After the grand event at the Lima Bean today, Kurt felt like he needed some rest. He had missed the last episode of The Real Housewives, and since he was supposed to meet up with Mercedes tomorrow, he would need to watch it so they can have their weekly discussion. He opened up his laptop, and before searching for the episode he wanted, he checked his Facebook. He had a few notifications; one from Mercedes, one from Rachel, and another one from Tina. There were also a few messages from the group “New Directions”, mostly talking about getting new members, and how excited they were for Nationals. 

He then looked down on his newsfeed, noticing a few interesting photos. Most of them were of the more popular kids at his school; there were some of them drinking, going to the beach, and at parties. Sure, Kurt never really liked drinking, especially after that incident with April Rhodes giving him some “magical confidence boost” and him throwing up all over Ms. Pillbury’s shoes, but maybe one day he’d want to go to a big party and socialize. The New Directions had one last year at Rachel’s house, but he was a designated driver, so he mostly just watched and made fun of how drunk some of his friends were. Maybe, when he was a big Broadway star, he’d get invited to celebrity parties with Rachel.

He chuckled to himself then, thinking of how crazy Rachel was when they were alone again that afternoon. She was shrieking like a little girl as Kurt answered her frantic questions as to who this boy actually was. 

Blaine Anderson. That’s who that incredibly attractive, slightly rude, incredibly sexy, obnoxious and incredibly hot bad boy was. Just then, it clicked in his mind that he now knew his name. 

He can Facebook creep this boy.

And, just then, he did. He typed the name “Blaine Anderson” in the search bar at the top, clicking on the first person there. It said he lived in Westerville, Ohio, about an hour away from his house, and forty minutes from the Lima Bean. He wondered why the boy, Blaine, would drive all the way to Lima for a cup of coffee. What was more interesting though, was his profile picture. It was him sitting at the beach, propping himself up with one arm and holding a cigarette to his mouth with the other one. His cheeks were slightly hollowed in, showing he was inhaling it. He had fluorescent pink Ray Bans on his face, and his lip ring that day was surprisingly the same color as his sunglasses. 

What made Kurt stare at the picture, though, was that Blaine only had a tight wife beater on. He could almost see the outline of sculpted abs underneath the top, and he liked what he saw; the boy definitely worked out a lot. The shirt rode up at his waist, showing a hint of a treasure trail travelling down his striped black and white bathing suit.

His next photo made him look like a completely different person. He was wearing a navy blue jacket and dress pants with red piping and a blue striped tie, and although he couldn’t make out what the emblem was on the jacket, Kurt guessed that it was a private school uniform. His hair was gelled down, and he didn’t have his lip ring in, which was weird. He was standing and smiling with a few other guys, an Asian boy under his right arm with an African-American boy next to the other boy, and a boy a bit shorter than Blaine with brown hair under his left arm. Next to the brown-haired boy, there was an incredibly tall guy with blonde hair. Once Kurt went back to Blaine’s home page, he noticed that some of the boys he recognized in the photo also made posts on Blaine’s wall. There was one from the Asian boy, called Wes, saying how he missed Blaine and that he’s been AWOL all summer. There were others from different people saying the same thing. Kurt wondered why Blaine stopped hanging out with them, and why he went from a completely proper person to a bad boy. He wasn’t complaining though; the whole bad boy look worked well for Blaine.

He noticed that his relationship status was set to “single”. Thank goodness, Kurt thought, maybe I have a chance with him. He then realized what he was saying to himself, and realized that that was a completely ridiculous idea; why would he want to date Kurt? This boy is the definition of sexy, and Kurt has about as much sex appeal as a baby penguin. Blaine might even be straight. Unfortunately, when he looked in the information section, it didn’t have an “interested in” answer. He was hoping that it would maybe tell him whether he was gay or not, but he guessed he would just have to find out later. 

Why did he even care? It’s not like Kurt would actually be lucky enough to get Blaine, no matter how many sexual comments he made to Kurt. Who knows though, maybe he actually had a chance. Maybe this is what all the teasing and struggling he’s been going through leads up to. He really hoped that Blaine was gay and interested in him; it would make the hassle of being gay completely worth it.

Kurt’s mind started to wander again. What did this Blaine guy even see in Kurt? He didn’t think he was that attractive, and it’s not like Kurt was a bad boy at all. He was a complete opposite; he liked Broadway and show tunes, he always had the best fashion, and his voice was as high as Mickey Mouse’s, making him seem like the most innocent little five year old boy ever. 

He decided that, from now on, he would try to be more of a risk taker, more spontaneous. He realized how ridiculous it sounded, and if he told Mercedes that, she would probably say the same thing. From now on though, he would take more chances, and try to be more exciting. Kurt would start making a bucket list soon! But first, he would do something incredibly risky.

He looked at the “Add friend” button at the top right corner of Blaine’s profile, slowly moving his mouse closer and closer. When the little hand was over the button, he placed his finger right over the button on his laptop.

Kurt took a deep breath, “Alright, be a rebel, take a chance.” And with that said, he quickly poked the button, clicking the button on Blaine’s profile. Once the screen came up showing that his friend request was sent, he squealed, shut his laptop, and sat on his bed with his legs crossed. Once he got his breathing under control, he hopped off of his bed and started walking down the stairs. He turned the TV on in the living room, finding the latest episode of The Real Housewives on Netflix. All the excitement of the day wore him out, and it was already 10:30 pm, so when he finished his episode, he did his nightly moisturizing routine, placed his laptop on the floor, and debated whether to open it again and see if Blaine accepted his friend request, but decided against it. He put on his silk baby blue pajamas, turned off the lights, hopped in to bed and went to sleep.