Kurt Hummel had never really seen the fascination with Chemistry, all those experiments which could ruin your clothes and hair, not to mention the hideous safety glasses – cursing whoever invented them.

Today was one of those days, he had managed to convince the teacher to give him a sick note so he could avoid attending the dreaded chemistry class, as today he knew for a fact, thanks to Rachel's warning that they would be doing some sort of pointless experiment, one that he had no interest in whatsoever. This routine had become a regular occurrence so he had mastered the art of acquiring a note. Anyway, today, as Kurt was to find out it was going to be quite magical, to say the least.

Casually walking down the corridor Kurt got out his phone and started to update his '100 things to do before I die' list. He had made this list ages ago, some of the things he had written were absurd, but he didn't care, everyone's allowed to dream, aren't they? Scrolling up the list he realized that many of them had a common topic: the person he loved. Of course, Kurt being Kurt had some pretty outrageous things he wanted to do, many of them involving the person in question. You would expect these to hardly being risqué because obviously a touch of the fingertips is as sexy as it gets. Or so you would think….

Just as he was about to start typing in his latest wish, the sound of footsteps began to echo the corridors, becoming louder. Kurt abruptly put his phone back in his pocket and walked around the corner, out of sight from any roaming teachers. To his surprise and relief the footsteps came not from a teacher but a boy, possibly slightly younger or around the same age as him but considerably shorter, frantically pacing around, looking fraught and panicked. Kurt could see the worry in his eyes, which were in fact a striking hazel colour with slight hint of emerald flashing through them.

'Are you okay?' Kurt called over to the boy; being the understanding person he was Kurt knew exactly how the boy would be feeling – being new and consequently an outsider.

The boy spun around looking confused and froze on the spot, mid turn, knees bent. Kurt began to walk closer to him, it was only now he realized how short he was, but also how impeccably dressed and cute he was too. First impressions aside, Kurt politely introduced himself, holding out his hand. The boy accepts and lightly shook his hand. A shiver travels down Kurt's spine, stopping at that one dreaded area... south of the equator. Why did he choose to wear his tightest jeans today?

Managing to compose himself Kurt glanced at the younger boy who was still gently holding his hand; he began to turn a deeper shade of red and swiftly released his grip.

'M-My n-name's Blaine Anderson, pleased to meet you.' the boy said apprehensively.

'Kurt Hummel, the pleasure is all mine.' Kurt responded, breathing slightly heavier than normal in order maintain steady composure. Both the boys slowly made their way over to the lockers, leaning against them.

'Are you new here?' Kurt asked. Blaine just nodded, avoiding any eye contact with him. There was something innocent about the boy which Kurt liked.

They stood silently for what seemed like five minutes, both discretely eyeing each other up and down – still avoiding eye contact. Kurt felt eyes on him, he peered at Blaine, who happened to be gazing at his face, their eye contact was only brief, but already Kurt was beginning to feel more hot and bothered. He cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

'Are you looking for something or somebody?' Kurt questioned. There was no response, he looked at Blaine's expression, he had a slightly glazed over look on his face, one Kurt knew all too well.

Blaine shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other all he wanted to do was run – if he could, but considering the situation he was in that would be impossible – and relieve the pressure currently building up in his increasingly tight red trousers. He silently prayed Kurt was oblivious to what was going on. Unbeknownst to him, Kurt was extremely aware of what was happening and deliberating in his mind what to do next. Blaine sensed something was up when Kurt suddenly moved his satchel across his body directly in front of him. He began to look a little shifty and uncomfortable.

Just as Blaine was about to ask Kurt on the possibility of joining New Directions, loud, intimidating footsteps ricocheted off the walls, startling both of them. Kurt's face became paler than it already was, the glow off his cheeks diminished. It was the look of true fear, before Blaine could react Kurt had grabbed him by the elbow and literally dragged him around the corner and into what he could only describe as being a Store cupboard – under the stairwell.

