Surprisingly, Blaine’s Monday was going pretty great. Tina and he had played around in History, (i.e passed notes and made paper footballs) they got to do a really cool experiment in Science, where they mixed several ingredients that reacted and made an almost foam-like toothpaste substance that shot outwards from the glass. Hence, the name Elephant Toothpaste.

Math had sort of been a hassle but he had been able to power though it, which surprised himself. The lunchroom for once had served something at least edible, and in Literature he was going to do a creative writing assignment.

After lunch he had passed by the gymnasium. Blaine herd music coming from that general vicinity and suddenly heard Kurt’s angelic voice. He hesitated, moving forward to look through a crack in the door. Kurt, along with a few other Cheerios was apparently practicing for their Sectionals that were coming up.

He couldn’t help but let out a sigh, eyes glued to Kurt’s figure as he did several flips and basket tosses and a bunch of other hard-looking routines that he didn’t know the name of. But God, did he want to. He gulped, his throat suddenly going dry as he caught sight of Kurt’s round ass as he turned around and promptly backed away from the door, continuing on his way before things got a little too intense.

He walked down the hallway, humming a tuneless song as he headed to his locker. Once there he popped it open and switched got out his book for literature, glancing at the small family photo that was tucked away in the corner of his locker door. It was back when he was fourteen, before he had come out. Before things changed. Before his dad and mom had gotten promotions, that meant more business trips further away. Before, when his father had actually paid attention to him.

He was trying, don’t get him wrong. It wasn’t easy for him, his son being gay. But at least he hadn’t tried to throw Blaine out, which was a good sign. (Cooper and mum wouldn’t have let him, anyway.)

He snapped out of his trance, a smile tugging at his lips at the photo next to it of him and Tina at Dim Sum one day. It had been taken his first time there, by their friendly waitress. (Who had, admittedly thought they were a couple at first, by how he threw his arm around her waist for the picture and tugged her closer, them being cheek-to-cheek with goofy grins on their faces. They had both laughed so hard Blaine almost choked on air.) He closed his locker with a slight laugh, shaking his head.

“Hey, homo!”

He really shouldn’t have turned around, but he did. And in return he got a face full of slushie. He gasped as the freezing cold liquid dripped into his shirt. (His used to be new shirt) Letting out a shiver he squeezed his eyes shut, the corn syrup making his eyes sting like no other and water.

By closing his eyes he didn’t see the jock that had thrown it advance on him again, and had no defense as he was pushed backwards into the lockers. He let out an involuntary whimper of pain as he head connected painfully with one of the locker’s combination locks, curling into himself on habit. Another pair of hands was suddenly there, and he instantly flinched away.

“Don’t worry Blaine, it’s just me.” It took Blaine a minute to realize it was Kurt talking.

“K-Kurt? I-“

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” Kurt assured him, helping him up and leading him to the nearest (most likely girls) bathroom. There was some rustling not far from him as he blinked a few times, only succeeding in making it worse. Kurt gently put a hand on his shoulder.

“I- you’re going to have to take off your shirt…” Kurt said quietly.

“Oh. I- uh-“

“Don’t worry, I won’t look! I, um. Do you have any extra clothes in your locker?” Kurt asked, glad that Blaine couldn’t see his light blush. Blaine nodded and gave him the combination. He let out a breath and slowly peeled off his shirt, throwing it into the trash with a frown. Almost like lightning Kurt was suddenly back, sporting a grey McKinley hoodie and a tank top.

“Thanks.” Kurt nodded and picked up the wash rag, stepping in front of Blaine once more.

“May I?”

“I- you don’t have to do thi-“ Before Blaine could finish Kurt was already dabbing his face with a wet rag.

He’s so close, I could just kiss him right now and he’d never expect it.

Mmm, he smells like Hazelnut.

“I love that smell.” He paled, and Kurt giggled a bit.

“Thanks. My mom used to smell like hazelnut all the time, too.”

