"This could be the start of something new. It feels so right to be here with you, and now looking in your eyes. I feel in my heart, the start of something new." – Start Of Something New : High School Musical

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Friday January 20, 2012

Dear Kurt,

You don't know how happy I was to see you show up tonight!

Oh god, god I was so nervous. I was so scared. You don't even know. I thought, i ... I thought you weren't going to show. I thought you were going to stand me up. I thought you just said that you would go to make me feel good and stop bothering you.

But you came!

Wes and David tried comforting me telling me that you were going to show and that I had nothing to worry about. I should have believed then. I mean you even asked me if it was alright if you brought your friend! That should have completely told me that you were coming and I should have had no doubt in my mind. I mean, who asks to bring a friend and then doesn't show? (By the way, I glad you brought her, gave Wes and David something to be distracted by.) But for some reason I just couldn't get the thought of you not showing up out of my head. But there you were looking absolutely stunning and perfectly beyond perfect. Just the way I remembered you looking like. But then again you could have been wearing sweats and you still would have looked absolutely amazing. Because that's how you are. And then you told me how it would have been impossible for you not to come. And that made my heart scream.

You love coffee, just as much as I do! This is going to be so easy!

I can't believe I sang and dedicated Teenage Dream to you! That must have been complete embarrassing, strange and awkward in your position. Don't even get me started on songs I choose. I can't believe the songs I sang. YOU WERE THERE and I still sang the most stupidest song in the word about my ex! I even began to cry while singing it! How baby-ish is that? I was trying to impress you and all I did was make myself look like an idiot. I'm so embarrassed. I really hope no one noticed. Especially you. That song…that song…that song is something else. I just can't believe I put it on my set list for tonight. I'm so sorry.

Oh, and thanks you scaring me shitless but saying Wes and David told you I was completely utter madly in love with you! I can't believe your tricked me like that. If Wes and David actually did this I would probably have to murder them.

I like you, Kurt.

And I don't want to ruin anything that we might possible, could have. So when you said that I thought I was ruined everything. That you would have been scared of me and you would want to run away. I don't want that to happen. I can't have that happen. But you were joking and I fell for it like the loser I am. So I threw my guitar pick at you. I shocked not only you but myself when I did it. I don't let anyone touch that. I don't let it out of my hands or sight. But I threw it at you. Then you said you were going to keep it because it hit you in the face. And I let you. What you're going to do with it? I have no clue. I let you keep the guitar pick that never leaves my side. Consider yourself lucky.

Little did you know, that was my favorite and lucky guitar pick.

Blaine

Ps. You said you'd see me next Friday? That means you coming without me asking? Am i dreaming? This is perfect! I can't wait to see you gorgeous face again!

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Thursday January 19, 2012

"Yo! Hummel!" Mercedes voice echoed through the school hallway. She'd walked over to me. "Where have you been? What have you been doing? Ever since you skipped Glee on Monday, you've been acting different! You've been so distance. What's gotten into you, white boy?" Her voice in my ear broke my train of thoughts. I closed my locker, leaned my back against it dazed, as I hugged my books tight. I probably looked like some schoolgirl who just got her first kiss. "Kurt? You alright? Should I get the nurse?"

"I met someone." The sound of my voice sounded uncertain. Like I questioned if I should be telling her. But she's my best friend; I can tell her everything, right? Worse comes to worse, she'll be mad that I didn't tell her sooner. I glanced at her from the corner of my eyes. Her eyes wide with a mixture of confusion and surprise.

"Boy! What are you talking about?" she asked shaking her head. "Are you sure you're alright?" I laughed half-heartedly.

"Monday. I skipped Glee and went to Borders and I met someone." I hoped she wouldn't ask why I skipped. I just hope the 'meeting someone' part would distract her. I hugged my books tighter and looked at the ceiling.

"Oh my gosh, details! Now!" she squealed. I smiled at her.

