At the end of the day, Blaine had gym class. It wasn't his favorite class, but he was pretty athletic for what it was worth. He wouldn't have labeled himself a jock, and neither would anyone else for that matter, but he was on the fencing team and, because McKinley didn't have a boxing league, Blaine did boxing and karate outside of school. He knew he could have easily beaten up any of his tormentors because he really was that good at both self defense activities, but his confidence wasn't there and being violent wasn't in his nature. Just because he could do something, doesn't mean he would.

In the locker room, his head was buried in his locker trying to find a clean gym shirt. He really did need to bring his dirty clothes home today.

"Hello again," came the sing-songy voice of Kurt Hummel an empty locker three lockers away.

Blaine jumped because he thought he was the only one to have a locker in this corner for the specific reason that most of his male peers didn't want to change their clothes in front of a gay guy. Didn't those jerks already tell him that I was gay? he thought.

"Fancy meeting you here," Kurt said in a lower, pretend voice, following the comment up with a smile. He began reaching into a gym bag and starting putting what looked like a week's worth of clothes and different products for skin care and shower products.

"What are you doing?" Blaine asked, scaring himself at the knowledge that his thoughts fell from his lips. He hadn't intended on saying anything because he was so nervous around this beautiful creature.

Kurt gasped sarcastically. "He speaks?"

Blaine turned back to his locker, pulling out his gym shoes and trying to hide his pink cheeks. Good going, Blaine! He's been trying to talk to you and the first thing you say to him is 'What are you doing?' Stupid. Seriously stupid.

"You're a man of few words, huh?"

Blaine finally found a clean shirt and shorts and put them on top of his shoes. Since he wasn't alone, he thought he would change in a bathroom stall instead. "N-no. I can- I can talk plenty. I was just wondering what you were doing over here. The popular kids all have lockers on the other end."

"I like my privacy."

"I'm gay." Blaine said it like he might as well have added a 'Duh' on the end of it. Like his sexuality wasn't common knowledge enough.

Kurt chuckled softly, making Blaine gulp and flick his eyes down to Kurt's mouth for a second only. "And?"

"You're not worried I'm going to take a peek at your junk or whatever the hell the other guys think I might do?"

"That's stupid. I'm pretty sure you're not out to molest and convert me." He started to unbutton his vest and Blaine averted his eyes, now looking for gym socks. "Besides, you couldn't molest someone," he pulled his vest off and pulled his shirt over his head, "who wanted the attention."

Blaine's head shot straight up, he was completely frozen and wasn't sure if he heard Kurt's statement correctly. And if he did, did he understand it the way it was meant to be understood? Was he just confessing his homosexuality to me? By the time he came back to reality and remembered that he needed to change his clothes, Kurt was completely dressed in his gym clothes. He grabbed a pair of socks and turned to gather everything in his arms to go to the bathroom stalls.

That's when he felt Kurt's exceedingly close proximity. He froze again. Kurt brought his lips very close to Blaine's ear and whispered gently. "And you can take a peek at my junk whenever you want." Blaine's face whipped around to look at Kurt. Their faces were so close. Centimeters away from each other. His breath hitched.

Kurt smiled and backed away slowly before turning and leaving Blaine standing there completely taken aback and unable to move.

The class time was spent playing kickball and Blaine and Kurt were on separate teams, which Blaine was completely okay with. His day had turned out to be exceedingly strange. First, the new kid let him get bullied, and then the same new kid defended him and threatened his tormentors. Third, he complimented his artwork, and lastly, the very same person, whom did all these things, selected a gym locker close to his and may or may not have hit on Blaine. He tried his best, but he couldn't stop his eyes from glancing and, more than twice, full on staring at the delicate body that was Kurt Hummel who played the second baseman.

When it was his turn up to kick, the pitcher, one of his bullies, smiled a cocky grin, expecting the nerdy gay kid to strike out. Blaine stared at him, daring the pitcher to try his best, because Blaine would definitely not miss or gently tap the ball. As predicted, the bully bowled the ball fast and with a lot of strength. Blaine focused and waited for just the right moment to connect with the ball. His foot pendulumed forward and kicked the ball, sending it far across the gymnasium. The outfield went running and Blaine, wanting to taunt the pitcher, just began to lightly jog from base to base. If he ran, he could have made it to the third base, maybe even back to home plate, but he laughed to himself and stopped jogging at second base.

