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DarlingYoullBeO-Klaine
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Numbers: Start of Something Good


E - Words: 373 - Last Updated: Mar 31, 2015
Story: Closed - Chapters: 1/? - Created: Mar 31, 2015 - Updated: Mar 31, 2015
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Author's Notes:

Blaine is too cute! Im proud of myself for writing that, tbh..

"Looking good, Porcelain! One hundred forty, but, uh, you could probably lose another... lets say, five, seven pounds. Dont want those pear hips ripping the uniform, right?" Sue Sylvester said as Kurt got off of the scale.

"No, Coach. Ill work on it," Kurt said as he adjusted his sweatbands and put his shoes back on. He tried not to focus on the sense of worthlessness and failure that was welling up inside him. Hes been exercising his ass off and restricting all week. Hes probably going to have to fast all week to show up Sue Sylvester and lose ten pounds. He can do this.

"See you at practice tomorrow, Ladyface." Kurt agreed waved goodbye, rolling his eyes as he walked out of Sues office.

"Sorry," someone rushes out as they back away from Kurt. 

"Youre good," Kurt says distractedy and looks up frm his phone. "Hey, arent you that kid that just won the Nationals for track or whatever?"

"Yeah, you seem surprised. Then again, I wouldnt have expected any of the popular kids to know me."

"Oh, Im not popular. An openly gay, male cheerleader? Come on. Thats basically food for the bullies," Kurt said, following this kid down the hall.

"Yeah, I guess that would appear just a little feminine," the boy said. "I mean, to all these narrow-minded pricks in this school. I saw your 4 Minutes performance, by the way, youre basically sex on a stick."

"Excuse me?"

"No, sorry. My ex-boyfriend used to say that all the time. I-Ive never used it until now. Its true, though." The kid bowed his head after seeing the judgmental (not really) smirk Kurt was giving him. "I, uh, I messed this up. I should probably go."

"No, youre fine. Youre kind of adorable when you get all flustered like that," Kurt stepped in front of the kid and held his hand out. "Kurt."

"Huh, what," the boy looked at Kurt dazedly. "Oh, Blaine," he said and shook Kurts hand.

"Okay, Blaine. Give me your number."

"You want- want my number?"

"No, what I meant was: Give me your moms number. Yes dummy, I want your number." Kurt held out his phone to Blaine. "Thanks," he said when the phone was back in his hand and walked away before Blaine could saying anything else.


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