Ah, shit. He was late – again. He didn't even know how he managed this but it seemed like Blaine was late for every performance the Warblers ever had. He had to get to the senior commons in like, 38 seconds. As he rushed his way past all the kids on the stairs who were headed in the same direction, he heard a shy voice call “Excuse me? Um, hi, can I ask you a question? I'm new here,” He didn't know what it was that stopped him. He could have let someone else help the boy out, he could have pretended not to hear him – he was in a rush after all – but something made him turn around, something he would later determine had been fate.

And later happened approximately two seconds afterwards.

Blaine spun around on the spot, pocket-watch in hand as he checked the time (1:28. Shit, I really shouldn't be stopping.). But all thoughts of promptness were lost as he looked into the glasz eyes of the boy before him.

He didn't even know his name, and he already wanted to kiss him senseless.

The boy had meticulously groomed light brown hair, neatly pushed back from his face in a way that brought attention to just how high his cheekbones were. His skin was radiantly clear and the most beautiful shade of pure white Blaine had ever seen. He looked like he was made of porcelain. His eyes were a beautiful shade of blue that would change to grey or green depending on the way the light hit them, rimmed with dark, long eyelashes. He had a petite nose that curved up just slightly in the most adorable way possible. Blaine had to note he had never found a nose adorable before. His lips were a shade of pale pink, perfectly matched to his fair skin tone. He had a cleft chin, a quality Blaine had always admired. His neck was long and slender and Blaine could hardly resist the urge to reach out and touch it. He wasn't in uniform which Blaine found... odd, considering he was supposed to be new but he didn't dwell because what he was wearing made up for what he wasn't. The boy was wearing bondage shorts. This had to be some kind of test from God because the way he looked was just plain sinful. Bondage shorts and bitch boots – it was like he was waiting for someone to grab him and have their wicked way with him. And Blaine was more than happy to take the job.

But he'd have to at least introduce himself first. “My name's Blaine,” he offered, extending his hand.

“Kurt,” the beautiful boy introduced himself, gingerly grasping the hand before him. And ohmygodtheirhandsweretouching. Blaine felt like a pathetic school girl as Kurt released his hand and suddenly his fingers were very cold. “So what exactly's going on?”

A chance to impress him. “The Warblers! Every now and then they throw an impromptu performance in the senior commons; it tends to shut the school down for a while,” he explained with a giant grin plastered over his face.

“So, wait, the glee club here is kind of cool?” Blaine didn't exactly understand why Kurt had asked this or how he knew that the Warblers were a glee club and not a... chess team or something but he answered his question without hesitation.

“The Warblers are like rockstars!” he exaggerated. Kurt gave him a slightly questioning look. “C'mon, I know a shortcut.”

And with that, Blaine grabbed Kurt's soft, warm hand in his and dragged him behind into an abandoned hallway. The hand holding was a little awkward. Blaine got a little ahead of himself thanks to the exciting prospect of holding Kurt's hand and ended up grabbing the wrong hand, forcing Kurt to stretch his arm over awkwardly. But the moment was still pure bliss to Blaine. So Blaine had lied to Kurt (It wasn't really a shortcut. In fact, this was actually the long way.), but it was simply because he wanted to spend more time with him, even if that time was spent in silence, skipping down a hallway together. The moment seemed to pass by in slow-motion but even that wasn't enough. Blaine wanted it to last forever. But sadly, life went on as they arrived at the senior commons.

Items were being cleared out of the centre of the room to prepare for the performance about to begin. Blaine mentally celebrated that he hadn't been late as he feared. Blaine watched Kurt take in the fancy room before him in amazement. “Oh, I stick out like a sore thumb,” he said self-consciously.

“Well next time don't forget your jacket, new kid,” Blaine flirted shamelessly, fixing the flawless lapel of Kurt's jacket. “You'll fit right in,” he added with a wink. Not like he said it in a way that could constitute a wink; he actually physically winked at the boy. Blaine was never this bold, he didn't know what had come over him. Before he could think, he laid his bag off to the side as the Warblers were ready to begin their performance. “Now if you'll excuse me,” Blaine began to walk over to the Warblers, singing as he approached.

“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,”

Blaine found Kurt's eyes and kept his focus on him as he sang about Valentines, giving him a nod that clearly stated “Yup, I'm singing to you right now.”

