Kurt awoke the next morning, after a restless night’s sleep to the sun streaming through his window. He rolled over, checked the time on what he thought was his phone – 5:20am. Kurt noticed there was a new message

1 new message – Sebastian

Blaine
I had a great time last night. Maybe we can do it again sometime.
Call me
Sebastian
Xx

Kurt stared, in shock at the phone for a few minutes, unsure of what to make of what he’d just read.

Sebastian, as in the Sebastian?
What happened last night?

Kurt shook his head trying to get rid of the thoughts; he didn’t want to know what happened. Hurt, he threw the offending phone and its contents across to the other side of the room, not caring if it had broken in the process. Kurt then decided to start getting ready; there was no way he was going to be able to get back to sleep. He couldn’t be bothered to perfectly style his hair; he really wasn’t in the mood to impress Blaine. Just as he was about to leave, Kurt picked the phone up from the floor and stuffed it into his coat pocket.

Blaine was surprisingly cheery as he skipped, yes skipped, into the classroom. Another day with Kurt, be positive. He thought to himself. He placed his engraved, leather briefcase on his desk and sat down, waiting for the class to arrive. Looking around the room, Blaine realized that Kurt had not yet turned up.

Kurt trudged into the classroom just as the bell sounded.

‘Sorry I’m late. Traffic.’ He mumbled, walking straight past Blaine, avoiding eye contact.

‘No worries.’ Blaine replied in an upbeat manner, obviously unaware of Kurt’s sullen mood.

The pair didn’t speak to each other all morning. Lessons flew past, Kurt had avoided even looking at Blaine, but break time came around all too quickly, he knew he would have to talk to Blaine now.

‘Here’s your phone.’ Blaine looked up from where he was sitting to find Kurt looming over him, he tossed him his phone.

‘You have a message.’ Kurt said in a bitter tone.

‘Ooh who from?’ Blaine replied, picking up his phone and going through his inbox.

By the time he looked up again, Kurt was gone. Blaine had found the message and after reading it he realized why Kurt had been acting distant. Tears began to form in his eyes.

‘Oh Kurt…’ he whispered.

Kurt had in fact run into the small drama studio that the school had, luckily it was empty. He found a corner that was out of sight from anyone who may walk past then slumped down against the wall, hugging his knees tight to his chest, curling up in a ball on the floor, quietly crying to himself.

How could I have been so stupid?

Why did I ever like him and his stupid curly hair and bowties? In fact I hate all of that. I hate him.

Kurt straightened himself out, wiped his eyes and sat up, then started to sing to himself.

Blaine on the other hand was desperately trying to find Kurt, frantically looking in all the empty classrooms hoping to find him. He even checked the parking lot to see if his car was in the space, thankfully it was which was a relief. Just as he was about to give up his search he heard a soft voice coming from the drama room.

“But I'm good without ya,
Yeah I’m good without you”

The voice was simply beautiful, Blaine had an idea as to who this voice belonged to. He quietly tiptoed up to the door, which had been left open. Kurt was out of sight, but it was definitely him singing. He’s a countertenor, his voice is amazing. Blaine stood in silence, just listening to Kurt sing.

“How many times can I break till I shatter?”

Blaine listened intently to the lyrics of the song; he couldn’t take it any longer so quietly stepped further into the room. Seeing Kurt kneeling on the floor, looking so hurt was killing him inside, all he wanted to do was run up to Kurt, hug him and take the pain away.

Kurt wasn’t aware that Blaine was in the room. As he sang the last notes of the song with all his heart he turned around to see Blaine standing on the opposite side of the room, eyes filled with unshed tears.

‘Kurt, you have an amazing voice, I’ve never met a countertenor before, your special, don’t forget that.’ Blaine walked over to where Kurt was sitting and kneeled down in front of him.

‘Thanks, I guess. What do you want Mr Anderson?’ Kurt said before retreating further into the corner.

‘I was worried about you, I do care you know. Why did you run?’ Blaine didn’t move from his spot, he could tell Kurt was feeling insecure.

‘Don’t worry. Just call Sebastian’ Kurt spat and stood up, swaying slightly from the sudden rush. Blaine grabbed hold of his arm to steady him.

‘Is this what all this is about, Sebastian? Oh Kurt. Come with me back to the class.’ Blaine started to walk out the room, hoping Kurt would follow him.

After several moments he paused and turned around to see Kurt traipsing close behind him, it brought smile to his face that Kurt had followed him.

‘Kurt, sit down at my desk. I’m assuming you read the text, hence the whole situation.’ He looked at Kurt who was just giving him a blank expression, a look of sadness in his eyes. He slowly nodded, confirming Blaine’s suspicions.

‘I’m not angry at you for reading my texts, it’s just complicated.’ Blaine sighed, running a hand through his curls.

‘Everything’s complicated.’ Kurt muttered.

‘I know Kurt, trust me, I know and I’m sorry that you had to read that.’ Blaine sat down opposite Kurt.

‘S-so…Sebastian?’ Kurt asked, embarrassed.