"His name is Blaine. He's a tad shorter than me. So handsome. He has black hair. It was gelled down, but it looked like a few curls were popping out. Ugh; so cute. And his eyes! Oh my gaga, his eyes were so gorgeous!" my stomach flipped at the thought of him.

"Did you get him number?" her sentence rushed as if we wouldn't have time to finished our conversation. But we obviously could, considering we had Glee next and we could talk in there.

"Well I gave him mine and texted me, we've been texting non-stop ever since! He even invited me to this coffee shop he performs at, this Friday so I could watch his set!" Mercedes squealed. "But I'm so nervous, I don't know if I want to go." I paused. Mercedes smiled faded from her face. "Oh! Mercedes! Come with me! Please! I don't want to go by myself, I'm so nervous!" She bit her lip. Uncertain of what she should say.

"No, I couldn't just intrude like that, Kurt." She looked at me.

"No, no. you wouldn't be intruding. Please. Please. PLEASE!" I grabbed her arm and pleaded. "I'd get on my knees and beg, but these are my brand new Marc Jacobs pants and who knows what has been on this floor." Me, on Monday. I mentally winced, but pushed the bad thoughts away.

"I guess I could go." She paused and examined my face. Then continued with, "Only of its okay with Blaine, though." she winked at me as she spoke Blaine's name. I jumped with excitement.

"I'll text him right now!" I whipped out my phone and began to write, 'Hi Blaine, How are you? About Friday, I was wondering if I could bring my friend Mercedes. She loves live music and would love to come! Please?' and hit send. Within a few seconds was a reply, 'Hello Kurt! :) I'm great! And how is your gorgeous face on this lovely day? Of course she can come! I'd love to meet her! My friends Wes & David will also be there.' My heart fluttered at the comment about my face. Does he really think my face is gorgeous? He's probably just saying that. I shook off the comment and replied with, 'That's fantastic! I great! Thank you. Can't wait till tomorrow it's going to be amazing!' I linked arms with Mercedes. "All set Cedes! Can't wait!"

"Awesome!" she exclaimed as we began to walk arm in arm to Glee. As we reached the door, I screamed.

"CEDES!" She looked at me shocked from my outburst. "You have to come over tonight and help me pick out and outfit!" She began to laugh and rolled her eyes. I looked at her with seriousness. "I'm serious! I have to look good! No, not good. GREAT!" she snickered.

"You always look fabulous." she said and shook her head walking over to Tina.

Friday, January 20, 2012 5:55pm

I walked in to the little coffee cafe with a little strut and arm in arm with Mercedes. I felt confident and strong. I glanced around, a lot of people sat at the tables. Some engulfed in conversation while the few others watched and listened to the lady singing awfully to a Shania Twains song. It sounded more like karaoke to me. Walking into the little coat room they had, I slowly slipped of my jacket hoping not to mess anything that I was wearing, up. I began to feel my confidence slipping.

For some strange odd reason, I felt like I need to "dress to impress". There was just something about Blaine that made me feel this way. I don't particularly like it. Hanging up my coat I noticed a mirror on the opposite wall. That's when my confidence disappeared completely. I turned to look in to it, to make sure I looked perfectly fine and ready to impress. I wore knee high Doc Martens, skin tight black skinny jeans (they fit my legs just right ;), and cute red Alexander McQueen sweater. I looked hot when I left my house, but right now, I don't know how I feel. After I approved of my clothes (the best I could), I began to mess with my hair. Mentally freaking out, telling myself that I shouldn't be here.

"Kurt." Mercedes voice didn't process in my mind. I began to mess with this piece of hair that was starting to fall out of place. It just wouldn't stay in place. For a slight second I debated if I should bolt to the door and leave. "Kurt!" Mercedes hand grabbed my wrist. I looked at her in the mirror. She pulled my arm down to my side. "You look fine, great, fabulous! And if this Blaine guy can see that, then he isn't he right guy for you. Okay?" I felt tears starting to fill my eyes but I blinked and swallowed them. It's not every day you have an amazing friend like Mercedes. I didn't have to say "Thank you," because I knew she read it in my eyes. She let go if my wrist, gave me a quick comforting smile and began to walk toward to the cafe. I took one last look in the mirror and walked away, searching my mind for my lost confidence that I had about 5 minutes ago.

