Kurt looked at that piece of paper for what felt like minutes.

It's just a note, nothing bad, you can read it and then throw it away if you want, you don't even have to answer. But who sent it?

Finally Kurt managed to make out words and his brain slowly put them together to form a coherent sentence:

Hey Kurt, I umm....saw you passing notes with Mercedes and I kinda feel like an idiot for freakin' you out last time. I just didn't know you don't like talking. Soooo this is me saying sorry...? -Blaine

Kurt wondered briefly if Mercedes had told him, but to be honest, it wasn't that hard to figure out that Kurt didn't talk. But why does he even bother.

Blaine.

Kurt barely remembered the name, he always called him bowtie guy in his mind. He considered his options. Kurt knew the guy did nothing wrong, so he should accept the apology. But if he answered, would the guy stop bothering him?

And why the heck did he even care to apologize? People did not contact him a second time. Hell, they didn't even try it in the first place. Except Mercedes. And look what he got out of it. A friend. Maybe writing Blaine would be a new big step. But was he ready for that? Did he want another person in his life?

The fuck Kurt, you don't even know if he is interested in a friendship, maybe he just has good manners.

10 minutes later Kurt still wasn't sure what to do when Mercedes gave him another note, this time it was her handwriting.

Give him a chance Kurt. The poor guy is getting jittery. Do you hear the tap-tap-tap? That's his pencil. Blaine's nice, trust me. He even asked me if he should apologize or if that would be disconcertingfor you.

Kurt glanced to Mercedes, who was, of course, smiling at him and nodding encouragingly. He smiled back and looked up further, seeing Blaine tapping his pencil on the desk.

Kurt shrugged and began to write, deciding that being honest would be the best.

Apology accepted, even if there is nothing to apologize for, really. You didn't know, and people normaly just don't talk to me. -Kurt

He wrote Blaine's name on the note and gave it to Mercedes for her to pass it on.

Kurt quickly scribbeled on the other piece of paper:

Thanks Mercedes, my mind was going places again.

I know Kurt ;)

It didn't take long for Blaine's note to return. Kurt, who was a lot calmer now, opened it. This time it didn't freak him out that much.

Thank you, Kurt, I was really worried. So...notes. Do you mind if I write notes? -Blaine #stillsorry

Blaine I told you, nothing to be sorry about. No, notes are ok.

Kurt looked up when Blaine unfolded his note and was surprised to see a smile on the other boys face. Blaine glanced over to him and Kurt hurried to avert his eyes again.

Next time Kurt got two notes, one with a 1 and the other with a 2 on it. He opened the number 1 first.

Okay...um..Let's start fresh. (Open note number 2 now.)

Hey, My name's Blaine. I'm new here (is three weeks still new?) (I hope you opened note 1 first, otherwise this didn't work out as planned)

Was he being serious right now? But Kurt had to try really hard not let a giggle escape. Blaine really seemed to be interested in being his friend.

Kurt tried to tell himself that this was good, another step, while answering:

Nice to meet you Blaine. Are you always such a dork? Likewise. You say that as if it's a bad thing.

Kurt didn't answer right away this time. He started to chew his bottom lip, not sure what to answer at all. Blaine's note didn't end with a question. The tapping pencil sound returned, which didn't make Kurt feel any better. He felt like someone was standing behind him, waiting for him to fail, to make a false move, to screw up. He wanted the sound to stop, he knew how he could do it, but it all felt too much all of a sudden.

The sound stopped.

Kurt let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

Mercedes hand came into his vision, shoving yet again another piece of paper.

Expecting Mercedes to ask him if he was okay he opened it.

Umm....it is a bad thing then, I guess...? I promise I can be very dapper, too. I even iron my socks. Well, okay, no I don't. But I could if you'd want me too. Oh my god, shit, I ....just....okay...here's the thing: I'm bad at this. But I won't throw away this note. I wouldn't be any different if I'd talk and I couldn't change what's out of my mouth either. So umm....coffee or tea? I'm sorry but I really don't know how to make friends...

Well, this wasn't Mercedes. Kurtraised one eyebrow. Bowtie guy, Blaine, wanted to be friends.

Okay, let that sink in. Someone wants to be your friend. Someone who knows nothing about you. Someone who gave you a panic attack the second he stepped into your life. Someone who seemed to be a dork, whatever dapperness Bo-Blaine claimed to have hidden inside. Someone who apparently knows as much about making first steps as you. Someone who has beautiful hazel eyes. Eyes that are starring into my ey-SHIT

Kurt didn't even know that he had leaned back in his chair, looking at Blaine from behind Mercedes back. He didn't move right away, too shocked that he was caught starring. Blaine winked.

Blaine winked!

Kurt managed to grap the edge of his table or he would have fallen backwards. Totally embarrassed, he looked down. He felt the heat creep over his back, neck, ears - his whole face was on fire.

Of course Mercedes wittnessed the whole scene and was directing a questioning look at Kurt.

Kurt still tried to process the whole thing himself.

He winked. Why? Is he...is he flirting? Is he even gay? Maybe Mercedes knows...

The still embarrassed boy teared out a piece of paper and started to write. He noticed Mercedes glancing over, but he didn't care, it was for her anyway.

Do you know if he is...I mean...is he...?

"Yes."

He didn't even finished writing before the girl interupted him with a strong and sure "yes", nodding her head to enforce her answer.

He began to scribble again

Do you think he was fl-

Another yes, with a reassuring smile this time

Are you s-

"Oooh hell yes."

Well, then. Fuck.