Knock knock. Knock knock.

Blaine Anderson heard a knock on the door to his new house. He, and his mom, had just moved into this house late last night. And they werent completely settled or unpacked there was boxes pretty much everywhere. On the floor, tabletops, his bed, on top of the fridge. At least there was a clear space on top of the countertop because of the most resent box that hed unpacked.

Knock knock.

They had just moved into the house who could possibly...

Blaine just opened the door to reveal the most beautiful boy that he had ever seen. With his hair that looked to be as soft as silk, and his...uhh...Blue? Grey? Green? eyes were so beautiful, like stars. He was wearing skinny-jeans that were tighter than the tightest pair of skinny-jeans that Blaine could even bring himself to try on. No, get on! Never mind walk around in.

"Hi. Im Kurt Hummel, I live just across the street. I made these brownies, its just my way of saying; Welcome to the street." The boy, Kurt, said brightly. His voice was most heavenly voice that Blaine had ever heard.

"Thank you," Blaine said gratefully, as he took the brownies in one hand and went to shake Kurts hand with the other, "My names Blaine Anderson, and I live, well...here." They both laughed, even though Blaine was mentally scolding himself for pointing out the obvious.

"Haha. Well I should hope so, otherwise I would be asking you why the hell you took my brownies."

Blaine chuckled, "Thanks again, for the brownies. I would invite you in, but there are boxes everywhere. Its not very pleasant."

"Its fine. Hey, if you want I could help you unpack," for a second Kurt looked really sure about his suggestion, then he seemed to realise what he had just said, "Sorry. I literally just met you, and now Im basically inviting myself into your house. I shouldnt have...Ill just...go and let you finish getting settled." Kurt made to turn around, but Blaine grabbed his wrist.

"No, no its fine. Dont go, you can help if your willing to. In fact, you dont even have to help." Wow, that came out desperate. Just the Blaine realised that he was still holding onto Kurts wrist, he quickly dropped it. Oh, God. Kurt probably thought he was some sort of freak now. He quickly cleared his throat. "I could use some company anyway, my moms out. I think shes shopping or something."

Kurt looked a little puzzled at first, but eventually shrugged and smiled. "Okay," he said, "but I will be helping you out." Blaine smiled as well and escorted Kurt inside the house.

“Is he hot?” Mercedes keen voice asked over the phone.

“Hot, hot, hot. So freaking hot. Oh, my god.” Kurt replied dreamily. “He‘s so hot, I could cry. But my tears would evaporate because he‘s that hot.”

It was now night time in Lima, Ohio. Kurt was just lying lazily on his bed, telling his best friend, Mercedes, about the people who just moved in across the street, how he'd brought them brownies and then helped Blaine unpack a little.

“Bitch, please, no one and I mean no one is that hot.”

“You won't say that once you see him,” Kurt declared.

“Does he play for your team?”

Kurt pouted, “I don't know!” he whined, “I doubt it. When was the last time you saw someone gay in Lima?”

“Yesterday!” Mercedes cheered.

Kurt frowned and rolled on his side, facing his window. “A gay guy who wasn‘t me.”

“…never.”

“My point exactly,” Kurt said as he looked across the street, noticing a light on in Blaine's house, “so the odds that Blaine is gay are against me and,” Kurt saw a figure moving in the window, he squinted and knelt down by his window curiously, “even if he is, there is an even smaller chance that he‘ll be openly gay or he‘ll even be interested in me.” Kurt's eyes widened as he saw that the figure was Blaine. But what was he doing with his arms?

“So, I take it you‘re interested in him?” said Mercedes suggestively.

“T-that‘s totally besides the p-” weightlifting. Blaine was shirtless and he was weightlifting. “p-point.” Kurt watched as Blaine put down the weights and started flexing his arm muscles.

Kurt nearly fell over at the sight.

He cleared his throat. “M-Mercedes, I think I‘ll have to call you back.” Kurt didn't even wait for her reply before hanging up.

He watched in awe as Blaine flexed and stretched his muscles - Kurt assumed he was in front of a mirror because of some of the sexy faces he was pulling. Kurt shivered as he felt some of his blood run south. Never in all his teenage years had he been exposed to something so amazing, beautiful and - to say it again - hot.

