Chapter 4

The next day at school Blaine paid closer attention to Kurt. Despite the fact that he felt like a creeper it was going pretty good for him. His drawing of the eyes had soon transformed themselves into a complete portrait of the boy. But every time he thought he was getting close to being done something wouldn't look right and he had to spend hours trying to perfect it. One day it was his nose, then his mouth, and then another day it was his eyebrows. Blaine just couldn't get this drawing right.

Although he had spent the majority of his time watching and/or thinking about Kurt, he hadn't actually been acknowledged by the boy since earlier in that week. And he couldn't lie, it was like torture. He wanted nothing more to be able to talk to Kurt. This was one of the rare moments that seemed to make his condition completely unbearable.

He had gotten caught staring at the boy a few times during the week but Kurt hadn't said anything about it. He only glared a little and turned away, going back to whatever he was doing. A lot of this staring happened in gym, which Blaine realized he had with Kurt the day that Kurt first spoke to him. He tried not to be too creepy in the locker room but his locker was so close to Kurt's. He wasn't watching him get dressed or anything like that, the boy did that in a bathroom stall away from everyone, anyway. He would simply glance with his peripheral vision at the boy when he was tying his shoes or fixing his hair.

Once the weekend came Blaine was highly disappointed. He would have to go two complete days without seeing Kurt at all. He knew this type of dependence on someone who thought you were a complete loser and had only spoken a couple of words to you was ridiculous but it wasn't like he could help the way he was feeling.

He got home on Friday and most of his night was normal. His drawing of Sophie continued to consume most of his night until she had to go to bed. That's when he took out the Kurt drawing and got to work. He spent hours that night trying to perfect the drawing and eventually he gave up and flipped to a new page, starting completely from scratch.

By the end of the weekend he had started the drawing over twelve times and he couldn't wait to get back to school the next day. He was hoping that getting a fresh look at Kurt could help improve his portrait.

That morning he went to his first class and barely paid attention. He was beyond determined to get this drawing right and it was just about all that consumed his thoughts. It was rare that he ran into something he couldn't successfully put onto paper and when he did it damn near drove him insane. Luckily for him, Sophie let him draw he every night and with practice he had finally gotten to a point where he could finish drawings of her. They weren't perfect to him, he was sure he could do better. But she liked them and he had learned to live with almost perfect drawings of his sister.

Finally the bell rang for him to go to French. He rushed out of the classroom and when he took his seat he took out his textbook to make it look like he was being somewhat productive. He pulled out his homework for the weekend and brought it up to the teacher before he forgot about it and sat back down, trying his best to tear his gaze away from the door.

As soon as Kurt walked in Blaine couldn't help but smile because he felt an odd sense of relief. The other boy caught his eyes staring but he didn't smile back, he just looked at Blaine suspiciously and took a seat near the front, away from Blaine. He knew it was wishful thinking, but something inside him had hoped that Kurt would have sat next to him again. But every day he hoped for it, it never happened.

During the class Blaine didn't work on his portrait for the first time in days and just allowed himself to relax, watching Kurt from across the room. Every once in a while Kurt would turn around and Blaine had to look down quickly and pretend that he hadn't just been staring at the boy very blatantly.

The rest of the day, including lunch he happily watched Kurt from afar, studying every movement the boy made. His favorite was an occasional sweep of his bangs out of his face that was very graceful and Blaine thought it was probably the most adorable thing he had ever seen in his life.

At the end of the day he had gym, which he anticipated all day. He got to the locker room and got changed, like normal. No one spoke or acknowledged his existence, which he still didn't mind. By the time Kurt walked in he was already in his gym clothes and ready to head out of the locker room. He watched as Kurt brushed past him to get to his locker and couldn't help the small shudder that went through him.

Coach Beiste told all the guys to hurry up and head out to the track when they were done changing so Blaine figured it would be best not to go against her rules. During gym he always did the same thing, he would run the track. He would also watch as Kurt walked the track with a few girls he was clearly friends with. But today Kurt seemed to be watching Blaine, too. Blaine really didn't want to seem too much like a stalker so he tried his best to look at the ground in front of him when he ran.

When the class period was almost over Beiste told them to go get changed back into their regular clothes. Blaine usually didn't shower after gym because he would go straight home after, but today he really felt gross for some reason and he didn't want to get in his car like this.

By the time he was done with his shower everyone was gone except him as he got out, towel wrapped around his waist. When he rounded the corner he saw that he was wrong. He wasn't alone because Kurt was still at his locker and hadn't seemed to notice Blaine's presence yet. Blaine didn't know why but he felt more nervous than he thought he had ever been in his entire life because this was the first time he was truly alone with this boy before. He decided he should just go about his business and go change back into his clothes so he could drive home. Maybe Kurt wouldn't say anything, but something inside Blaine really hoped that wasn't the case.