I reached Mercedes just as she found a little table for us to sit at. I looked around becoming nervous when I didn't see Blaine anywhere. Did he decide not to show? And I'd look like an idiot, because I believed this was real? But my eyes soon detected him and my thoughts subsided. He stood leaning against a counter near the back side corner of the cafe. He wore skinny dark jeans and a plain white V-neck. Either my heart stopped or my breath hitched as my eyes wondered over his white V-neck, it hugged his torso perfectly. His guitar was leaning against the counter next to him. He had his arms crossed over his chest while tapping his foot and looking around anxiously. He was biting his lip as well. He seemed nervous. But I could understand, he was performing in a few. Unless, something else was bothering him?

Two people stood on either side of him. I only see the backs of them but from my guess it's his friends Wes and David, which he was talking about. They seemed to be trying to comfort him for some reason. But then, his eyes found mine. His face literally lit up and a huge smile grew on his face. Did his eyes just sparkle? My heart fluttered, I smiled at him and felt heat grow on my face. I looked down at my hands. Quickly glancing at Mercedes, she just stared at me smirking and slightly laughing. She must have known that I found him in the room.

Looking up back at Blaine again, I saw Wes and David slowly turn their heads, searching for me. Both of their eyes laid on me and their heads snapped back looking at Blaine. I couldn't hear what they said, but Blaine's eyes glances between the both of them, his face wearing a guilty smile, and he chuckled shaking his head.

"I'm going to go get us some coffee." Mercedes spoke. I looked at here and nodded. "Grande Nonfat Mocha, right?" I smirked.

"Does it ever change?" I responded, giving a little smartass smirk and a shoulder shrug. When she left, I was afraid to turn back and to look at Blaine. Would it be to creepy if I starred? Well it's not really starring is it? Okay, yea…it's starring. I'll just look at my hands and wait for him to go on, and then I'll have a reason to stare, right? Yes. Yes, of course. A tap on my shoulder jumped me out of my thoughts. Startled, I jumped from my seat, standing now, I turn to see who it was and took a step back.

"Blaine?" I held my hand over my heart. I searched his expression. Confusion and concern. Joy. I really don't feeling like explaining my jumpiness to someone I just met. Considering, no one else knows. "You scared me." I then, practically jumped in his arms giving him a tight hug. So glad it was just him. Not like it'd be anyone else..? Wait, a hug? Did I just jump…into…his…arms? I barely know this guy! Blaine's arms wrapped around me for a tight comforting squeeze and then they were gone. I let go of him backing away slowly, watching his face as I moved.

"I didn't mean to scare you." He chuckled a little. "I just wanted to talk to you before I went on." He smiled. "Thank you so for coming. I was so nervous; I thought you weren't going to show." He began to trail off.

"Of course I came." I smiled and rubbed his shoulder in comfort. Why do I keep touching him? "Why wouldn't I have? This really nice guy asked me nicely to come see his show, at a coffee shop. Coffee. Nice guy. Good coffee. Live music. More coffee." Blaine laughed. "It sounded fantastic! I don't see why I wouldn't have come." Blaine rubbed the back of his neck, trying to cover up the blush that rose up on his face.

"I was just nervous." he shrugged. Mercedes sat down at the table and handed me my coffee. I raised it up at Blaine then took a sip.

"You." Mercedes spoke to Blaine. "Must be the guy Kurt has been smitten over for the past week." I choked on my coffee. Blaine and Mercedes turned to look me. Blush covered my face completely; I quickly looked away from them and took another swallow of coffee. They turned back to each other. Blaine laughed and rubbed the back of his neck again.

