The lunch bell had just rang, and Kurt was desperately trying to get to his AP Physics class on time. He had to take a detour when he spotted some of the jocks from this morning gathered around his locker, the Slushie mess cleaned up by the janitors already. Doesnt mean they werent willing to resort to other methods.

He sat down in the nearest seat he could find seconds before the bell rang, and he gave a sigh of relief. Looking around he saw he was on the edge, the seat behind him empty, the one in front occupied by a short Asian girl, and a large black girl to his left. They both turned towards him simultaneously to look at him.

"Hi, Kurt," the black girl said to him, smiling. "I dont know if you remember us, Finn introduced us that one time, remember?"

He looked between the two girls, trying to piece together where he knew them. Suddenly a lightbulb went off in his head.

"Oh!" he exclaimed, recognition lighting up his features. "Of course, Mercedes and Tina, from Glee Club! How are you?" he asked excitedly as they stood up and hugged quickly. The teacher was on her laptop, so class hadnt really started yet.

"Were fine," Tina said, waving her hand in a dismissive manner. "That move with the umbrella this morning was brilliant! Wish I had thought of that before, could have saved so many of my goth outfits!" she said with a small pout. Kurt laughed, wondering why he never kept touch with these girls while he was at Dalton. Really his only close girl friends were Rachel and Quinn, and thats because theyve both been in an on-again-off-again relationship with Finn for some time now.

"So Kurt, if your videos on YouTube are any indication, am I right to assume youre going to be auditioning for Glee?" Mercedes asked hopefully. Kurt smiled at her. "Of course," he replied. "The world deserves to witness the awesome that is Kurt Hummel."

She laughed delightedly. "Oooo, a diva, are we? Kurt Hummel, I think you and I are going to get along just fine, white boy," she said with a wink. Kurt felt a grin widen on his face, Tina shooting him a wink.

Suddenly a knock sounded on the door, silencing everyone. The teacher finally looked up from her laptop, closing it gently. "Come in, Mr. Anderson," she called out smoothly.

The door opened to reveal the most gorgeous boy Kurt had ever laid eyes on. He could feel his eyes widen and his heart start to stutter madly in his chest. He could have sworn hes seen that boy before...

"My apologies for my tardiness, Ms. Miglans," he spoke smoothly, his voice unintentionally husky and deep, making Kurt shiver at how masculine it was. "I had a little problem to take care of before class."

Ms. Miglans raised an eyebrow at him, her "Im sure you did," hinting that she knew more than he lead on. "Well, since youve managed to delay the class for three minutes, you will have to compensate by giving me three minutes of your time after class. And you will receive no pass from me if you need more than the remaining three to get to your next class."

He nodded his head, a small smile playing at the edge of his lips. He would still have time, and he knew she wasnt entirely mad. How bad of a delinquent could he be if he had a GPA higher than a 4.0?

Kurt, meanwhile, was unsure if he going to pass out or not. He hadnt really breathed since this God walked into the room. He had unruly ebony curls, which seemed gelled slightly to give them a sense of control, and a gorgeous olive tinted complexion, colored by a slight tan. His eyebrows were oddly triangular, and his face showed signs of a light stubble. He wore dark blue jeans which hugged his form, but not as tight as Kurts did, and a black v-neck which showed just a hint of chest hair and showed his impressive physique. His forearms were bare, and they were so solid and thick, the muscles under them flexing as he shifted his arms.

Kurt swallowed the lump down his throat. He was about to whisper to Mercedes who this creature was when he turned towards Kurt and their gazes met.

You know all those cliches about love at first sight, about angels singing and light shining from the heavens, about souls clicking and fireworks exploding?

Yeah, none of that happened. But both boys did gasp slightly as their gazes connected. Kurt was looking into warm puddles of honey gold, while the boy fell deep into an ocean of clear glaz, which seemed to be swimming of blues, greens, and grays, blue being the most dominant color.

Blaine couldnt believe it. He was half convinced Karoffsky had actually hit him in the head and he was hallucinating. He was tempted to pinch his arms, make sure he wasnt dreaming. What he was looking at had to be real, because intelligent brain or not, there was no way it was capable of conjuring up something so utterly perfect.

He wasnt even exaggerating. Everything, from his chestnut hair coiffed elegantly in a sweep up his head, to his full pink lips, to the tips of his fine boots, was the embodiment of perfect male specimen. Other men might disagree, it was obvious that this one was a bit more effeminate than the stereotype of masculinity. But not for Blaine. What this man was was simply beautiful, a word not many men can possess. His soft cheekbones and porcelain complexion was breathtaking. He felt like frolicking in that hair, like running his tongue over that creamy, milky skin and seeing just what it tastes like...

Kurt watched as the boys cheeks gained a pink tint, making his own face heat up in response. He could feel the blood rushing south, and he knew he couldnt discreetly reposition himself while that gaze was on him, itd be glaringly obvious.

The spell was broken between the two when Ms. Miglans cleared her throat loudly. "Your seat, Mr. Anderson," she said pointedly, her eyebrow raised in question at the two boys. Blushing furiously, both boys looked away hastily, Kurt using that moment to shift in his seat slightly while the boy was looking elsewhere. The class erupted in whispers as Blaine made his way into the seat behind Kurt.

Kurt could feel his ears burning, his embarrassment mixed with his arousal. The fact that the very appearance of this boy was enough to make him hard was mortifying. And if he was going to be completely honest, incredibly exciting.

