Dear Journal,

I met someone.

We had to put together a group number in Glee Club and the boys were being their obnoxious selves again, so I decided to take Puck’s advice and go spy on the Warblers. As much as I wished they would have just taken me seriously, I can’t say I regret how things worked out today. 

I never used to think I had a type, but the boy I met while I was walking around Dalton Academy, hoping against hope that nobody would kick me out, seems to tick every box I never knew existed. 

He is handsome in a Hollywood Golden Age style, and managed to express a sense of individualism while wearing a boring standard private school uniform. He is also very kind, as was proven by him taking me out for coffee instead of kicking me out when I got made as a spy. 

And that song he sang… I don’t think I’ll ever listen to Katy Perry the same way again. I can’t be sure without asking (which I will never do), but at times I could swear he was singing it to me. His voice was so smooth and rich and I can definitely see how he would be the lead singer with all his charisma. 

Even his name is perfect. Blaine Anderson. Blaine and Kurt. Kurt and Blaine. That sounds pretty great, doesn’t it?

Dad said to get used to going at it alone until I found someone as brave as myself. I don’t think I’m particularly brave, but what if I don’t have to do it alone? What if I can have the typical teenage experience all my classmates are having?

I’m a bit scared to get my hopes up. Blaine may be gay, but that doesn’t mean he automatically likes me.

I think I could really fall in love with him. Oh please, Blaine. Please like me back…  

~ Kurt