The beautiful boy who seemed to have a different scarf for every day of the week. Today it was a deep blood red scarf, wrapped artistically round his slender neck like it had been made just for him.

God Blaine wished he could get up the courage to step outside his house and just talk to him. He didn't even know his name, but he knew he loved the boy.

He watched him carefully check the road before he crossed it, hands searching in his leather messenger bag as he went.

Blaine simply watched, his heart doing a little flip as the bright azure eyes flicked up to his window. Blaine smiled simply and returned his attention to the guitar in his lap.

One day. One day Blaine would go say hi. One day when he wasn't feeling quite so nervous.

One day.