Blaine tried not to, he really did. Something took over him as he reached out to tangle his foot on the boys ankle, eliciting a small gasp from him. He could see the tips of his ears turn a deeper shade of red, but he made no attempt to dislodge the contact. A small thrill went up Blaines spine at that simple fact.

Kurt could feel Mercedess eyes on him, and he turned his head to her. Her face was twisted into one of concern, and she mouthed You okay? to him. Giving her a shaky smile, he nodded his head unconvincingly. She smirked at him before winking, sending Tina a shake of her head.

They remained that way the entire period, both boys trying desperately to remember where theyd seen the other before. Neither boy could concentrate, their close proximity allowing them to catch each others scent. Kurt had the aroma of fresh jasmine and vanilla, while Blaine had a spicy, sandalwood scent. Their mouths watered as their arousal grew.

The bell rang, and Blaine reluctantly retracted his foot. Kurt had to suppress the urge to whine at the loss of contact. His heart hadnt calmed down since the interaction was initiated, and he still cant fathom why he did nothing to stop it.

Both packed their books quickly, desperate to see the others face. When Kurt turned around the same time Blaine glanced up, their gazes met again.

Suddenly they both realized where theyd seen the other from. Kurt sucked in a gasp as Blaines eyes widened.

"TriangleEyebrowsRSexy," Kurt whispered in disbelief, a smile spreading on his lips.

"ThePorcelainGod," Blaine replied, his own smile widening.

Before both boys could say anything else though, Ms. Miglans spoke up from the back of the room. "Remember, three minutes, Mr. Anderson," she said pointedly. Both boys frowned in disappointment, but Kurt reluctantly rose from his chair, his books close to his chest. He walked to the door, feeling the boys gaze on him. As he reached the doorway, he turned towards him and threw a flirty smile and wink in his direction before waltzing out the door.

Blaines cheeks erupted in color, and he dropped his head to hide the shy, excited smile he knew had blossomed across his face.

Holy shit, they both thought. Hes even more gorgeous in person.

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They didnt see each other again until their last period, Health. Kurt had to run after finding a new route that avoided his locker again, glad he was already aware of healthy diets and such so he didnt need his textbook anyway. Why he needed to take this class as a senior baffled him, but every school is different. When he walked into the room to see the boy from Physics already there, talking to his step-brother, he couldnt help how his face had split into an instant grin.

Blaine noticed when the scent of jasmine and vanilla hit him the moment the boy entered the room. Turning his head from Finn and spotting the boy, his smile could only be described as one of joy. Students started whispering again, no doubt rumors being spread after the incident a few periods ago.

Finn, as oblivious as ever, grinned at his brother and called him forth. "Hey, dude!" he greeted, clapping Kurt on the shoulder. Kurt smiled fondly at his brother, rolling his eyes at him. "Dont call me dude, Finn," he reminded him as he sat in the seat beside him, the one in front of TriangleEyebrowsRSexy. He still couldnt believe the boy was here, that he was in Ohio of all places.

Turning in his seat before Finn could respond, he held a delicate hand out to the boy behind him. "Kurt Hummel," he spoke easily, ignoring the nerves in his heart surprisingly well. The boy smiled genuinely, taking the offered hand into his. Both boys sucked in air quietly as they felt the sparks spread across their skin at the contact.

"Blaine Anderson," he breathed out, sounding just as breathless as Kurt felt. They smiled at each other, not noticing their hands were still clasped tightly between them. Neither did Finn, thankfully.

"Oh! Right, Kurt, this is Blaine, hes one of our male leads in Glee Club," Finn supplied. "Blaine, this is my step-brother, Kurt."

Blaines eyes got impossibly larger as his mouth gaped slightly. "This gorgeous specimen of male perfection is your brother?" he asked incredulously, not even blinking at what words he had just uttered from his mouth. His filter must have been turned off, because he couldnt focus on anything but how high and beautiful Kurts voice was.

Kurts cheeks took on a faint blush as she smirked back, Finns eyebrows scrunching in confusion. "And this replica of Adonis is the oh-so-famous "Robin Hood" Blaine?" he returned easily.

Blaine grinned back cockily, ignoring the way his cheeks warmed slightly. "So youve heard about then, have you, Mr. Hummel?"

"Oh, I knew spray painting the locker rooms wasnt something Finn could come up with on his own," Kurt replied, both ignoring Finns protest of "Hey!" "I had him tell me who the mastermind was behind it. Thank you for that, by the way."

"No problem, babe," Blaine breathed out evenly, both boys slightly shocked and secretly thrilled at the term of endearment. "If you ever need help with anything else, Id be more than happy to help you out," he added lowly, the hidden meaning in it making Kurt shiver excitedly.

"Oh, you can count on it," Kurt whispered, his voice dropping and octave or two from his usual register, making Blaines belly swirl with heat. "Ill be sure to return the favor as well," he added, throwing a flirty wink in afterwards.

The sudden sound of a chair being scrapped against the floor as Finn stood up in quiet fury broke their moment. He glared down at their still joined hands, making them blush as they quickly drew them apart. They had completely forgotten their surroundings.

Before Finn could open his mouth, a voice from the front of the room called out to them. "Mr. Hudson, is there a problem?" he asked irritated. Flushing, Finn sat down quickly, muttering an apology before shooting daggers at Blaine again. But they fell on blind eyes, because the boys had locked gazes again and were smiling suggestively at each other. Kurt turned around, and Blaines foot started rubbing up and down Kurts calf, making Kurt bite back his moan of pleasure.

Guess senior year wasnt going to be all that bad, now was it?