Kurt was sitting on his desk chair when the sound of Beyoncé singing broke the silence.

If you liked it then you should've put a ring on it...

Kurt checked the caller ID to find out Quinn was calling him. He answered the call. "Hey, Q! What's up?" Kurt questioned. It wasn't unusual for Quinn to be calling him. They always talked. They were as close as anyone could get.

Kurt had been there for Quinn when she had gotten pregnant in their freshman year. In return, Quinn had been there for him at times that he needed a shoulder to lean on. Being a gay boy in Ohio of all places was a hard task. Kurt managed to remain positive and pull through.

They were co-captains of the Cheerios. They both had the determination they needed to lead their team of cheerleaders. No one dared to commit a mistake under their watch. Kurt and Quinn made a great pair.

"Hi, Kurt! Nothing much. I was wondering whether you could come by this Friday. I've got nothing to do and what better way to spend it with my best gay?"

"Best gay? For a second there I thought you sounded like Ra–" Shit. Kurt pounded his head on his desk. Ow. Kurt, you idiot! Never talk about Rachel. Never. He kept mentally chastising himself.

"I sounded like whom, Kurt?"

Kurt was the only one who knew about Quinn's crush for Rachel. He was the only one who knew Quinn was bisexual, too. Kurt understood Quinn. What would you do if you fell in love with someone who absolutely hated you? That will never happen to me, he thought.

Rachel still treated Quinn like she was a speck of dust on the street. She was mad at her for planting the seed in Finn's mind that he was going to be a father. Quinn never really liked Finn. She didn't like Puck in a romantic way. She slept with Puck and dated Finn to try and shake that beautiful girl out of her head. She was still coming into terms with accepting her sexuality.

"N-Nothing, Quinn! About Friday, sure, I'll come by. I've got nothing to do either. What time should I be there?" Kurt was certain that Quinn noticed his skeptical attitude. She dropped the subject, though.

"Come by at around 6. We are going to watch cheesy films while talking about the latest routine. Who does Sue think we are? We can't possibly nail this routine in such a short time." Sue had been pushing the Cheerios to their breaking point. Kurt didn't understand that woman.

"I know, Q. I'll talk to you tomorrow. I've got a lot on my mind right now. I could use some time to think." Kurt said tiredly.

"Alright. Good night, Kurt."

"Night, Quinn." Kurt ended the call.

Kurt changed into a pair of sweat pants and his old Wicked t-shirt. He walked over to his vanity and did his skin care routine. He crawled into bed and thought about the events of the day. Anderson had a lot of guts standing up to Kurt Hummel. He didn't understand what he was getting himself into. No one messes with the Hummels.

That was highly bizarre. Anderson was the only one who dared to do what he had done. The students who studied in McKinley High were clever enough to know not to do such a thing. He was totally out of line. Kurt groaned. That boy was giving him a headache.

What did he say about my clothing? I could plan an outfit in my sleep! Although the attire gave him power, there was a bit of a downside to wearing his Cheerio uniform. He couldn't express his individuality by what he was wearing. His closet was full of clothes he would gladly wear. No one would slushie him anyway.

How dare he say I bumped into him on purpose? Kurt glared at the ceiling. Kurt needed to slushie Blaine. He needed to remind everyone who was boss. Why couldn't Blaine comprehend that? That was how things worked. He couldn't change that.

To say Kurt was appalled was an understatement. That boy needed to learn his place in the school. He decided now that he hated Anderson with passion. He had a fucking boyfriend too.

Anderson just had to flaunt it in his face, didn't he? Kurt Hummel was single. There weren't a lot of single teenage gay boys in Lima, Ohio. Kurt knew that. When Anderson started making out with that meerkat, it was just a reminder of how he didn't have someone to hold hands with in the hallways.

It's not the right time, Kurt. You need to graduate first. Get the fuck out of this shithole and move to New York. Maybe then you'll find the one.

Nothing would get in the way of his dreams. There wasn't time for him at the moment to be searching for a potential boyfriend. He was very independent to say the least. He could live without a boyfriend for now. For now.

Saying he didn't have time for a boyfriend didn't mean he didn't want one. How he wished he did. Stupid Anderson had one. Gives me another reason to hate him.

Kurt was determined. He would not let Anderson push him around. He drifted off into sleep with that thought in mind.

.....

Blaine and Sebastian finished eating their ice cream. On their way back to Blaine's house, Sebastian noticed that Blaine couldn't keep still on his seat. He sighed.

"Blaine, you know you can talk to me, right? What crawled up your ass? I'd rather have something else in there, you know." Sebastian winked in a very Sebastian-esque way. He sounded concerned despite what he had insinuated.