‘He was my boyfriend, my first. I’m twenty three and I had been with him since I was seventeen. I loved him, well to begin with I did. Then things became complicated, I could tell that he was…cheating.’ Blaine paused to wipe his eyes, but Kurt placed his hand on his arm stopping him.

‘Mr- Blaine, you really don’t have to tell me all this. I can tell your still hurting.’ Kurt smiled softly.

‘No Kurt, I want to, please.’ Blaine pleaded. Kurt nodded, gesturing for him to continue, not letting go of his grip on Blaine’s arm.

‘Ok, I lived with him for three years, but during the last year I suspected something, then one day I walked in on him and this guy, on the sofa. I left. He said he was sorry but I could tell he didn’t really mean it. I went to live with my friend, Wes. He’s helped me a lot. I’ve found my own apartment to live in and that’s about it. Sebastian still tries to call me. But I don’t want him anymore, not after what he put me through.’ Blaine let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He looked down to see Kurt still gripping his arm.

‘I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize. Would you rather be alone for a bit?’ Kurt said sincerely.

‘I-I haven’t finished. Yesterday he was waiting for me outside my apartment when I got home. He said he just wanted to talk. I feel so stupid now for believing him. So he started telling me how much he missed me, we got into an argument, I started yelling at him. But then, he...’ Blaine’s voice broke.

‘What did he do Blaine?’ Kurt asked, worried.

‘He forced himself on me, I struggled to free myself, as you’ve probably noticed I’m not the tallest guy and he’s a lot stronger than me. I managed to push him off me. He stormed out and said he’d call me. The only thing that kept me positive last night was you Kurt. I want to be someone you look up to. Now you probably just think I’m a dirty reject.’ Blaine admitted, freeing his arm to wipe his eyes on his shirt sleeve.

‘Hey, I would never think that of you. You’re amazing Blaine, I care about you, the kids, they love you.’ Kurt sniffed and wiped away a stray tear.

‘How come you’re so mature Kurt?’ Blaine laughed.

‘I guess I had to grow up quickly. But that’s for another time. Now, you have a class of students out there, they all need you, so wipe your eyes. I’ll go let them in.’ Kurt rose from the desk and opened the door to let the children in.

Blaine was standing at the front of the class, smiling at all of the students.

‘Hey, class, I think Mr Anderson needs a hug.’ Kurt said. The class practically ran up to Blaine nearly knocking him off his feet.

‘Thank you everyone, I feel much better. Now you know what time it is. Get out your maths books! I know how much you love it.’ The class moaned in disagreement.

Blaine went over to where Kurt was standing and hugged him tightly. Not caring that the class was in the room.

Thank You. He mouthed to Kurt, still holding him close to his body.

They let go of each other, Blaine began to teach the class and Kurt went back to helping the children. Although every now and then he would catch Blaine looking at him, both blushing every time the other was caught. Soon enough the lunch bell rang and the class made their way to the hall.

‘Hey, Kurt.’ Blaine said from where he was standing, awkwardly shuffling his feet and playing with the hem of his sweater. Kurt span around from where was standing in the doorway.

'Yes, Mr Anderson?’ Kurt replied. He looks so adorable and innocent.

‘Kurt, will you, erm, join me for lunch? I mean you don’t have to but, I would like you to. I’m rambling again, sorry.’ Blaine blushed.

‘Your ramblings are cute and yes, I would love to join you for lunch.’ Kurt closed the door and sat down on the carpet, placing his lunch out in front of him.

‘What are you doing?’ Blaine laughed.

‘I’m eating lunch, picnic style. Care to join me?’ Kurt began to eat the salad he had packed and patted the space next to him.
Blaine came and sat opposite him and started to unpack his lunch. Kurt started to laugh uncontrollably.

‘What is so funny, Mr Hummel?’ Blaine joked.

‘It’s just… your sandwiches... they’re star shaped! How old are you? I used to eat them when I was five. Let me guess, they’ve got peanut butter and jelly in them.’ Kurt looked at Blaine who had turned bright red.

‘Fine, I admit it, I’m guilty, but look Kurt, they’re so cute.’ Blaine waved a sandwich in Kurt’s face.

‘Seriously, are you really twenty three? You act like your five sometimes, not that there’s anything wrong with that, it’s kind of endearing.’ Kurt looked away and picked at his salad. Blaine was happily munching away on his bite size sandwiches.

Both men sat eating lunch in silence for a few minutes, content to be in each other’s company.

‘Kurt, can I ask you something?’ Blaine asked, chewing a mouthful of sandwich.

‘Sure?’ Kurt swallowed his mouthful of salad and looked up at Blaine who looked incredibly nervous.

‘Kurt, do you, haveaboyfriend?’ Blaine asked, speaking too fast for Kurt to understand.

‘You’re gonna need to speak slower. All I got from that was ‘do I have a…’ and that could mean anything.’

Do I have a what? Kurt was getting anxious.

‘A boyfriend, do you have one?’ Blaine asked. He looked at Kurt who was staring into his half eaten salad.
Kurt was surprised at how shy Blaine sounded.

‘No, I thought I was the only openly gay guy in town. So, no. why’d you ask?’ Kurt wondered.

‘Oh, just curious.’ Blaine replied and smiled shyly.

I want to be your boyfriend.