The journey to Sectionals for the New Directions was neither thrilling nor stimulating in any way shape or form. Everyone was too busy on their phones or listening to their IPods. Once again, Kurt was sitting on a seat alone. Sure he had Mercedes on the seat next to him, but she was too preoccupied texting Sam to hold a conversation despite the fact that Sam was only a few seats ahead. They had only been traveling for about fifteen minutes and Kurt was bored already. He glanced out of the window, secretly hoping that Blaine would miraculously show up in his car next to the bus that he was currently sitting in. Kurt sighed, staring out of the window with his chin propped up on one of his hands. He wanted to be excited for this competition, he really wanted to be, but once again he didn’t get a solo or a duet or even a chance to shine. He had designed all of their clothes but what use was that? He wasn’t going to get anything more than a simple thank you or wow Kurt these dresses are really nice. Kurt didn’t want that, he wanted to be more.

His mind drifted for a few swift minutes, flicking back and forth between random thoughts. Yet somehow, his mind kept showing memories of Blaine, his hair, his smile and his cute little puppy dog face that he did that one time. Kurt promised to himself that he would forget all about Blaine, he barely knew the boy, yet he was clouding up his thoughts. He barely knew anything about him, and there was no way of contacting him, he tried Facebook, Twitter and even Googled him, but the only articles that came up were about Cooper Anderson and his recent success in Europe. Kurt hated to admit it, but he was becoming far too attached to Blaine, it was getting sad really.

Kurt unfolded his arms into his lap to fish out his phone from his bag sitting on the space next to him. He checked his phone for any texts and much to his surprise, he had three texts. One from his dad wishing him luck at Sectionals, one from Rachel which was a mass text to the whole glee club, telling them to start warming their vocal cords so that they could be prepared for the upcoming competition. The last one was from Tina, asking if he was ‘alright sitting at the back alone’. “Of course Tina,” Kurt thought to himself “Because everyone loves being alone”. Kurt stretched back into his chair, yawning as a result of many a restless night’s sleep.

He sent replies to all three texts, making sure to send an extra sarcastic one back to Rachel. After flicking through his newsfeed on Facebook and liking his fellow glee club member’s statuses about the bus ride (many of which he was tagged in), Kurt decided for one final time to try and find Blaine on Facebook

Search results for: Blaine Anderson

After spending the better half of five minutes repeating the same ‘click -> check if it's Blaine -> go back’ process on at least fifty Facebook profiles, Kurt had finally given up. The only useful page that came up was Cooper Anderson's official Facebook page. He mentally fought with himself as to whether to go onto Cooper's profile and ask for Blaine's number or at least some way of contacting him, but somehow, asking him 'Excuse me but I met your younger brother Blaine when we were sitting in opposite cars on a gridlocked highway and we seemed to get along pretty well so please could I have his number' sounded extremely creepy and would only end in disaster, so Kurt mentally scrapped that idea completely.

He quickly logged onto his Twitter account, made a brief tweet about his hellish journey and then signed out, shoving his phone back into his bag. He glanced up to the front of the bus to see what everyone was up to. Rachel had fallen asleep on Finn which was an odd sight to see, usually before competitions she was fidgety and refused to rest in case she woke up unprepared for her solo. Mike and Tina were giggling about something on Mike's phone, Sam was trying to impress Quinn with another one of his impressions but that wasn't really working out for him. Kurt continued to look at all of the couples and sigh in desperation; he wanted a boyfriend so much. He was sick of being beaten and shoved into lockers and having no one there to help him back on his feet when he needed help getting up. He wanted someone to hold him during his worst moods and to cuddle with him during his best. He wanted someone to call his own, someone to love him. He certainly wasn't going to find anyone like that at McKinley.�

Kurt's thoughts were dissolved when he felt a voice pulling him out from his mind,

"Kurt, Kurt! We're almost there! Are you excited for our first win of the year?" Mercedes screeched, clasping her hands together in joy. Kurt mentally slapped himself, all of this moping around about having no love life had made him forget all about where they were heading to, he had to shift himself into the right state of mind, and quickly!

"I can't wait! I know that we're competing against 'The Hipsters' but we still don't know who else we're competing against since as the other group dropped out" Kurt breathlessly spoke.�

Mercedes added, "I really hope the other group has some eye-candy in it, I'm going to need something to distract my mind with after watching the oldies perform"�
"I hope they have some too, I need someone to get my mind off of Blaine." Kurt sighed, leaning over the walkway on the bus to reach Mercedes' shoulder where he perched his head. She stroked his hair, careful not to ruin its immaculate condition.