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Kurt had noticed it all last week. Blaine seemed to be looking at him every second of the day they spent together. At first he was offended but as time went on his anger had turned into curiosity. At first he had assumed that Blaine was a homophobe because he was always staring like Kurt was a freak in a circus tent but as the week went on he noticed that Blaine didn't look upset or uncomfortable looking at him. He looked thoughtful and calm. Sometimes he even looked slightly happy. What Kurt couldn't figure out was if this boy was so interested in him why didn't he just go up and say hi or something?

He eventually decided it was probably because the boy was just shy. And if Kurt was being honest, the idea of Blaine feeling shy about talking to him seemed really adorable.

Monday when he arrived to French he noticed Blaine smile wider than he had before at him as he entered the room. He really had no idea what this kid was so happy about and it was really confusing the hell out of him. Blaine continued to look at him happily throughout the class and then again at lunch. Kurt should mind the abnormal attention but he found it slightly flattering that anyone would take that much interest in him from afar.

When his last class of the day came he knew he would be seeing Blaine again and he really felt like taking a good look at the boy for once. If Blaine was going to stare practically shamelessly then Kurt had every right to do the same.

He ended up being slightly late because he had to drop off an essay and when he got into the locker room he pushed past Blaine gently to get to his locker. He didn't know what it was but that small touch felt... interesting. He really didn't know how else to explain it so he just left it at interesting.

All through the class he watched Blaine run. The boy seemed to feel his gaze and kept his own staring to a minimum. Kurt had no clue why or how this boy ran the entire time without stopping. It was impressive to say the least.

He always ended up being the last on in the locker room because he took the longest to get changed and put together again. Today however, someone was in the shower. Not that he really minded, he was sure whoever it was would ignore him if Kurt did the same. He already saw all the guys who tormented him daily leave so he knew he wasn't in any danger.

He was preoccupied with fixing this particular stubborn hair that seemed to be immune to hairspray. He heard someone walking but didn't realize who it was until that person passed him and walked to a locker close by his own.

Holy. Sweet. Hell. He had seen this guy for over a week now but somehow he had completely missed the fact that he was sex on a stick. His hair was curlier than usual, the gel being completely washed out. His curls were resting on his forehead, dripping water down his face and then onto his chest and good god. Everything about this guy was sculpted perfection. His jaw line, his arms, his chest... Kurt's gaze went lower and he noticed a slight V shape at the bottom of Blaine's chest and he swore he was about to start drooling.

He made his way back up to Blaine's face and realized that he was staring, wide eyed and mouth completely open at this boy in only a towel. And worse than that, Blaine had seen all of it happening. He was looking gently at Kurt but still didn't say anything.

Kurt coughed a little and shook his head, uttering a very quiet apology before turning back to his locker and grabbing all his things out. When he looked back over at Blaine the boy was smiling slightly and... was he blushing? Maybe Santana was right about him being gay. He figured it was worth a shot.

He shut his locker and walked back over to Blaine who had since put on his pants but was still very shirtless and very delicious looking. He smiled at the boy who smiled back, waiting for Kurt to say something.

"Hi." He said quietly.

Blaine looked like he was going to say something but stopped himself and ended up letting out a huff of air and holding up a finger, signaling Kurt to hold on a second.

He waited patiently as Blaine pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from his bag. He looked at his curiously. What was he doing? The boy scribbled something down and handed the paper to Kurt.

He took the paper, eyeing the boy suspiciously. 'Sorry, I got a cold recently and I lost my voice. It kind of hurts to speak and the doctor said I needed to rest my throat.'

His eyebrows rose in realization. "So you're not ignoring me?"

Blaine smiled a little and shook his head.

Kurt nodded, handing him back the paper and pen. "Well I just... I've seen you around school and I'm assuming you're new."

Blaine nodded in conformation.

"So I was wondering if maybe you wanted... a friend? I know McKinley isn't the most welcoming of school and it can be really hard to make friends here." He said, slightly nervous for some reason.

Blaine only smiled in response so Kurt continued.

"Can I give you my number? You can text me whenever you want someone to talk to or if you have any questions about Lima..." he suggested.

Blaine nodded eagerly which made Kurt smile. He grabbed the paper and pen back and wrote down his number, handing it back to Blaine. "There. Feel free to use it whenever your heart desires."

Blaine bit his lip in the most adorable way to try and contain his smile as he looked down at the number. The two smiled at each other once more before Kurt said, "I'll see you around. I don't want to be too late for glee club."

Blaine nodded and went back to getting changed back into his clothes.

On his way to glee Kurt couldn't stop smiling and jumped a little when he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He picked it up to read the message.

From Blaine: It is too soon to text you now?

Kurt laughed a little and replied.

Definitely not.