"Seb, it's just that guy. He really got to me. I'm not that short, am I? My clothes are fine!" Blaine grunted in reply. Stupid brunette guy. He realized he didn't even know the guy's name. I bet his name is Sucky McSucksuckpants. Sebastian made a U-turn.

"Seb, where are you going? This is the wrong way." Blaine asked Sebastian in a confused tone. Oh my god what if he thinks I'm annoying and he's dropping me off at the desert to feast on bugs and my own flesh and drink out of cacti and–

"No, Blaine. I am not taking you to the desert." Sebastian knew him very well to be able to tell what was on his mind. "We're going to the mall. I am going to give you a much needed makeover." Sebastian said to reassure Blaine.

"Hey! What is that supposed to mean?"

Blaine crossed his arms over his chest. A makeover seemed very tempting. Money wasn't a concern. His parents worked very hard to make sure it wasn't. He loved them.

His parents were very accepting of his sexuality. His mother even asked him if he had met a handsome boy whom he would be bringing home for dinner one day. His father reminded him to always be a gentleman. He had been very shocked when his father hadn't sent him off to Masagascar to live off of various species of cockroaches.

After the Sadie Hawkins dance incident, his father had sued the school he used to study at. His father was a powerful man. His mother had insisted he transfer to Dalton immediately.

He then met the Warblers and gained his spot as the lead soloist. He was very happy at Dalton. He met Wes, David, Nick, Jeff, and Sebastian there. He loved all five of them despite their crazy antics. He knew the accepting environment in Dalton was a deep contrast to how things were outside of the prestigious school.

Ignoring his question completely, Sebastian replied with "Your hair needs taming. Using tubs of gel is not the solution, B. Your hair is a fucking jungle compared to mine." Blaine always used a lot of gel to control his do. He had slightly lengthy curly hair that was usually hidden by product.

Sebastian parked the car. He and Blaine went out of it and entered the mall. Sebastian asked Blaine for his size. Blaine was on the fence about it. "Just trust me. I know you, B." Blaine gave in and told Sebastian. He didn't trust that boy with his clothes at all.

They headed to the hair salon. "This is where yours truly gets his truly immaculate hair." Sebastian walked over to the front desk and asked for a stylist that went by the name of Derek.

"Basty," Basty? Really? "Haven't seen you here for a while. I would know." Derek winked. He had been one of Sebastian's, to be blunt, fuck buddies. One of his best, too. He got a heck of a haircut out of it all. Sebastian was pretty content with that to say the least.

"Actually, I'm here with a friend." He motioned to Blaine who was standing behind him using him like a shield. When Derek realized Sebastian had company, he started eyeing Blaine hungrily.

"A friend, hmm? Can he be my friend too?" Derek winked, this time at Blaine. Blaine cowered behind Sebastian. He didn't like how Derek was looking at him like he was a brand new set of bow ties.

"No, we have some business to attend to." Sebastian started instructing Derek on how he wanted him to style Blaine's hair. Derek now had a professional façade. Business was business. Sebastian left Blaine to be taken cared of by Derek.

When Derek was working his magic – his words, not Blaine's – Blaine thought about what clothes Sebastian would be choosing. He made sure that he told Sebastian to pick clothes that still resembled him but were flattering at the same time.

After some time, Derek was done with his work. Blaine looked at himself in the mirror. He was very pleased with the outcome. His curls were freed out of the cage with gel that was just the right amount. He looked handsome, if he may say so himself.

Sebastian texted him minutes later to go to where he was at the moment. Blaine did so. Sebastian saw him enter the store and raised an eyebrow. "Whoa. You look…" Sebastian trailed off. If he thought Blaine was attractive then, he thought he was flaming hot now.

"I know. Derek did an awesome job." Blaine said.

Blaine started fitting the clothes Sebastian had picked. Even though Sebastian got his size he wanted to be sure. He soon found out that all the clothes fit, and payed for the items. He and Sebastian left the store and headed to Blaine's home in Sebastian's car.

When they entered the house, they could smell something delicious wafting in the air. They walked into the kitchen to see Cooper cooking some Spaghetti. "Hey Coop, this smells awesome. Thanks for cooking. I'm guessing mom and dad are..."

"Out of town." They both said at the same time. Cooper finally served dinner. The three boys ate in silence for a while until Cooper broke it with a question Blaine had been dreading. "So B, how was your first day?" Cooper questioned.

"Awful." Blaine began, his shoulders slouching. "I got a freezing cold beverage thrown at my face. The same guy who threw it just happened to 'bump into' me." Blaine used air quotes. "Sebastian got to me just in time before I killed him with a flame thrower." Sebastian hummed in agreement.

"Ah," Cooper nodded in understanding. He picked up the fact that Blaine really didn't want to talk about it. "So, about your wooing. We need to continue my little masterclass."

