Kurts POV

     It's Friday Night and I'm walking to Scandals. I don't even plan on talking to anyone. I just need to get my mind off things. Being shoved into lockers by Karofsky, the usual. As I'm handing the guy at the entrance my fake i.d, that Puck got me. A crowd of guys in blazers are leaving and one guy bumps into me on his way out.

I ignore it and make my way to the bar. I watch the small screen above the bar as I take sips out of my iced water. I notice the bartender set a shirley temple down in front of me. 

"Oh no, I didn't- " He cuts me off and points to the end of the bar. The boy in the blazer, staring right at me. He had the most beautiful eyes. While stuck in a daze about the color of his eyes I didn't even notice him get up until I heard a slight cough. There he was, right in front of me. Before he could say anything I got up and left.

To be honest, I don't even know why I left. The most beautiful guy in the world wanted to hopefully talk to me, but I panicked. As I turn around the block I hear footsteps behind me. Turn around only to see blazer boy with the amazing eyes. "You forgot this." and he shows me my phone. I pat my pockets noticing I indeed don't have my phone. I try to grab it out his hand but he takes my hand, sets his free hand on my waist and gently guides me to the wall. The most vile scenarios are racing through my mind. 

"You're so beautiful." he whispers in my ear. I push him off and he's staring at me with puppy dog eyes and he just looks so- SNAP OUT OF IT KURT'

"What do you want from me?" I say with my best bitch stare. 

"Blaine." He lifts his hand waiting for me to shake it. I feel butterflies in my stomach when my hand comes up to meet his. 

"I should really get going, so if you wouldn't mind." I slowly grab my phone from his hand. He looks confused and a bit sad. His beautiful eyes looking deep into mines, I just can't get myself to leave this boy in front of me. He slowly pushes himself up against me and leads me back up against the wall. 

"Can I?" And to answer his question I place my lips on his, and there was this indescribable sensation feeling all throughout my body. I'm so into the moment that I start feeling all over him. Then I think, He probly thinks I'm some whore. I let myself loose from him and run.

Finally in my front yard, out of breath. I stop and think about the situation I encountered not too long ago. He probly only wanted a quickie, and Kurt Hummel will not stoop low enough for quickies. After my shower and skin regimen, he's still on my mind. While I'm getting into bed my phone lights up with a text from an unkown number.

Hey, it's Blaine.