“Let's go all the way tonight:
No regrets, just love.
We can dance until we die, you and I,”

The Warblers did a smooth two-step paired with a snap, simple dance moves to let the vocals shine through. Blaine looked into Kurt's eyes as he sang, “We'll be young forever!” Blaine pointed directly at Kurt as he went into the chorus.

“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,”

The Warblers began to two-step again.

“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,”

Kurt looked a little in shock; maybe he wasn't expecting such a large voice from such a short boy... oh God, maybe he wasn't gay. Blaine had just assumed from the way he looked, the way he had almost seemed happy when he took his hand... Well... That would be genuinely mortifying. Despite, he kept up his performance. There was no turning back now, any damage had been done. So he kept shamelessly flirting with him.

“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,”

Blaine performed with a huge smile on his face.

“I'mma get your heart racing in my skin tight jeans,
Be your teenage dream tonight,”

He danced around with the other Warblers, harmonizing until he grabbed one of his fellow Warblers' shoulders and let out an impressive “Yeah!”

“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'mma get your heart racing in my skin tight jeans,
Be your teenage dream tonight,”

Unexpectedly, a grin spread across Kurt's face, a grin so big Blaine thought his face just might split in two.

“Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans,
Be your teenage dream tonight.”

Blaine winked at Kurt again as he watched the boy enthusiastically clap. He caught up with the other Warblers, received some praise from some of the non-Warbler Dalton boys and rushed over to Kurt. “So what did you think?” he asked breathlessly.

“It was really, really great,” Kurt answered, that beautiful smile spreading across his face once more. Up close, it was even more beautiful, if that was possible, and Blaine could see the dimples popping in his cheeks. Blaine couldn't help but smile too. “When will I see you again?” Kurt asked, a frown beginning to form.

“Um, tomorrow? You go here, remember?” Blaine said with a laugh.

Kurt let out a nervous laugh. “Oh yeah... See ya, Blaine,” he said, beginning to exit.

“Bye, Kurt,” Blaine said, and before he was even totally out of sight, he missed him.

“Getting cozy with the enemy?” David asked, approaching him from behind and clapping him on the shoulder.

“He is quite endearing,” Wes pointed out, joining the pair.

“He really is,” David said wistfully.

“What do you mean the enemy?” Blaine questioned.

“Didn't you watch the New Directions on Youtube? He's with them. He's a spy.”

“Well that would explain why he didn't have a uniform,” Blaine realized, earning a nod from Wes. “But he's not a spy... I don't think he would come for that. And if he were, I think he would try a little harder to blend in.”

“You're just trying to defend him 'cause you like him,” David said with a shit-eating grin. Blaine flushed furiously. “Oh my God, I was just kidding but – you do like him!”

“Aw. Blaine's in love!” Wes teased.

“Am not!” Blaine protested and then realized he sounded like a two-year old and pulled himself together. “You're right, I do like him, but I'm not in love with him – yet,” he paused. “Please don't screw this up for me. I don't even know if he's interested and I don't need you guys scaring him off before we even get a chance.”

Wes and David pulled looks of mock shock. “Why? How could you even propose such an idea?”

“It's preposterous!”

“Monstrous!”

“We wouldn't even imagine -”

Blaine cut the boys off. “Just don't, okay?”

The boys sighed.

“You're no fun,” David declared.

“I'll let you guys come for coffee with Kurt and I tomorrow if you promise to behave.”

“Who's Kurt?” Wes asked.

“The endearing spy.”

“Ah, we're in. But we get to confront him about the spying.”

Blaine hesitated, “Deal.”

---

“Hey, Kurt!” Blaine called, racing down the hall to meet the taller boy. It wasn't hard to pick him out, he was the only one out of uniform. He had dressed down more today but he still looked stunning. His eyes looking more grey today thanks to the colour of his jacket.

Kurt turned around on the spot and instantly beamed as he saw Blaine. Blaine's heart did little flip flops. “Hi, Blaine,” Kurt said shyly.

“I was wondering if you wanted to go out for coffee later with me and a couple of my friends. We um, we have something we need to talk to you about,” Kurt gave him a questioning look. “They know you came from McKinley and they think you're spying on us.”

“Oh,” Kurt said, pulling a face. “Where and when?”

“Um, right now?” Blaine laughed nervously, wringing his neck with his hand.

Kurt giggled. “Sure, lead the way.”

