I am awakened early on Monday morning by the sound of singing floating through the room.
I roll over to face my clock and see that it's 6am, half an hour before I planned to get up. 
Groaning, my hand emerges from under my duvet as I search for the button on my alarm to turn it off - then I realise the sound isn't coming my alarm clock.
I sit up, confused and wipe the sleep from my eyes in an attempt to wake myself up. When that doesn't work, I search for the glass of water at the side of my bed and pour it over my head.
As soon as I've done it, I realise what a stupid idea it was and curse quietly. Well… at least I feel more awake now.
I stand up, stretch, then go on the hunt for the music I can still hear. I head over to my desk and no, I haven't left my iPod playing to itself as I often do. Actually, it has a flat battery and so can't be playing anything. 
I move to the middle of the room and stand, listening carefully. 

After five minutes of pondering, I guess I'm not as awake as I thought, I realise that it's coming from the bathroom. It also sounds like someone singing – not a CD or actual song, but someone singing live. My eyes catch the empty bed at the other side of the room and I realize that isn't just anyone singing. It's Blaine. And god does he have an amazing voice.
This is something else I can add to the 'Blaine Anderson is wonderful yet frustrating' list. I head over to the bathroom door so I can get a better listen, not in a creepy way of course, just to try and recognize the song. It's an upbeat melody mixed with the sound of running water and Blaine's voice floating from under the door.
"I'm thinking your the boy I need, I'm just saying its fine by me if you never leave"

I recognize the song but it's the words that stand out to me - is he singing this about me, about us, on purpose? He can't be! Can he? Images from last night are playing in my head mixed with the song lyrics. Maybe he is singing this about you, Kurt! It's possible! No, it's not possible, he doesn't like me. Last night, with Tina and Rachel, that was just teasing.
I come out of my messed up thoughts and hear the water cut off and the singing stop. Then I hear soft padding noises coming towards the door.

I mentally curse myself, for the second time this morning, and start running towards my side of the room. But, of course, on my way over, I trip on the rug and face plant onto the floor.
I hear the door open from behind me and before I have a chance to stand, Blaine's laughter fills the room.
"You aren't the most graceful of people are you, Kurt?" It's a rhetorical question.
I pick myself up and dust myself off, "Haha, very funny!"
I look up to see Blaine standing there with nothing but a towel wrapped firmly around his waist. I feel my jaw drop slightly at the sight of him. "Like something you see?" he practically purrs, with a wink. It's the third time I'm mentally cursing myself this morning, but this time it's for staring. I really hope he hasn't gained the ability to read minds or I'll be in a lot of trouble.

I ignore his comment with a blush and grab my things from where I left them. As soon as I close the bathroom door, I hear chuckling. I fling the door open to shout a witty comment but all I think of is, "…Shut up Blaine!"
"Great comeback, Kurt!"
I shut the door in his smug face and bang my head against it due to my stupidity and not being able to think of something better than 'shut up'. I'm the king of comebacks! Why Blaine being half naked affect my ability to think of one? Oh yeah, the 'him being half naked' part. I slide down the door and let out sigh of annoyance and frustration before I move to get ready.

Blaine is reading, fully dressed, on the sofa as I leave the bathroom a while later. I put my pyjamas and wash bag away and I'm at my desk when Blaine speaks up suddenly. 
"Ready to go?"
I jump what feels like fifty feet in the air and turn to see Blaine laughing.
"Will. You. Stop. Doing. That." I say, punctuating each word with a hit to his arm.
"ow, ow, ow okay I'll stop, I'll stop!" he replies, stepping away from me and holding his hands up in surrender. I let out an annoyed sigh. 
"What are you doing standing that close to me anyway? Ever heard of something called personal space?"
He moves closer, making sure there's next to no space between us and says in a low voice - much like the one from last night, 
"Do you not like me this close to you, Kurt?" he says, breath washing over my face. I can smell mint from his toothpaste and coffee, presumably from the freshly-empty coffee cup next to the sofa. I let out a silent whimper. I wasn't prepared for this; apparently last night wasn't a 'one-off'
"I... Uhm… N-no... J-just wasn't, uhm, expecting it."
He stares deeply into my eyes, then my lips (repeating the actions from last night) and I close my eyes. I sense him getting closer, feeling the heat of his body transfer to mine. Then, in the space of 10 seconds, he's gone. 
My eyes snap open to see him picking up his bag.
"Come on then Kurt, you don't want to be late for your first day, now do you?"

My mouth drops open. He isn't serious, is he? One minute, he's so close to me I can feel the heat off his body, flirting and the next he's a metre away and jumping around on the spot like an excitable puppy. I'm starting to question if this boy has a blender with all his emotions in but someone forgot to put the top on it, making his emotions just fly out randomly. 
I pick up my bag and follow Blaine out the door. We walk to class, making mindless chatter, pretending before didn't happen. We're halfway there when we meet with Tina and Rachel and the small talk starts again. I know I need to get Rachel alone. I regret telling her that I like Blaine in the first place, but since she knows, she may aswell know about his strange behaviour. 

We enter the classroom, full with the people we met before, and it's really nothing like a classroom. More like a huge gym with apparatus scattered around it, such as weights, hurdles, climbing walls and various machines that I've never seen before in my life. 
Towards the back of the room, there's a sectioned off area, containing a big screen and desks - I'm guessing that's where the unpractical lessons take place. 
I take my chance to talk to Rachel as Tina and Blaine are distracted so I pull her away and hiss, "I hate you now, do you know that?!" I look over my shoulder to make sure Blaine doesn't overhear.
"What?! What have I done to make you hate me Kurt?" she says innocently but wearing a smirk - to show she knows exactly what I'm talking about.
"Let's see, the fact that since last night when you opened your big mouth, Blaine has been acting very strange." Rachel looks rather shocked by this and replies, 
"What do you mean, strange?"

I'm about to answer as Mr Schue walks in and silences us all. 
"Hello my lovely and talented class! Welcome to your first day! Now whilst most of your lessons will be practical which I, myself, observe, you will also have a coach who is..."
"I think I can introduce myself, Schuester."
Our heads turn to see a tall woman with short blonde hair, wearing a purple tracksuit standing at the door. She makes her way towards Mr Schue by pushing through and shoving us out the way.
"Alright, you load of worthless freaks. I'm Coach Sue Sylvester. Mess with me and I will be kicking your talented little asses out of here"
Rachel and I share a look of shock at a teacher addressing students like she does.
I lean over and whisper in her ear, "I think I like this woman. But look at her eyes, I can tell we're not in for an easy ride."
She nods, agreeing with me and whispers back, "I know what you mean! Oh and by the way Kurt, you aren't getting off that easily! You're going to tell me exactly what happened with you and Blaine.”

A loud voice directed at us makes both us jump. 
"HEY! BADLY DRESSED HOBBIT, SHUT UP OR I'LL SEND YOU BACK TO THE SHIRE WHERE YOU CAME FROM!"
I have to stifle a laugh and I see Blaine and Tina do the same as Rachel turns a deep shade of red. These lessons are definitely going to be interesting.