"Coop, 'wooing' a guy is different story from wooing a girl. You know nothing about that." Blaine argued, amused.

"Precisely, little brother," Blaine glared at him. He'd heard enough height jokes. "Which is why I am consulting Smythe over here. Smythe texted me about your little makeover. I am loving the cut, by the way. Very suave."

The duo started telling Blaine about this and that. They told him what he should and shouldn't do. They told him how to ooze confidence. Blaine tried to remember as much as he could. He didn't get the point of all the things they were saying. It wasn't like he was looking for someone to sleep with. He was doing this to show Sucky McSucksuckpants that he was wrong.

After the little masterclass, Blaine bade Sebastian goodbye along with a safe drive home. With a mumbled "Goodnight" to Cooper, he took a much needed shower and went to bed. He needed as much sleep as he could get for the following day. A new start.

.....

This is it. You've got this, Blaine. Show time.

Blaine pushed the doors of McKinley High open. He strutted on his journey to his locker. He noticed students were murmuring around him. "Who is that guy?" "Oh my god, he is so dreamy." Blaine's face lit up. Great job, Blaine.

He reached his locker and started getting the things he needed. He still heard people whispering around him. He could feel eyes on him, too. He heard a familiar voice speak behind him.

"Well, damn." Blaine turned around to come face to face with a girl that looked like she was from Latin descent. "Want to skip school and head somewhere more private, if you know what I mean?" Blaine raised his eyebrows. "Oh put those triangles down. Come on, let's ditch this place."

"Sorry babe, I don't play for your team." I said 'babe' without blushing. I am so telling Bastian about this. Progress. "Great meeting you though..."

"Santana. Name's Santana. If you change your mind, here's my number." Santana wrote down her number on Blaine's wrist. "See you around, curly top." She walked away. Only then did Blaine notice Sucky McSucksuckpants who was standing a few feet away from him.

Blaine winked at him. He heard a few gasps and saw a few faces fall from his peripheral vision. He assumed they thought he was straight and were disappointed to find out he wasn't. Sucky McSucksuckpants glared at him. Blaine smirked. He understood what he was trying to say. It is so on.

.....

Kurt knew something was up when he went to school the next morning. People weren't staying out of his path. They were too focused on something. Or rather, someone. He felt an arm link through his.

"Hi, unicorn!"

"Hey, Brit! What's up with everyone?" Kurt questioned.

He looked around him. People still weren't paying attention to him. No one steals my spotlight.

"Oh, Blaine came in today. He looked really cute. I think some bears stole his honey. His hair isn't sticky like yesterday. Lord Tubbington told me there was a war going on between the bears and the dolphins. I hope Blaine stays safe." Blaine? Who the fuck is Blaine?

"Brit, who's Blaine?" Brittany pointed somewhere down the middle of the hallway. He saw Santana talking to a boy with curly hair whose back was turned to him. Hold on. Isn't that... "Kurtie, I have to go. I think Lord Tubbington forgot to place his cookie in my bag." Anderson.

So his name is Blaine. Santana started walking towards him. Blaine turned around. Kurt noticed his change of wardrobe. Blaine was wearing a black and white striped henley under a red v-neck cardigan with black skin-tight jeans. Blaine's hazel eyes met his glasz ones. Blaine winked at him.

Kurt glared at him. So this was how he wanted to play the game? Fine.

"Hey Hummel, you gonna tap that? He's got some nice piece of ass." Santana asked. Ew.

"No, Santana. I will not tap that ass. Not until Rachel Berry sets her animal sweaters on fire."

Speaking of the girl herself, he saw Rachel walk up to Blaine. Blaine looked highly uncomfortable. He knew Rachel wouldn't be giving him time to speak at all with her ridiculous monologues.

Blaine said something in response to Rachel's speech. He saw Rachel's face change from excitement, to disappointment, and to hope.

He saw her walk away with a curt nod to Blaine. He and Santana went their separate ways to head to class. Kurt went through school that day as he normally would.

Kurt was waiting in his Navigator in the parking lot when he saw a posh red car pull up.

He saw a tall boy with brown coiffed hair exit the car and lean on the passenger's door. Upon closer inspection, Kurt found out it was the guy that had kissed Blaine yesterday in the middle of their screaming competition.

He spotted Blaine walking towards the guy with a huge grin planted on his face. He saw the guy smirk and say something to Blaine. He couldn't decode what the guy said, though. He was too far.

Kurt jumped in his seat when he heard the car door open and Finn's obnoxious voice.

"Hey, Kurt!"

"Jeez, Finn! Don't do that!" Kurt exclaimed. Finn apologized and buckled his seatbelt. When Kurt looked back outside his window, the red car had disappeared. Kurt turned on the ignition and headed home.