Blaine really couldn't help himself, he took Kurt's hand and dragged him through the crowd. He did tell him to lead the way, after all. Blaine felt electricity in his fingertips.

As Blaine and Kurt arrived at the little cafe within Dalton, Wes and David were each carrying two drinks. They knew Blaine's order and they had taken a guess at Kurt's. The dastardly pair looked over at their friend holding the spy's hand and they waggled their eyebrows. Blaine mouthed a rather undapper phrase to them as Kurt blushed. Blaine led them him to their seats. Blaine took a seat in between Wes and David with Kurt sitting across from him. The way their knees brushed under the table was to die for.

Blaine looked at the cups of coffee before him and found the order he didn't recognize – a latte. “Latte?” he offered to Kurt. Kurt mouthed a thank you as Blaine introduced his friends. “This is Wes and David,” he gestured to each accordingly.

“It's very civilized for you to invite me for coffee before you beat me up for spying,” Kurt dead-panned although he looked very nervous.

“We are not going to beat you up,” Wes assured him.

“You were such a terrible spy we thought it was sort of... endearing,” David teased, looking to Blaine who nearly choked on his coffee.

He played it smooth, “Which made me think that spying on us wasn't really the reason you came.”

“Can I ask you guys a question?” he asked shyly. The boys waited. “Are you guys all gay?”

The trio laughed at his assumptions. “Uh – uh, no,” Blaine answered. “I mean, I am,” he back-tracked quickly, making sure that was clear. He didn't want Kurt thinking he wasn't gay because that was so not the case. Straight guys did not look at a guy like Kurt like he did. “But - uh, these two both have girlfriends.”

“This is not a gay school,” David clarified. “We just have a zero-tolerance harassment policy.”

“Everybody gets treated the same, no matter what they are; it's pretty simple,” Wes explained.

Kurt sat in silence, taking it all in. His eyes began to water up. Blaine watched the emotions wash over him; he saw himself just two years ago. “Would you guys excuse us?” he asked his friends politely.

Seeing it too, they obliged. “Take it easy, Kurt,” Wes offered and walked away.

“I take it you're having trouble with school,” Blaine started.

Kurt took a deep breath, “I am the only person out of the closet at my school and I – I tried to stay strong about it but there's this Neanderthal whose made it his mission to make my life a living hell,” his voice trembled with tears and it broke Blaine's heart. “But nobody seems to notice.”

“I know how you feel,” Blaine sympathized. “I got taunted at my old school and it really... pissed me off,” he began to explain. “I even complained about it to the faculty?” he said it like a question, something he did when he was upset. “And they were sympathetic and all but you could just tell that nobody really cared. It was like 'Hey! If you're gay, your life's just gonna be miserable. Sorry. Nothing we can do about it.'” Kurt nodded. Blaine was starting to get worked up, but it wasn't time for him right now, it was time to be there for Kurt. And that was when he realized they couldn't be together. The last thing Kurt needed was a relationship. What he needed was a mentor – someone who had been in his shoes and got out okay. He needed a role model, he needed someone to be there to wipe away his tears. He didn't need relationship drama complicating his life. So it was then that Blaine (grudgingly) decided not to pursue a relationship with Kurt. He came back to earth. “So I left. And I came here. Simple as that,” he explained. “So you have two options. I mean, I'd love to tell you to just come enrol here,” he back-tracked. “But tuition at Dalton is sorta steep and I know – I know that's not an option for everybody. Or you can refuse to be the victim. Prejudice is just ignorance, Kurt, and you have a chance right now to teach him.”

“How?” Kurt asked.

“Confront him!” Blaine explained, sitting up in his seat. “Call 'im out. I ran, Kurt. I didn't stand up. I let bullies chase me away and it is something that I really, really regret. I don't want to see you do the same thing,” he resisted the urge to take Kurt's hand. “You're strong; stronger than me, I can see that already. You can do this. You've just gotta have some courage.”

“Right, courage,” Kurt repeated. “A little easier said than done.”

“I can help you through it,” Blaine smiled.

“Oh really?” Kurt questioned, a grin playing on his lips.

“Really. You'll see,” And with that, he stood up. “I've gotta get going, but um...” Blaine felt hesitant to ask, but he decided it was just a friendly question. “Could I have your number so we can keep in touch?”

Kurt grinned that dimply grin again. “Yeah, I'd love that.”