"I'm sorry boo, it just wasn't meant to be, you'll find someone someday, you deserve it more than you think"
"Thanks" Kurt grinned, lifting his head up and sitting with perfect posture, he was going through another growth spurt and didn't want to get into the dreadful habit of slouching. Their conversation carried on until they had arrived at their destination, their catch up session ended on a bit of a sour note when Mercedes tried to convince Kurt that Taylor Lautner wasn't gay but Kurt was having absolutely none of it, standing firm on his opinions. As soon as the bus stopped, Mr Shuester tried to get everyone to leave in an orderly fashion but they all ended up piling out of the vehicle one by one, desperate to stretch their legs. As soon as everyone was out, Mr Schue did a head count while Artie was being helped onto the ground.

While the rest of the club were busy clinging onto each other in excitement, Kurt's focus was directed on a group of boys walking out of the building in the distance and jogging over to their bus which was parked far away, from what Kurt could see, they were all wearing matching blazers with red piping, but he couldn't pick out any distinct facial features on any of them, he could only see that they were male from the way that they filled out the blazers. Kurt nudged Mercedes,

"Hey, I think we've found our missing competition" He said, pointing out the group to Mercedes. The New Directions started walking into the building but she managed to catch a glimpse of them, eyeing the boys up"
"Mmm well if that's our competition I wouldn't mind calling it a draw and walking home with one of those on my arm" Kurt nodded in agreement and they both giggled their way through the building entrance, ready for Sectionals.

"OK GUYS HUDDLE, GROUP PHOTO C'MON. OK READY? SMILE ON THREE, ONE,TWO,THREE" The sound of a camera clicked and suddenly a mob of well-dressed boys came rushing over to see how they looked in the photo, when they had all had a good glance at the camera, they followed Wes and filed in one by one onto their bus, throwing bags next to them to reserve seats for their friends. When they were all seated, Wes did a final role call and they were all seated.

Warbler road journeys were always fun, Wes, David and Thad had warned the group to not sing as much as usual because of a horrific event which happened last competition season where their soloist had lost his voice on the way to their competition from singing too much and had to quickly be replaced only hours before they were due on stage. Somehow this message hadn't reached the other twelve boys who were happily singing along to Nick's iPod which was blaring out 'I'm sexy and I know it'

"HEY WES" Nathan yelled out, "WE SHOULD PERFORM THIS AT REGIONALS, THE GIRLS WOULD LOVE IT" David and Thad suppressed their laughter and tried to keep a stern face as Wes turned around with a look that could kill. Nathan got the point and sulked into his chair, Wes glared at Nick and he cowered and switched the music off.
Nick tickled Jeff to get his attention and held his iPod up to get a picture of the pair of them to put on his Facebook account, they both posed with Jeff poking his tongue out and Nick puffing his cheeks out. Once the picture had been taken, Nick went back into his photos folder only to be shocked. Blaine had somehow managed to photo-bomb their photo, shoving his face in between their two seats to contort his face. Jeff turned around and playfully slapped him,

"Blaaaaiinnnneee" he wined, "that was going to be my new profile picture, it’s ruined now" Jeff stuck his bottom lip out and pouted at Blaine.
Blaine tapped Jeff on the forehead and smirked, "Hey I didn't ruin it, I made it better" Jeff turned around to receive a gentle kiss from Nick on the nose, he then returned the favour. Nick was going to go in for a proper kiss but was interrupted by Blaine sighing loudly, reclining into his seat.�Nick snapped his head around and hit Blaine’s cheek,

"Blaine, I'll tell Kurt that you're an absolute pain in the ass if you don't let me kiss Jeff before he falls asleep on my shoulder, you know how drowsy he gets when he's traveling he gets al-"
"Wait" Blaine said, cutting Nick off, "You know Kurt?"
Nick answered, "Not personally no, but we discovered that Jeffie here has a mutual friend on Facebook with him so I could easily sign onto Jeff's account and tell her to send on my message to Kurt"�
"YOU SHOULD HAVE SAID SO EARLIER” Blaine burst out, edging off of his seat a bit, “Who's the mutual friend then?" Blaine enquired; leaning in a bit more to hear exactly what Nick had to say.

"Oh her name is Santana, her and Jeff went to Cheerleading Camp together last summer, but according to Jeff she didn't mention a Kurt, sorry Blaine" Nick smiled a half-hearted smile at Blaine, petting Blaine's shoulders and he let out a huge sigh. Nick wanted this to work out for Blaine, he really did. Nick was the first person that spoke to Blaine when he arrived at Dalton and they had stayed as extremely close friends ever since then. Nick was about to give some words of encouragement to lighten up Blaine's spirits but his blazer was being tugged on by an extremely tired Jeff.