What was he doing? He was staring at his neighbour! He shouldn't be doing this. It was wrong. Kurt knew it was wrong, but…he couldn't take his eyes away. How could he? He'd only seen men do such poses in those Muscle magazines that he'd gotten of April Rhodes in Sophomore year and seeing it in real life, even from a distance, was so utterly-

What was that? Blaine stopped flexing!

“No! No, no, no, no, no, no, no. No!” Kurt watched helplessly as Blaine took a gulp of water from his flask and turned his bedroom light off. Kurt could still see the outline of Blaine's figure walk over to his window and close his blinds, blocking Kurt's vision into his room. “FUCK!” he yelled.

“Kurt, are you okay?” Kurt's dad called up the stairs upon hearing the outburst.

“I‘m fine,” he called back, “just stubbed my toe,” he lied.

Kurt didn't know what had happened. In just a matter of days he'd gone from bad flirt to pervert. He didn't mean for it to become a habit, but it did. What was he to do? Blaine was a hot guy who happened to work out a little bit every night and Kurt was just a horny teenager who happened to be looking fondly out of his window at the same time… Nothing wrong with that? Right?

Okay, here's how it went. On Saturday he met his new neighbour and saw said neighbour work out a little.

On Sunday, at the same time, Kurt saw his neighbour work out again.

Same on Monday.

Now it was Tuesday and what was Kurt doing? Not trying to break the habit but he was encouraging it. That was the only thing he could think to call it. He was standing in a shop queue buying binoculars for fucks sake!

“Hi, Kurt!”

Kurt jumped as an enthusiastic greeted him in the queue. “Jesus Christ!” he gasped, “Blaine, you scared me!”

“Sorry,” shrugged Blaine, glancing down to the box. “Ooh, binoculars! What are they for? Birdwatching?”

Kurt blushed bright red to the tips of his ears, “Erm,” he laughed awkwardly, “Yeah…bird watching.” he smiled. “I love birds; robins, humming birds, pigeons…penguins.” Kurt stop talking!

Blaine laughed, “I doubt you‘ll find any penguins in Ohio.”

“I know! Just an example.” Kurt chuckled nervously.

“So, I just wanted to thank you again for helping me unpack.” Blaine said.

“Oh, it was nothing, it‘s not like I did much; I only unpacked your plates and stuff.”

“Yeah, but if you didn‘t do that, me and my mom wouldn‘t of been able to have dinner that first night.” Blaine placed his hand on his chest and sighed dramatically, “Our hero.” Kurt shook his head in amusement. “Anyway, my mom wanted me to thank you again for the brownies…”

“Oh, that was nothing, you guys just happened to move in when I was having a baking frenzy.” Kurt shrugged.

“Well, she really liked them and she wanted me to give you these,” Blaine held out a small container of chocolate chip cookies.

“Aww, that‘s so sweet. But you guys didn‘t have to give me anything back.”

“We know that. But she insists that you have them… After I buy them, that is.”

“Sounds logical enough. I don‘t want to look like a cookie thief.” They both smiled.

“And, in case your wondering, that‘s my mom over there.” Kurt looked to where Blaine was pointing. Blaine's mom was shorter then Blaine. She had long black hair and a basket full of groceries.

“I can see where you get your height,” Kurt joked. For a second, he was worried that he'd offended Blaine, but thankfully, Blaine laughed.

After a few more minutes, Kurt bought his binoculars and Blaine bought the cookies.

“Here,” Blaine handed Kurt the cookies, Kurt accepted them with a thank you. “Well, I‘m going to help my mom finish shopping. Enjoy your bird watching.” Blaine dashed over to his mom, who was nearly dropping a carton of milk.

Wednesday.

Well, Tuesday was a total bust. Blaine didn't work out, he just lay down on his bed and played on his laptop. Then he went to bed. So apparently, Blaine worked out on the weekends, on Mondays, but not on Tuesdays. Wednesdays? We'll see…

Blaine's bedroom light flicked on. Here we go…

Yes. Tonight was the night. Blaine took off his shirt and picked up his weights.

Kurt turned off his bedroom light and grabbed his binoculars. Kurt's pupils dilated as he watched Blaine's toned muscles contract and release. He gazed longingly at Blaine's toned abdomen and the dark trail of hair below his belly button that lead to beneath his pants. Kurt's mouth watered. Was everything about this boy across the street so utterly delicious?

