At the end of the day, he had met up with Mr. Schue in his office before he entered the choir room.

“Okay everyone, this is the new guy, Blaine Anderson.” Mr. Schue had called to the entire room as he entered alongside Blaine. Blaine had walked to the centre of the room with a large smile and looked around at the other students, before he met the eyes of a blue-green eyed cheerleader with perfectly coiffed hair and Blaine instantly felt his heart melt when the boy smiled down at him.

Blaine's voice and breath had become stuck in his throat as he stared at the cheerleader, being unable to break eye contact until Mr. Schue grasped him on the shoulder.

“Blaine, you need to audition.” Mr. Schue said, looking a bit concerned for his student who had been staring of into space, not noticing his other student who was still staring at Blaine even though the others had drifted back into their conversations.

“Oh, yeah. Sorry, my bad.” Blaine muttered, looking back over at the coiffed boy. Blaine had a sudden need to know his name.

“Kurt, will you sing with Blaine?” Mr. Schue asked, looking over at the cheerleader. Kurt.

“I would, Mr. Schue, but I'd rather watch him sing from here.” Kurt replied, not moving from his seat. Blaine's heart melted again at the sound of his voice. Mr. Schue simply nodded before he motioned for him to go ahead. Blaine moved over to the pianist to tell him what song to play before he moved back to his spot as Teenage Dream started to play.

You think I'm pretty without any make up on
You think I'm funny when I tell the punchline wrong
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, we'll be young forever

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's runaway 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, we'll be young forever

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's runaway 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'm a get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight

You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's runaway 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'm a get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight

Kurt was sure that Blaine had no idea how he was turning him on right now, or how badly he wanted to put his hands on him. But by the way Blaine kept looking back at him while he sang with a large grin, Kurt was now sure he did. Everyone was speechless when Blaine had finished and it was only Mr. Schue who spoke up, making Blaine break eye contact with Kurt again.

“Wow, Blaine, that was fantastic. And I think I speak for everyone when I say that. Come on guys, give him a round of applause.” Mr. Schue said, his eyes wide as the group started to clap loudly, almost drowning out Mr. Schue's second 'Wow'.

Blaine looked back up at Kurt then and was happy when he saw the large grin on his face. Blaine smiled back as he went and took a seat beside a short, brown haired girl who automatically shook his hand and introduced herself as Rachel Berry. Blaine couldn't keep much of his attention on Rachel, because he kept looking down at Kurt, who happened to be turning back to look at him. Blaine felt himself blush as the other boy whipped back around in his seat when he noticed that Blaine had seen him looking, but Blaine saw the back of his pale neck brighten as he blushed.

Blaine happened to see the guy beside Rachel glaring at him as Rachel talked enthusiastically at him, so Blaine sat forward so he could look at him properly.

“Hey, its alright, you don't have to worry about me with your girlfriend. I'm gay.” Blaine said, a little too loud as the boy's glare faded as he looked past him to the back of Kurt's head, at least Blaine thought it was the back of his head. Actually, when Blaine had spoken, everyone had stopped talking and had either turned to look at him or Kurt, who had spun in his chair to look at Blaine, who had his back to him.

A look of shock was on Kurt's face as he stared at the boy who he thought had been straight, they all are. The shock disappeared into a grin as Blaine turned back around, having noticed the silence. Kurt quickly stuck his hand out towards Blaine when Blaine's eyes fell on him.

“Hi, I'm Kurt Hummel, and you really have to let me take you out for coffee sometime.” Kurt said quickly as Blaine took his hand and gently shook it. Blaine was surprised to fell how soft it was, and he had a sudden need to feel how soft his neck and lips were.

“Ah, Blaine Anderson, and I'd love to.” Blaine said, feeling his face heat up as everyone stared at him, but Kurt simply smiled at him.

“Great, how about after Glee?” Kurt asked, not dropping his hand, much to Blaine's pleasure. A smile crept onto Blaine's face.

“Definitely.” Blaine replied as Mr. Schue cleared his throat. Kurt reluctantly dropped his gaze and hand as he turned back in his seat, but Blaine noticed that he was now sitting higher in his seat. Blaine had a sudden impulse to card his hands through Kurt's hair, but he somehow knew that if he did, Kurt would kill him. Blaine smiled at the thought of his hands threading through the boys perfectly coiffed hair, and he hardly heard what Mr. Schue had to say for the rest of the hour. He had a date with a perfect boy, who still kept looking back at him, even when he got up to sing a duet with the dark skinned cheerleader beside him.

Blaine was sure he had never heard a more perfect version of 4 minutes in his life. Blaine had a date with this boy, could life get any better?