Once in the cupboard Kurt hastily closed the door shut, making as little sound as possible. The footsteps walked straight past the cupboard, both boys holding their breath at the chance of being caught. Staying like it until the footsteps had resided. It was not until now when it became apparent of how truly small this cupboard was. Considering they had only just met both of the boys seemed to be getting rather close, literally. The cupboard was so small that it would have been a struggle to move past each other without bumping into one another. This close proximity didn't seem to bother Kurt or Blaine for that matter; in fact it seemed to have sparked a conversation between them.

'So, what were you doing in the hallways?' Blaine asked Kurt, who at the time was looking up at the ceiling, desperately trying not to move from his current position, otherwise Blaine would end up with an unexpected surprise against his thigh - making the whole awkward situation even worse.

'I was... avoiding chemistry class; practical work really isn't my thing.' Kurt replied, still hoping Blaine hadn't caught onto why his behaviour had changed so suddenly. But Blaine's mind was racing, barely able to control himself.

'So what brings you to McKinley, Blaine? I mean it's not the best school around here.' Kurt wanted to know the reason behind for this boy's transfer.

Blaine shuddered after hearing Kurt say his name. 'I'm new in town and well I... I wanted to join the New Directions and I've heard that they were L...Looking for a new member, I would love to audition.' Blaine responded, feeling more confident now that he had explained himself. It was only now he realized that he and Kurt had been in this cupboard for several minutes, and to be honest there was no need, but he was sort of enjoying himself in some sense.

'As a member of the New Directions I would love to let you audition, although I have to say, there is tough competition between the other guys, plus based on first impressions I'm not sure whether you would fit in with that group, but you would have… me? Oh, I can introduce you to some of the girls, they will love you.' Kurt replied, hoping he had sold his beloved New Directions well enough and not offended Blaine in any way.

During Kurt's speech on the show choir Blaine found himself becoming more and more uncomfortable, not only was it the ache in his trousers, but also he now had a numb leg from standing, compressed against Kurt's satchel. He managed to change his position so that he was more comfortable, in more ways than one.

'I think I may take you up on that offer, Kurt.' Blaine said, staring Kurt directly in the eyes, the corners of his lips turning into a small yet shy smile.

This moment was ruined as suddenly a voice came booming down the hallway, yelling after another student. Both boys jumped, Kurt's bag shifted away from his body, leaving him exposed at the worst time possible. It was too late now to hide what was going on in his jeans. Blaine seemed to notice Kurt's face gradually turn a darker shade of red, then he looked down to see where his bag had been… Blaine subconsciously let out a small moan. He quickly covered his mouth after realizing what he'd done. 

Oh god why did I do that? Blaine thought.

Kurt was desperately trying not to grab this boy and force his tongue down his throat, but considering it was his first day that would be slightly inappropriate… they didn't even know each other! But there was something about him which Kurt liked, but he couldn't put his finger on it- although he was sucker for bowties! All he knew was that he had never felt such a spark with someone before as much as he did with Blaine right now.

Blaine tried to move his arms carefully so that they were by his side, however in the process they lightly touched Kurt's hips, and he felt a spark go through him once again. Kurt's hips jolted forwards, leaving Blaine's hands lightly resting on his hips. Blaine wasn't sure how much longer he could cope being so close to Kurt, he was as hard as could be, Kurt must have felt something by now. Before he could get a word out he felt Kurt's hips press harder into him, automatically he responded by moving his hands off of Kurt's hips and pulled himself closer by wrapping his fingers around the belt hooks in Kurt's unbelievably tight jeans. How on earth does he walk? They're practically sprayed on! Blaine thought, a range of undapper thoughts going through his mind.

What should I do now? Kurt mused. Considering the predicament he was in, he had two possible options.

1) Reach for the handle and escape…

2) Kiss Blaine …

Or…

Before Kurt could even comprehend what he was about to do, he crashed his lips onto an extremely confused Blaine – to his surprise Blaine responded and kissed back.

Huh? So he is gay *notes down for future references*

The moment came to an abrupt end.

'I'm so sorry.' Kurt mumbled, prising Blaine's fingers from his belt hooks, reaching for the door handle and briskly darting out of the cupboard, leaving Blaine alone, in the cupboard under the stairs… still buzzing from what just happened, wanting more. He had to find Kurt again – only time would tell.