“I bet she was a wonderful woman.” Blaine stated quietly, smiling a bit.

“Hmm, she was.” Kurt replied, at last dabbing at Blaine’s eyes gently.

“This might better with running water; I’ll need to wash your hair anyway.”

“Honestly Kurt, you don’t have to do this.” But he allowed himself to be dragged over to the sink, nearly sighing contently out loud as Kurt bent him into the water’s spray and began running his fingers through his curls.

“Consider it pay back for when you helped me.” Kurt insisted.

Once Kurt had been successfully cleaned up he opened his eyes, his breath nearly catching. A freshman, by the looks of it. He was shorter than Kurt, and had curly hair that was held down with a light amount of gel and the dorkiest grin on his face and smoldering hazel eyes.

Blaine blinked a few times, finally getting a good look at the boy, without all the syrup. And he was beautiful, and had the most wonderful blue eyes….

Kurt blinked when the boy held out his hand quickly.

 “My name’s Blaine.” After a second of staring at him Kurt took his hand.

“Kurt.”

“You do remember.” Blaine stated, grinning secretly into the sink.

“I never said I didn’t” Kurt countered.

After a few moments of silence Blaine groaned.

“I forgot to bring hair gel today.” He stated, shaking his head slightly.

“You should wear it like it is; it looks better that way, in my opinion.” Kurt voiced, turning off the facet and grabbing the towel he had brought.

“I’m gonna look like Medusa.” Blaine mumbled woefully, a frown tugging at his lips. Kurt laughed, shaking his head.

“You’ll look fine. Better, than fine even.”

With that Kurt stepped closer once more, gently placing the towel on Blaine’s hair and rubbing gently. Blaine did sigh contently this time, his eyes falling close. Kurt observed him, suddenly thinking about how he could literally move forward a few inches and kiss Blaine. Blaine, a handsome gay guy, that was shirtless, no less. The thought made him think of Friday night, and the almost-kiss.

“Hey, Blaine. About Friday night…” Blaine found himself blushing despite himself.

“Yeah. Cooper means well, but he can be a little over-bearing sometimes.” Blaine teased, grinning. Kurt laughed.

“Yeah, it’s pretty much like that with Finn.” Kurt revealed, letting out a grin of his own. He took a deep breath.

“So there is this Titan’s football game coming up…” He started, waiting for Blaine’s input.

“Yeah, the whole school has been buzzing with it, practically.”

“Yeah. I was just wondering if you were going.”

“I was thinking about it.” Blaine lied. He honestly hadn’t thought about it. He loved football, but the team needed work, and he wasn’t there to see the Cheerio girls. He had planned on just staying in, renting a romance movie while pigging out on Nutella. “Why?”

“Well, I’m a Cheerio, obviously. And it was nothing, I was just wondering.” Kurt hadn’t even noticed Blaine had grabbed his hands and was helping him with drying his hair.

“I think I will. I mean, my brother probably wants to see how the team was doing too, anyway.” Lies. All lies. Cooper, like Blaine, had dubbed the Titans as ‘one of the worst school football teams ever’. Kurt mentally cheered.

“Great! And. Well, I get really hungry, usually after a game. Do you think you wo-would want to grab a bite to eat with me, afterwards?” Both their hands stilled. Kurt looked anywhere but Blaine, while Blaine stared at Kurt in mere disbelief.

Did he just ask him on a date?

He realized he hadn’t said anything and was openly gawking at him and he blushed.

“I would love to.” Kurt looked up.

“Really?” Blaine nodded.

“Yeah. Oh, and thank you, for ya’know, cleaning me up.” Blaine left the towel on his head at this point, slipping his arms around Kurt’s waist and pulling him into a hug. Leaving him nearly speechless, Blaine slipped on the tank top and hoodie, waving goodbye and leaving the bathroom.

Once outside, he made sure he was alone before spazzing a bit with joy and squealing quietly. Unbeknownst to him, in the bathroom, Kurt was doing the exact same thing.