more vocal with Kurt and last year, when the harassment was bad, Kurt felt safer knowing he had a kind of brother looking out of him.

"Pretty good, same stuff, new year I guess." Kurt replied. He saw Mercedes give him a surprised look. He went and sat down next to her. 

"What? Did I forget to wear pants today?" He asked with extra sark. She rolled her eyes.

"I saw the new kid go into your french class. Did you say anything to him?" She asked excitedly. Kurt decided not to tell her everything as he wasn't really sure what was going on other than a little flirting.

"Not really, he asked for a pen and then the lesson started." He said as he took out a box of celery and hummus. He offered one some to Mercedes but she turned her nose up and went back to eating her tots. 

Other than that brief questioning, lunch was uneventful and gave Kurt time to catch up with everyone in Glee. They were all very excited this year as if they got to nationals, they would be going to New York! Kurt knew that he wanted to move to New York once he graduated, it was fashion capital of America and of course, Broadway. 

"I, for one, think that Mr Schuester should allow me to arrange the vocals for our setlist this year. I need to be challenged more or my talent will become stagnant." Rachel chimed in. Kurt knew it was also her dream to go to New York. She was a Broadway baby if ever there were one. 

"Oh and let me guess, you'd be the soloist in all the songs?" Mercedes snapped back. Mercedes was just as talented, if not more than Rachel but never seemed to get a whole solo to herself.

"Look, I'm just trying to increase our chances of getting to New York. I'm offering my services to the team!" Mercedes rolled her eyes at Rachel and everyone else snickered. 

The bell for fourth period rang and Kurt, Tina and Artie headed to biology. Kurt wasn't keen on the teacher which made it that much less enjoyable. Mr Tanner was a a thin man in his late 40s. His glasses were held up up his hawk nose. He was exceptionally dull and lacked imaginative ways to keep a room full of teenagers interested in science.

"Sit down everyone, let's get started." He gazed around the room to make everyone was here. His eyes landed on an empty stool at the back and he looked down at his register. 

"Has anyone seen a Mr Blaine Anderson?" Kurt looked up and around the room. Maybe Blaine would just be late? He walked into homeroom a good 10 minutes late so it wouldn't be far out of the realm of possibility. As the lesson commenced, Blaine still didn't show up and Kurt got to wondering where he was. Did he get lost on the way? The science labs were on the first floor so perhaps he just couldn't find it. 

Kurt finally closed his textbook at the end of the lesson and walked down the ramp to the ground floor with Artie and Tina before saying goodbye as he heading towards the locker room to get ready for his final class, PE. Being a cheerleader and being on the football team as the kicker for a very brief time last year, you would think Kurt would be fine with PE but it was so far out of his comfort zone. He was surrounded by testosterone fuelled teenage boys who still assumed Kurt would want to check them out in the locker room which, for the record, couldn't be further from the truth. Kurt may not have ever had a boyfriend but he was NOT desperate enough to go for those half-wits. 

He pushed open the door for the locker room and went to put his bag down by Finn, Puck and Mike who were all in glee club and at least would help him out if anything happened. He got changed into his red McKinley Athletics sweats and grey tank top with the same logo printed on the front. He headed out to he field where Coach Beiste was waiting for them. Kurt really respected Coach Beiste. He was transgender and possibly the scariest teacher at school other than Coach Sylvester, so none of the kids dared to be homophobic to Kurt in front of him. 

Kurt saw that they were doing body conditioning today which, thankfully, Kurt was very good at. Coach Sylvester had them doing body conditioning at least once a week to keep all the cheerios in shape. He got started with stretching and as he pushed deep into his lunge, he saw someone standing under the bleachers. He recognised the untidy curls and although he was facing away, Kurt could tell it was Blaine. Kurt squinted to see what he was doing and noticed that Blaine was smoking a cigarette. Blaine started to shift on his feet, noticing the noise now coming from the field and Kurt quickly looked away and carried on stretching, maybe doing just a little more to show his flexibility. Coach Beiste had set up stations of different conditioning for them to do so the class worked their way around the stations, Kurt being sure that he was in full view of Blaine. He wasn't even sure why he was doing it, maybe it was just exciting that someone was showing an interest?

They finished up 45 minutes later and everyone cleared off the field and headed to the locker room, getting ready to go home for the day. Kurt followed a little behind, he helped Coach Beiste pack away some of the gear and headed in the direction of the locker room, passing the bleachers where Blaine was. He peaked under them to see where Blaine was but couldn't see him. He felt a little disappointed that Blaine didn't stick around but brushed it off and turned around to keep walking.

"Looking for someone?" Kurt jumped out of his skin as he saw who spoke. Blaine was right in front of him, his eyes darker than ever. Kurt just stared at him, flustered, with wide eyes. Blaine took this opportunity to grab with hand and pull him under the bleachers, against a thick rectangular beam holding the bleachers up. Blaine let go of Kurt's hand and pushed his hands onto Kurt's hips, holding him firmly against the beam. 

"Putting on another performance for me? I mean damn Kurt, with how flexible you are, I could bend you over so many ways." Blaine looked so lustfully at Kurt and Kurt could feel himself melting at Blaines touch. He was firm but also gentle, making his hands feel like they were touching every nerve ending on Kurt's body. Kurt couldn't even speak, he had to actually remind himself to keep breathing. 

"Remind how to say that thing again." Blaine purred as he inched closer to Kurt's face. Kurt took a shaky breath and whispered;

"J-Je te veux."