He dreamt of Kurt once again last night, but it was merely his brain replaying the events of yesterday. The easy conversation and those two amazing hugs.

He flips over to grab his phone from his nightstand and finds an unopened message from Kurt.

Good morning, you. :).

Blaine smiles softly, resisting the urge to flail his limbs again and instead gets up off of bed and types an answer as he makes his way to his bathroom.

Good morning, Kurt.

It's simple, but what else is Blaine supposed to say? Oh hey, good morning. I dreamt about you last night and I am getting the urge to open my blinds so I can look at you.

Blaine leaves his phone on the counter while he showers and changes and by then he has three messages, all from Kurt, and no force on earth can wipe the smile form his face.

I know I texted pretty early, but I wanted to catch you before you went to school.

Hey, do you think I can stop by after school today? I need some help with my calculus and since you're the nerd stereotype, I was wondering if you were any good at it.

I say nerd stereotype in the nicest way possible. :).

Wrinkles be damned, Blaine tosses himself onto his bed, just like last night, and just like last night starts flailing his legs wildly.

Kurt's coming over. It's for a study date, but he's coming over and it's going to be another opportunity for Blaine to get to know him better, and that's really all he wants right now.

His phone vibrates again and Blaine realizes that he never really replied to Kurt's other three messages.

Blaine?

Blaine immediately types something back, kicking himself for celebrating too early.

Sorry, I was showering. Of course you can come over today. Same time as yesterday?

Great!

It's amazing how one small word can make Blaine's insides flutter around wildly, almost as if they're dancing. Blaine sort of feels like dancing right now, but he doesn't really think it's a good idea.

Blaine grabs his bag and heads down to the kitchen, texting Kurt all the way there. It's a Wednesday and he knows that his mom has early morning meetings today so he's not that surprised to find the kitchen deserted, a small note on the fridge just like every single Wednesday.

Blaine sighs, grabbing a granola bar to munch on since he doesn't really want to make a mess. He glances at the clock and even though he woke up with enough time to do his morning routine, the time eventually got away from him and he's supposed to leave now if he wants to make it to Dalton on time.

He pockets his phone, grabs his keys from the hook, and walks out of the house, locking the door on his way out.

He feels his phone vibrate, and he remembers that he didn't reply to Kurt's last message in his haste to exit his house on time.

You should slow down before you trip on a pebble.

Blaine furrows his eyebrows and looks around, expecting to find Kurt walking to his car, but all he sees is the beautiful neighborhood, and the people either rushing off to work or school, but no sign of the beautiful blue eyed boy from next door.

Okay, are you a ghost or something?

I'm looking at you through my living room window. Wait up for me okay?

Blaine knows that he can't afford to waste time. He knows that he shouldn't have nodded, but he just can't refuse Kurt no matter how hard he tries.

They've only been friends for a day and already Blaine can feel himself being wrapped around Kurt's finger. And he's not really sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing.

Luckily Blaine doesn't really have to wait long before Kurt comes out of his house, looking practically perfect. Really, how the hell does he look so perfect in the morning? Blaine is lucky he remembers to gel his hair in the morning, and here Kurt is looking like Marc Jacobs' poster boy.

"Hey," Kurt greets, smiling widely.

"Good morning," Blaine grins, hoping that his voice didn't sound too rushed. He really is in a bit of a time crunch.

"In a hurry?' Kurt asks, taking in the way Blaine is biting his lip and tapping his foot anxiously.

"No, of course not," Blaine says, trying to stop his jittery tapping, something he does when he's in a hurry but someone's holding him up. He usually finds himself doing this with his mom.

"Really? Why are you tapping your foot then?" Kurt asks skeptically, smirking widely.

Blaine ceases his tapping and blushes lightly. "Sorry."

"No, no. Blaine, if I'm making you late just tell me-"

"You're making me late," Blaine blurts out, immediately slapping his hand over his mouth. "Oh my god."

He really didn't mean to blurt that out, but it's true. Blaine's just been too much of a polite guy to mention anything.