"Hey Blaine, I have to turn around to let Jeff sleep on me before he's sick everywhere, so I'll leave you with Jeff's IPod, just go onto his Facebook and you'll find Kurt, Nick handed over the iPod and returned to his weary-eyed boyfriend.
Blaine honestly didn't know what to do with the iPod in his hands, he went onto Jeff's Facebook app and went into the search bar and collected up the courage to type in Kurt.

Search Results: Kurt

Kurt Hummel - 1 Mutual Friend (Santana Lopez)

Blaine grazed his thumb over the link to Kurt's profile for a few minutes, overwhelmed at the fact that he had found Kurt so easily. He expected Kurt to be exceedingly difficult to find, from his appearance and impeccable style of clothing, Blaine almost thought that Kurt could have been French and that they would be a whole ocean apart. But here he was. Blaine hesitantly pressed down onto the 'view profile' button and Kurt's profile was there before his eyes. There was so little yet so much information to take in. His name was Kurt Hummel, he was born on the day that he said he had been born on during their conversation in the car, he had no religious or political views stated, he could speak French and his sexual preference was men.

Wait
What?
Kurt was gay?

Blaine's heart fluttered at the realisation that he could have a shot at a relationship with this boy if their friendship kicked off really well 'when our friendship really kicks off' Blaine mentally added. Kurt had left no contact information on his profile. Blaine's eyes scanned over to Kurt's picture, it was of him and another one of his friends lying across some chairs which had been laid out in a rather empty looking classroom. Blaine's heart sunk as he stared at the picture for an uncomfortable amount of time. He quickly closed the app and then dropped the phone into his lap. 'What am I doing?' Blaine argued with himself, 'He's a guy you've barely even met; you don't even know if he's in America right now, you haven't even heard him talk. He doesn't care about you and you need to man up and stop whining over him, he has his own life and so should you' Blaine crossed his arms over in anger and pulled his own iPod out in an attempt to listen to some music and get over Kurt. He flicked on a playlist and slowly drifted into a light nap.

Blaine was woken by Flint shaking his shoulder to stir him from his sleep.�
"Blaine, dude, we're here" he said, grabbing his bag and leaping out of his chair to leave the bus. There were still a few boys left on the bus who were slowly being coaxed out of sleeping by fellow warblers. Blaine stood up and gained his balance as he grabbed his bag and managed to shuffle his way out of the bus, he thanked the driver and stepped off.

They seemed to be the only ones here, trust Wes to bring them early. Wes had a punctuality issue, he liked to be early and prepared, if anyone was ever late to practice then there were consequences that many would be wise to avoid. When all fifteen warblers were off the bus, Wes did a quick count to see that everyone was here and when he was happy, they walked over to the building to be registered. While Wes, David and Thad were sorting out the formalities with the women at the front desk, the rest of the group had a look inside the main foyer, it was quite dull and there were a few seats which were quickly taken, the walls were a dismal grey colour which made the room feel cold.

Thad signalled for them to all follow him, the fifteen boys walked down the corridors in excitement, they couldn't wait to get on stage. When they arrived at their changing room, they all scrambled around the room, claiming certain seats and mirror spaces. Blaine calmly followed Jeff and Nick over to a quieter corner of the room where Jeff slid down the wall, looking paler than usual. Blaine called out for David.�
"Hey Jeff, Jeff can you hear me?" David asked, kneeling down to Jeff's level, Blaine hushed the rest of the group and asked for them to give the ill boy some space. Jeff meekly nodded at David in response.
"Jeff gets really travel sick, do you want me to take him outside to get some fresh air?" Nick asked David, his voice was thick with worry and concern.�
"Ok but take Blaine with you. Blaine could go over to the bus and get Dylan's asthma pump for him?" Wes butted in.

Blaine nodded and both him and Nick helped Jeff out and guided him down the corridors again and outside where Jeff promptly ran off and emptied his stomach somewhere. Blaine and Nick ran after him and as soon as he felt brighter, he joined the two boys in walking over to the bus to get the asthma pump. As they were walking, another bus had pulled up and another glee club had started filtering out of it. When they arrived at the bus, Blaine suddenly stopped. He squinted his eyes a bit and took in a particular person's build and appearance. Although it was difficult to see who it was, Blaine was slightly certain that it was Kurt.�

"Blaine, we've got the pump, you've been standing there for a while, what's up?" Jeff asked, making sure that his voice was clear and ready for singing in less than an hour.�
"I could have sworn that...oh, never mind" Blaine shrugged as he started walking in the direction of the building, trailing a little bit in front of Jeff and Nick. He was mentally kicking himself over the fact that he couldn't let this whole 'Kurt thing' go. Nick and Jeff looked at each other, shrugged their shoulders and then caught up with Blaine, entering the building ready to get back to the group and for Sectionals.