"Umm....." Blaine mumbled, unable to find his voice.  "No one."

"Sure," the boy said. "Listen, kid. I think you're pretty hot. And judging from your bowtie, and ridiculous hair, you're gay, too. So I have a proposal. Why don't you drop by my place after school some time this week and we'll..... talk. 'Kay?"

Blaine swallowed thickly, but didn't answer.

"Bye ladies," he said, winking. "Bye Blaine."

Blaine blinked as the boy walked away.

"Well," Quinn said, linking arms with Blaine. "That was... interesting."

Blaine nodded, still unable to speak.

* * * * *

"BLAINE!" Rachel called, skipping up to walk in step with him. "You're driving me home, remember?"

"Oh yeah," Blaine nodded.

They reached the car, and Blaine opened the door for Rachel, who grinned as she got in.

Once Blaine had pulled out of the parking lot, Rachel burst with the news Blaine knew was bottled up inside of her.

"I GOT THE KID'S NAME!"

"What?" Blaine asked, his brow furrowing.

"You know, the kid that flirted with you yesterday. I got his name. Kurt Hummel," she grinned, as if that would make he happy.

"Great. Now I have a name to put to my stalker," Blaine rolled his eyes at Rachel and rolled his shoulders.

"Stalker?"

"Yeah, he waited by my car yesterday, and attempted to walk me to class."

"What did you do?"

"Ignored him," Blaine shrugged, and they rode in silence for the rest of the drive.

"Listen Blaine," Rachel said as she got out of the car at her house. "I know you don't like him, and he seems like a dick, but maybe his intentions aren't evil. Maybe he really likes you."

"Doubt it," Blaine scoffed.

Rachel shrugged and flounced all the way down the walk and into her house.

* * * * *

A few days later, after school, Kurt was waiting by his car. Blaine squared his shoulders and took a deep breath as he appproached.

"Excuse me, but this is my car," Blaine said, trying to nudge past Kurt.

"Sorry, Blaine," Kurt said as Blaine got into his car. Kurt leaned against the open window.  

"How do you know my name?" Blaine asked

"How do you know mine?"

"Touche," Blaine nodded, and put his key in the ignition, getting ready to pull away from Kurt. 

Kurt touched Blaine's shoulder, making him jump.

"What do you want?" he sighed.

"I kind of need a ride home," Kurt asked, looking genuinely embarrassed.

Blaine nodded, and Kurt crossed to the other side of the car and got in.

Kurt gave Blaine directions to his house, and when he invited Blaine in, he said okay.

Kurt's apartment was dingy at best. The walls were peeling, and his sofa looked ancient. 

Blaine sat down on the sofa, and Kurt did the same.

But Kurt sat very close.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered, his breath hot on Blaine's neck.

"Yeah," Blaine whispered back, his voice breaking.

Blaine turned to Kurt. They were only centimeters apart. Blaine leaned in slightly, and Kurt closed the gap, pressing their lips together.

That was all it took for Kurt. He crashed their lips together harder, and lifted his leg to straddle Blaine.

Blaine combed his fingers through Kurt's hair, and moved their lips together, while Kurt rocked his hips.

"Blaine," Kurt moaned. Blaine pulled away, panting.

"Yeah?" he whispered, his breath on Kurt's lips.

"I want...." Kurt breathed. "Bedroom."

Blaine's breath hitched as Kurt rolled off him, and he stood, pressing their lips together.

They stumbled towards the bedroom.

Kurt lay Blaine down on the bed.

"I've never done this before," Blaine whispered.

"It's okay," Kurt whispered back. "I'll take care of you."