Chapter Five

Blaine's morning started just like any other morning. His alarm went off, he hit the snooze button, and he fell asleep, only to wake up again nine minutes later when his alarm went off once again. He dragged himself out of bed and into the bathroom, a heap of clothing in his hands.

A few minutes later he emerged, hair just as he liked it, shirt tucked into a freshly pressed pair of pants and his blazer buttoned. He reached to pick up his tie and draped it around his neck. “Jeff, get the fuck out of bed or you're going to be late,” he said, hands working quickly to fix his tie. Behind him, Jeff groaned.

“Just five more minutes,” he croaked.

“That's what you say every day,” Blaine said with an eye roll, picking up his bag and heading towards the door. “Do you want me to leave without you? Or are you going to get your ass out of bed and into the bathroom in the next five seconds so that you might have time to eat some breakfast before classes start?”

“Yes, mother, stop pestering me,” Jeff said, sitting up and throwing his legs over the side of his bed to stumble blindly into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

“You do realize that all your clothes are out here, right?” Blaine yelled through the closed door.

He could make out a muffled “Fuck,” from the other side and had to concentrate not to laugh. Two seconds later the door banged open and Jeff ran over to his dresser, pulled out some clothes and ran back inside. Blaine leaned against the wall, watching with amusement.

When they finally made it to breakfast, nearly everyone had already left for class. The only people still in the cafeteria were Thad, Nick, two freshmen Blaine didn't know and a blonde senior named Dan who passed them in the doorway. Once they had collected their food, they went over to sit with Thad and Nick, who were obviously just finishing and getting ready to leave.

“Well, well, well, look at who the cat dragged in,” Nick drawled, a smirk on his face as Blaine and Jeff sat down with their bowls of cereal.

“Yeah, no thanks to Sleepy over here,” Blaine said, waving his spoon in the general direction of where Jeff was sitting next to him. “I'm sure if I hadn't dragged him out of bed he'd be sleeping until dinner.”

“Hey!” Jeff tried to speak through a mouthful of food. “I was just getting up when you started freaking out about how we were going to be late and all that crap.”

Blaine snorted. “Hah. You were snoring for god's sake. Is that what you call ‘just getting up'?”

“I think it's time for us to leave,” Thad said, sharing a look with Nick as they got up and lifted their trays. “I guess we'll see the two of you at Warblers practice later?” Blaine nodded, checking his watch as he did.

“Shit, Jeff, it's nearly nine,” he said, swallowing down the rest of his food and grabbing his bag off the floor.
“Move, Sterling, we need to go.” Jeff nodded silently as he picked up his own bag and followed Blaine out into the hallway.

Classes seemed to go even slower than usual, and it felt like days later when their French teacher finally let them go. It was four in the afternoon, and Blaine wanted nothing more than to go back to his room and sleep for three days straight. Or better yet, go back to his room and spend a few hours on Tumblr.

But since he had three tests to revise for and a solo for Sectionals he needed to perfect, that wasn't going to happen. That's how Blaine found himself in the library with Jeff, trying to solve twenty math problems in the short hour before practice.

Wes decided that since Sectionals was only a few weeks away they had to stay late. Which also meant that they missed dinner. “I'm sorry about this, guys, but we can't risk losing Sectionals. And don't worry about the food; we're getting pizza delivered in half an hour.”

By the time Blaine stumbled his way back to his room an hour and a half later he was ready to drop dead. But since he couldn't, considering the fact that he still wasn't finished studying, he figured he could at least take a short internet break. After all, he hadn't been online all day, and he was beginning to feel lost.

Opening Tumblr, he was surprised to see that he had two new messages in his inbox. Thinking that it was probably just spam, Blaine clicked it. What he definitely didn't expect was two new messages from Destiel-and-scarves.

“Don't talk about those Wincest fics; they were bad judgment on my part. Thanks for the compliment. You look like you should be on America's Next Top Model. ;)”

“Shit, I'm sorry, that was a weird thing to say. I mean, you are handsome and it is true but... I'm so embarrassed. Ah, sorry. I'm just going to hide under my covers and stay there.”

A blush quickly creeped its way up his neck as he read the messages. Kurt thought he looked good. And he was embarrassed about it.

Blaine honestly had no idea how he was supposed to answer that. What do you say when one of your favorite bloggers tells you he thinks you look like a model? Especially when Blaine couldn't for the life of him understand why Kurt had said it.

It wasn't that he wasn't aware of the way other people looked at him. He had just never been able to see the appeal himself. Especially in the picture he used as an icon and in his sidebar. His curls were free of gel and he had a goofy smile plastered on his face. Not exactly what he would consider hot.

Pressing the answer button, Blaine hesitated, hands hovering over his keyboard.

You don't have to apologize. Trust me, I've heard a lot of weird things, and that didn't even make the top ten. Thank you though

And besides, if one of us were going to be on America's Next Top Model, it wouldn't be me ;)

He pressed the send button before he had time to change his mind, closed the laptop and picked up his books. He was getting ready to spend a few hours thinking more about math and less about Kurt and how he might react to his answer. He had more important things to worry about.