"I believe so." he stuck out his hand. "Blaine." he said with his million dollar smile. Mercedes took his hand, "Mercedes." The microphone squeaked. I winced. I turned my attention to the stage. This old guy and no hair attempted to make the microphone high. Thank God that karaoke girl is gone. She was absolutely terrible. The old man gave up and just decided to bend down to speak.

"Well," he coughed. "Now that's Sarah is done with her," he pauses and looked around, his face said that he was determining to pick the right word, "lovely? Performance. Now, time for our Friday regular and lead singer for the Warblers at Dalton Academy, Blaine Anderson!" Applause went around the room. Mercedes looked at me suspiciously and then to Blaine.

"Lead singer? Dalton Academy?" Blaine gave a guilty smile and shrug. "Oh hell no." She shook her head. "Don't tell Rachel." she said to me. Blaine placed his hand on my shoulder.

"Well, that's me. I got to go. I'll talk to you after." Blaine walked to the counter grabbed his guitar then continued to the stage. The old guy placed a stool behind the microphone. Blaine quietly thanked the man and sat down. He placed the guitar on his lap, fixed the mic and then grabbed a guitar pick from his pocket. He cleared his throat and then spoke.

"Hello, everyone." He gave a head nod. He began strumming a cords to make it was in tune. "I'm Blaine Anderson. I perform here ever Friday night at 6. So if you love me, which you probably will." He winked at the crowd. The crowd laughed. I raised my eyebrows. Cocky? "Come check me out next Friday, and the one after that, and the one after that. Don't worry; I don't play the same stuff. This first song, I just had to play. Considering my new friend," Our eyes locked as if he was talking to me. "Seemed to like it so much." He chuckled and began the song.

"You think I'm pretty without any makeup on. You think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong." I began to laugh and shook my head. Oh, so he was talking to me. "I know you get me. So I let my walls come down, down.

Before you met me, I was alright but things were kinda heavy. You brought me to life. Now every February, You'll be my Valentine, Valentine.

Let's go all the way tonight. No regrets, just love. We can dance, until we die. You and I, will be young forever.

You make me feel, like I'm livin' a Teenage dream. The way you turn me on. I can't sleep. Let's run away and Don't ever look back, Don't ever look back.

My heart stops when you look at me. Just one touch now baby I believe. This is real. So take a chance and Don't ever look back, Don't ever look back.

We drove to Cali, and got drunk on the beach. Got a motel and built a fort out of sheets. I finally found you my missing puzzle piece. I'm complete.

Let's go all the way tonight. No regrets, just love. We can dance, until we die. You and I, will be young forever.

You make me feel like I'm livin' a Teenage dream. The way you turn me on. I can't sleep. Let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back.

My heart stops when you look at me. Just one touch now baby I believe this is real. So take a chance and don't ever look back, don't ever look back.

I'mma get your heart racing in my skin tights jeans. Be your teenage dream tonight. Let you put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans. Be your teenage dream tonight.

You. You make me feel like I'm livin' a Teenage dream. The way you turn me on. I can't sleep. Let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back. No!

My heart stops when you look at me. Just one touch now baby I believe. This is real. So take a chance and don't ever look back, don't ever look back.

I'mma get your heart racing in my skin tights jeans. Be your teenage dream tonight. Let you put your hands on me in my skin tight jeans. Be your teenage dream tonight."

When he ended the song, ever one clapped. His version of the song was amazing, absolutely breath taking and his voice. Oh my gaga, his singing voice. I thought his regular voice was amazing.

"Thank you." Blaine said his smile could brighten up a whole room. So Blaine liked being on stage. I could tell performing is what he wants to do in life. Why is he so perfect? Blaine began to talk again, but I didn't hear what he said. To chairs were pulled up to my table and two boys sat down. I eyed them carefully as I took another sip of my coffee.

"You must be Kurt." The Asian one said. I swallowed hard and nodded. I glanced over to Mercedes. She had her What-The-Fuck-Do-You-Think-You're-Doing-face glare on. She starred at them.

