“So a little birdie told me you were at Kurt Hummel’s house Saturday night~” Tina’s voice randomly sounded in a sing song voice, nearly making Blaine smack his head on the inside of his locker. He made a scoffing noise and faked an amused smile.

“Oh yeah? Who told you that?” He tried to lean against the lockers but almost fell on his ass instead. Tina continued to smile at him knowingly.

“Blaine, honey. I’m not blind.” Blaine let out a breathy laugh and successfully un-stuck his book from where it had somehow been crammed in sideways and started walking, muttering something about going to class. The clack of her boots behind him informed him that she was following him, but honestly he knew she would. She slipped her arm around his and laughed.

“Alright then, need any last minute help on that homework of yours?”

“No, uh. I got it done.” A slight blush lit up his cheeks at the memory of Kurt smiling at him when he had answered a question right on the first try. Tina stopped suddenly, and Blaine would have been clotheslined if not for Tina’s firm lock on his arm.

“Blaine.” She let out a sigh and stared at him. “I know you have trouble admitting you need help, I get it. And I’m glad Kurt is helping you. You shouldn’t be ashamed about it.” He looked down at his shoes; she had hit the nail on the head. He had tried all he could to learn correctly, He sat at the front of the class, took notes, and listened to her/him to the best of his ability. One of his weaknesses was raising his hand.

Usually the teacher would ask if they had any questions, and usually they didn’t. Because they were smart and knew how to do the problems. Blaine often didn’t. He didn’t dare raise his hand and ask for help, because he didn’t want any more attention being brought to himself. He didn’t need them calling him stupid more than they already did, thank you very much. So he would just stare down at his paper, completely lost, clenching and unclenching his fists nervously until the bell would ring.

Another weakness of his was getting sick. And he got sick, a lot. And yes okay, maybe he had faked it once or twice; who hadn’t? But he didn’t want all the homework to try and make up. It affected him the most around May (of course when you presence was crucial) because of the weather changes. His throat got red and sore, vocalization was nearly impossible, he got dizzy quickly; forget eating anything that wasn’t bland. Sometimes he’d even worry himself so much it literally made him sick.

“I, didn’t want to ruin his reputation or anything.” That much was also true. He was (hopefully) at least making a new friend; he didn’t want to scare him off or anything. Tina snorted, laughing softly.

“He’s in Glee Club! I’m pretty sure he doesn’t care. I mean Santana, Brittany and Quinn joined too remember?” Blaine looked down bashfully once again, shrugging a bit.

“Also, when Puck had started talking about you being over at Kurt’s Kurt had shrugged and said he was helping out a friend.” With that she gave his shoulder a nudge and headed to class, promising to sit with him at lunch later.

It took every ounce of Blaine being to keep from squealing and jumping around in the middle of the hallway.

With a slight bounce in his step (Tina’s words still floating around in his head) he happily made his way through the lunch room, opting for his usual, empty table in the back. It wasn’t totally because he didn’t have any friends, (it played a big part though) it was tucked out of the way from the eyes of the bullies, and much quieter than the usual mindless chatter. Some of the time, when Tina didn’t sit with the Glee kids, she would plop down on the other side of the table. They didn’t even really need to talk; her company in itself was well appreciated.

Blaine almost jumped out of his skin when none other than Kurt Hummel sat down in front of him, smiling a bit.

“Hey.”

“H-hi.” Without an explanation Kurt simply went to his task of opening his salad container, Blaine staring at him in confusion. Salad was probably the best choice, though, considering the food at McKinley wasn’t five stars. With the budget cuts Figgins could be putting all kinds of substitute stuff in there. He suddenly looked down at his sloppy Joe with a grimace.

“How did you do on that math paper from last night?” Kurt asked curiously, dousing his salad with ranch dressing. Blaine felt his heart flutter and he smiled a bit proudly to himself.

“A eighty-five.” He stated in a matter-of-fact tone, smiling. Kurt broke into a grin.

“Great job! I knew you could do it.” He placed his hand back up on the table and then Kurt had placed his hand on Blaine’s for a spilt second. An honestly, Blaine was flushing like a schoolboy, and he could still feel the heat where he had touched him.

“I- uh. Thank you. So much, for all you’re doing. I would’ve probably flunked without you.” He muttered truthfully, looking away. In doing so he missed Kurt blush a tiny bit at the praise, a fond smile on his lips.

“Don’t mention it.” There was a brief moment of silence, Kurt pushing around his salad and Blaine munching on a celery stick before Kurt remembered something.

“Oh, and speaking of it. How does Friday sound? I’m going to be busy Saturday, and, well.”

“But I thought you said Fridays were off limits?”

“Well the thing is I usually eat dinner with my dad, it’s this tradition we’ve had every Friday. But this Friday he’s going on a date night with Carole- you know Carole right?” Blaine nodded. “So I thought we could have studied but suddenly Finn wants the house to himself with Rachel and I honestly don’t want to hear what they do.”

“But…I thought they broke up.” Blaine mentioned slowly. Kurt sighed and shook his head.

“I can’t keep up with those two, honestly. But anyway. So I was wondering if we could do it at your house?” Kurt asked. Blaine froze. Kurt…in Blaine’s house…with Cooper. That equals a big no no.

“Of course! It’s fine.” He randomly blurted out. He mentally tackled his subconscious to the ground, waiting for it to swallow him up. Now Kurt would realize how desperate he is and change his mind. But it never happened. Kurt just went back to eating, glancing up from his plate to Blaine every once and a while and smiling.

Kurt had the most beautiful smile Blaine had ever seen, he realized. He silently hoped and prayed that one day he would be able to wake up to that angelic face and gorgeous smile every day for the rest of his life.