"Nice kick," Kurt complimented.

"Thanks?"

"You don't have bad legs either."

Blaine whipped his head to face Kurt again, just as he had earlier in the locker room. There was no mistaking the tone and words this time. Kurt was flirting.

"Blaine, run!" a team mate called out.

He was so stunned that he hadn't noticed another player kick the ball and start running for first. Without thinking or processing anything mentally, he took off running for third base. Again, he could have made it to home plate, but he was distracted and not paying attention.

The kicker after that struck out and the one after him sent Blaine and the person behind him running for home base. His team won.

When the bell rang to signal the end of class, Blaine decided to forgo a shower because he had fencing practice after this and he would just get all sweaty again. So, he just moved to a different locker, one near his own, yet separate and larger from his gym locker, and took out his fencing gear.

"Is that a sword, or are you just happy to see me?"

Blaine jumped and turned around. "What?" he coughed out.

"It was a joke."

"I know. Look, are you making fun of me or something, or what, because I'm not really sure what your deal is."

"You know, I'm really surprised no one figured it out yet. Maybe they're just too scared to offend the congressman's son." He tugged his shirt over his head and toed off his shoes, leaving him standing in nothing but a pair of shorts and tube socks.

"Figured what out?"

"Seriously?" An eyebrow lifted on Kurt's face. He was really in disbelief. Kurt thought for a second and smoothed his expressions out. "Okay," he started as he edged closer to Blaine, "promise not to tell anyone?"

"Sh-sure," Blaine stuttered.

"Your bashful school boy thing is super hot," he said in hushed tones so no one could hear them. "And I chose this locker because I know it would give you and I a little alone time."

Blaine's heart began to pound again the closer Kurt got. He found himself flushed up against his locker, swallowing hard when he came to a realization. "Wait, you're-"

His words were muffled by the swift movement of Kurt's hand covering Blaine's mouth. "Don't say it… but yes." He slowly lifted his hand off Blaine's mouth.

"H-how?" He shook his head slowly from side to side in disbelief. He meant to say: How is this possible. "This whole time… you've been… f-flirting?"

Kurt's smile came back. "Yeah." There was a pause. "Blaine, you're hot, like, really hot and I've been checking you out all day." Blaine went speechless again and gulped as his eyes bore nervously into Kurt's. "You look surprised."

"I-I-I am."

"Why?"

"Because you're p-popular and w-why would you want anything to do with me? I'm nerdy and a f-freak."

"You shouldn't say that about yourself. You're not a freak. You're hot, interesting, and this whole shy thing you have going on is adorable. I want to get to know you more."

"You mean that?"

"Yes."

"Hummel!" a voice yelled over the lockers. It was from another member of the swim team. Kurt backed off from Blaine and he heard the padding of wet feet coming their way. "Everything okay?" a few pairs of eyes shifted between Blaine, who was clutching his fencing gear, and Kurt, who was half naked.

"Yeah. Fine," he replied with no effort. "I just wanted to see his sword." Blaine struggled to keep from widening his eyes.

"Oh, well," the guy said oddly, "hurry up. Coach Roz makes us do extra laps if anyone is late."

"Alright. Be right there."

The jocks walked away in their skin tight swimsuits that left nothing to the imagination and as soon as they were out of earshot, Kurt chuckled and smiled greatly. Blaine, on the other hand, made his eyes go wide. When Kurt saw Blaine's face, he laughed harder as he took out a red pair of Speedos. "A double entendre is always funny when it's an innuendo."

"Kurt, you can't say things like that!" Blaine exclaimed quietly.

"Why not?"

"Because!" He really didn't have any other form of defencse except that one little word because he was so stunned.

Kurt smiled again, not fazed by Blaine's obvious uncomfortability. "Too bad you're not on the swim team." He took his socks off and tossed them in his locker. "I wouldn't mind seeing more of you, if you know what I mean." He smirked again and flipped his Speedo over his shoulder before heading for the bathroom stalls.

By now, Blaine had lost track of how many times Kurt had left him speechless that day.