"My apologies for this one," The dark skinned one finally spoke and elbowed the other in the side. "I'm David and this rude idiot is Wes. Blaine's friends." I nodded already knowing who they were.

"Yes, I'm Kurt." I spoke, barely a whispered. David smiled at me.

"Phew, good. For a second I thought you got the wrong guy Dav. Do you know how embarrassed you'd be? I could only imagine." David rolled his eyes at Wes. I raised an eyebrow. Are these people for real? I looked over at Mercedes again. Her facial expression blank. She looked at me in an asking way. I just shrugged and looked back at Wes and David.

"So," Wes began. "Our boy Blaine over there," he pointed to the stage. "Is the best guy in the world, trust? He'll do anything for the people he loves. But he never does anything for himself." David shook his head in agreement. "For multiple reason." David elbowed him again. "But for some reason he went and found you on his own." I sat there confused. What's the point of this conversation? Found me on his own? I was shopping in Borders…?

"How? We will never know." David added. "So we think that's changing and were happy about it. We're happy to see him happy."

"He's actually been very happy since he met you." Wes interrupted.

"Even began texting in class." David practically yelled.

"And talking about you nonstop, actually. It's so weird." David elbowed him again. I blushed at this information.

"Anyway," David said slight annoyed looking at Wes. Wes looked at him and mouthed, What? "If you break our boy's heart, we may have to pound you 6 feet into the ground." Wes smiled at me. My eyes went wide. No, no. this can't be happening. Being threatened, by Blaine's friends? Mercedes gasped.

"Oh hell no. You didn't just threaten my boy Kurt." Mercedes yelled. Wes and David held their hands up in surrender. Obviously, not wanting to start anything in the coffee shop. "If your boy or you guys hurt Kurt in anyway, I will call all of New Directions on your ass. We'll beat sectional and regionals right out of you!" Wes and David looked shocked at Mercedes outburst. But then smirked.

"So were on the same page?" Wes said. "You're looking out for your boy and were looking out for ours and we both know they won't hurt each other, and then we should be perfectly fine. Truce?" Mercedes thought about the idea.

"We're not even going out?" My voiced squeaked while I spoke. Wes' faced scrunched up.

"True. So now there is defiantly no reason to be pounded each other into the ground." Wes smirked at us. Mercedes laughed and responded with, "True."

"Oh hey, Blaine is starting another song!" David said. The three turned their heads to watch Blaine. I sat there bewildered. What the fuck was the point of having that conversation? Like I seriously don't understand. And how the hell is Mercedes all cool with this now? I'm so confused. Blaine's next few words broke my train of thought.

"This song an old one. It is about a breakup that happened a while ago long time ago, actually. But it's forgotten and now I'm just looking at what can possibly be my future." Blaine face fell fast; this song seemed to bring back memories. Memoires that didn't seem to good. Not good at all.

"I know I can't take one more step towards you, Cause all that's waiting is regret." He voice strong as he began the song. "And don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore? You lost the love I loved the most.

I learned to live, half-alive and now you want me one more time.

And who do you think you are? Running' 'round leaving scars. Collecting your jar of hearts and tearing love apart.

You're gonna catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul. So don't come back for me. Who do you think you are?" He sang every syllable.

"I hear you're asking all around. If I am anywhere to be found, I have grown too strong to ever fall back in your arms.

I've learned to live, half-alive. Now you want me one more time.

Who do you think you are? Runnin' 'round leaving scars. Collecting your jar of hearts and tearing love apart.

You're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul. So don't come back for me. Who do you think you are?

Dear, it took so long just to feel alright. Remember how to put back the light in my eyes.

I wish I had missed the first time that we kissed. 'Cause you broke all your promises and now you're back you don't get to get me back." His voice began to shake as he sang these last few lines. I felt his pain through his voice. He's one of those people who could make you feel the way they feel while singing. And what he was feeling wasn't too much fun. I felt my heart begin to ache for him. This guy I barely knew.