Then Blaine was flexing again, like he always did. It was like he was working up look like something; maybe he wanted his body to look a certain way to impress someone… or maybe he had a high ego and just loved checking himself out. Either option was possible, but right now Kurt didn't care as long as he got to watch.

Thursday.

He'd crossed the line. From the beginning he knew he was crossing a line, but the thing is he was only human. What do humans do? They do stuff for as long as they can get away with it. Oh, god. This was bad. This was really, really bad.

What was so bad, you ask? Well…

It was a somewhat normal day. Kurt saw Blaine pick up his weights and so he collected his binoculars. Blaine was just starting to flex when-

Disaster struck.

Blaine happened to glance in Kurt's direction and it was only for a second, a second that normally wouldn't have mattered. But it did. Kurt realised something was wrong when Blaine did a double take and when to look in Kurt's direction again.

On instinct, Kurt dove down out of sight.

He'd been spotted.

At first, Kurt thought he was just being paranoid, there was no way Blaine could have definitely seen what Kurt was doing unless-

Oh shit.

Kurt's bedroom light was on.

Well, it looked like Kurt was going to kiss New York goodbye because he was so dead.

Saturday.

Friday had come and gone. Thankfully, no police, angry mothers or angry Blaine had shown up on his doorstep. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe Blaine hadn't seen him, or you know, just accepted him as just a trick of the light.

It didn't stop him from watching on Friday night. Hey don't judge him! He thought he could just see if anything was different to normal; if Blaine had shut his blinds or seemed awkward with his routine, Kurt would know that Blaine knew he saw something.

But, nothing was out of the ordinary. Blaine's routine did seem a little longer than usual, but Kurt just assumed that it only seemed longer because he was looking for signs that Blaine was off about anything in his workout.

“Hey Kurt!”

“Jesus, Blaine, you have got to stop sneaking up on me in public.” Kurt was at the mall, waiting for Mercedes to show up because there was a sale on.

“Sorry,” said Blaine, though they both knew he wasn't really sorry. “What you up to?”

“Nothing, just waiting for my friend, Mercedes. She heard there was a sale on somewhere, and now I have to wait for her because that bitch is late.”

“What‘s this about me, white boy?” Mercedes quipped from behind him, startling Kurt.

“I was just telling Blaine how…” Kurt thought of nice words, “amazing you are and how much I love you for pointing out the sales.”

“Mmhmm,” Mercedes nodded, “that‘s what I thought you said.” Mercedes smiled and gave Kurt a hug. “And who are you?” she asked Blaine.

“This is Blaine,” Kurt answered.

“Oh, you‘re the guy who just moved in across the street!”

“That‘s me,” Blaine nodded. “And you‘re Mercedes, I assume.” Blaine held out his hand for Mercedes to shake. She took it.

“Yes, I am.” Mercedes looked at Blaine from head to toe. “I like your bowtie.”

“Oh,” Blaine smiled, “thank you. Erm… I‘ve got to go now, but you two enjoy shopping.” Blaine winked and wondered off.

“We will,” Kurt called after him. He turned to Mercedes, “well…” Kurt asked, looking for approval.

“That has got to be one of the most hottest men I have ever seen.” Mercedes said, still staring in the direction Blaine left.

Kurt laughed, slyly bending down to whisper in her ear; “I saw him first.”

“You bitch!” Mercedes exclaimed, playfully hitting his arm. “But, what if he‘s straight?”

“The rule still applies; I saw him first, I get dibs.”

Mercedes huffed, linking with Kurt. “You‘re lucky I love you.”

Kurt smirked, smugly.

Saturday (continued).

Dinner with his family had run later than usual. So by the time Kurt reached his room, he automatically skidded over to his binoculars; after his encounter with Blaine in the mall, the lack of awkwardness made Kurt almost positive that Blaine didn't know that Kurt watched him workout.

By now, Blaine should be about halfway through his workout. Kurt briefly glanced through his window. Blaine's light was on. Good.

He settled himself at his window and put on his binoculars.

Blaine's figure wasn't there. And there was something on Blaine's window, blocking the light ever so slightly. Paper, Kurt eventually figured out. There was something written on it. Kurt adjusted his binoculars to make the writing clearer.

Kurt's stomach dropped as he read what paper said:

Sorry, I'm out tonight - Blaine.

Oh. My. God. Blaine knew.

Blaine knew.

Kurt lowered his binoculars, mortified.

Well, shit.