"Who do you think you are? Runnin' 'round leaving scars. Collecting your jar of hearts and tearing love apart.

You're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul. So don't come back for me, don't come back at all.

And who do you think you are? Runnin' 'round leaving scars. Collecting your jar of hearts and tearing love apart.

You're gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul. Don't come back for me. Don't come back at all. Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are? Who do you think you are?" his voice faded out. I looked up to him and I swear I saw him wipe a tear away.

I don't remember the rest of his set. I stopped pay attention after I saw him wipe a tear away. I became lost in my thoughts. I didn't notice anything in my surrounds till I felt the table move and someone speak my name. I cleared my mind and looked to see who it was. Blaine. I looked at the rest of the table and noticed Wes, David, and Mercedes weren't sitting there anymore. Where'd they go?

"Hey Kurt!" Blaine smiled at me. My heart fluttered. Why does he have this effect on me? He's obviously still heart-broken. I can't just fall for him now. I can't. I can't. I can't. I won't set myself up for heart break. I breathed in then out.

"Hello Blaine. You did fantastic!" I said maybe a little to enthused. "Oh, and thanks for the shout out." Blush filled his cheeks.

"Thank you. I really glad you enjoyed it." He played with his fingers. I nodded. "I hope Wes and David didn't bother you too much. I saw them talking to you during the show." I rolled my eyes and chuckled, shaking my head. "Oh god," Blaine replied placing his head in his hands. "What'd they say?"

"No, no. nothing bad. Nothing bad at all." He looked at me confused, but he face softened to a smile. Oo, I could have fun with this. "You know, just that you're completely and totally in love with me." Blaine eyes widen in fear.

"Wait! What? I never…wait, huh. Oh my god. I could... are you...?" Blaine stammered. I began to laugh uncontrollably.

"I'm kidding Blaine! I'm kidding." I couldn't stop laughing. "You should have saw your face!" I then felt something small hit my face. "Hey! What the..." A guitar pick landed in my hand. "Did you just throw this at me?" My voice squeaked. He nodded and stuck his tongue out at me. "Oh very mature Blaine. Just for that I'm keeping this." He just shrugged.

"Take it. I don't need it." He smirked. Just then the worse happened.

"Let's have some fun, this beat is sick. I wanna take a ride on your disco stick. Don't think too much just bust that stick. I wanna take a ride on your disco stick. Let's play a love game, play a love game. Do you want love or you want fame? Are you in the game? Doin' the love game!" I sighed. Blaine laughed.

"You still have that as your ringtone? You might want to change it." He moved his face close to mine over the table. "People are starring because of it." He whispered. I felt my heart stop as he spoke, but then it ached as he backed away. I shook it off. I opened my phone to a text from Mercedes. It read:

Hey Kurt. I'm at the car. My parents want me home. I'm so sorry. But we have to go.

I sighed again. "I'm sorry Blaine; I have to bring Mercedes home." His face fell a little but he tried to hide it with a quick smile and a response of, "I'll walk you to the door." It was a little strange considering where in a coffee shop. But whatever. I grabbed my coat and began to put it on. I noticed Blaine staring at me as I did it. When it was fully on I walked over to Blaine.

"Well goodbye Blaine." I gave him a small hug and pulled away. "I guess I'll see you next Friday at the same place, same time." I winked. "I'll text you!" and before he could respond I was out the door.

When I got home, I threw off my jacket, not greeting anyone as I ran to the garage to find a drill. When I found it, I searched my pocket for Blaine's guitar pick. I drilled a clean straight hole at the wide end of it. I put the drill back and ran to my bedroom. Quickly searching for a chain, when one was found, I placed the silver chain through the hole on the guitar pick and then hooked the necklace around my neck. I walked over to my mirror to examine my new necklace.

Not really my style. But I'll just hide it, I thought. I smiled and tucked it into my shirt. I fell onto my bed repeating the same squeal and words I spoke on Monday.

Best. Day. Ever.