He's certain that Kurt's going to yell at him or maybe slap him for being rude, but instead Kurt throws his head back and laughs boisterously, pushing Blaine towards his car.

"Blaine, get your ass to school. You don't have to wait for me."

"But I wanted to," Blaine murmurs, much too low for Kurt to hear.

"Get to school. I'll see you later, okay?' Kurt says, moving to wrap his arms around Blaine's neck, bringing him in for a warm hug. Blaine shivers slightly before reciprocating the affection, squeezing lightly and inhaling Kurt's scent before letting go.

"Go on, get," Kurt mutters playfully, pushing Blaine one final time and moving away to his own car.

"I'll see you later?" Blaine asks, smiling softly and Kurt merely smiles back and gets into his car, leaving Blaine standing there, a bewildered expression on his face.

His phone buzzes in his hand and Blaine nearly drops it in his haste to see the message.

Yes, I'll see you later. Now, get your butt to school, Blaine.

Blaine looks up and sees Kurt looking at him from the inside of his car, grin still in place.

"Go to school," he mouths, and Blaine grins back, biting his lower lip to keep from crying out excitedly. God, he's acting like a child.

His phone buzzes again and it's no surprise that it's Kurt again.

Blaine, I swear to god if you're late to school, I will pummel you and I know I just met you, but I will not hesitate to kick you.

Blaine giggles, actually giggles. He figures he can go a little bit over the speed limit. He just wants to stand here and stare at Kurt's message, grinning like a madman.

A loud honk pulls Blaine out of his daydream and he looks up to see Kurt's face, slightly angry.

"I'm going!" Blaine calls out, getting into his car. He unlocks his phone and tupes out a quick message to Kurt.

Are you going to follow me to school?

If I have to

Oh god, he's so cute. Blaine can't believe that Kurt's even real right now.

Go to school Kurt.

You go first.

Blaine simply smiles and starts his car. He looks into his rearview mirror and sees Kurt's navigator zooming in the other direction.

He sighs a little sadly, puts his car in drive, and begins the long trek to Dalton.

"So you look a hell of a lot happier," Wes comments, taking a seat across from Blaine at lunch time.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Blaine says coyly, popping a chicken nugget into his mouth.

"No, no, no, you look different," Wes continues, and Blaine merely shrugs.

Wes huffs out annoyingly and digs into his food.

"I will find out," he vows.

Blaine smiles reaching over to pick his fork up when his phone buzzes.

Wes lifts his head up, glancing at Blaine curiously as he reads Kurt's text.

Help, the cafeteria is serving questionable meat and I'm starving.

Blaine giggles, typing out a quick response.

I'll send you one of my nuggets if you want.

"Who is it?" Wes asks, when Blaine puts his phone back down on the table.

"None of your business," Blaine replies, and his phone buzzes again. Wes reaches out and snatches it quickly, holding it away from Blaine's grabby hands.

"'I turn my nose up in distaste at your nuggets,'" he reads out loud, his smirk growing brighter, and Blaine is fighting the urge to throw his apple at him.

"Wes, give it back!" he cries desperately, and Wes holds it further away from Blaine realization crossing his features as he sees the name of the sender.

"Kurt…this is that boy you're stalking!" he calls out, and Blaine actually throws himself over the table, grabbing his phone and getting some mashed potatoes on his uniform shirt in the process.

"Jesus, be any louder, I dare you," he spits out, glaring at his best friend briefly before typing out a message.

But these are actually really good. They do come from a prep school after all ;).

"Are you sexting him?" Wes questions, bouncing on his seat to try and look over at the screen.

Blaine blushes deeply. No, why would Blaine sext Kurt? No. he doesn't even know how he would go about to doing that.

"Stop it, Wes," he groans, his face growing hot, and he knows that he probably looks like a tomato right now.

"Alright, alright, geez. You know I'm just joshing you," Wes says, holding up his hands in surrender.

"Well I don't appreciate it," Blaine grumbles, but his frown immediately fades when his phone buzzes again.

Well that does help a little bit. And I'd take that over whatever I'm being fed here.

Blaine chuckles, biting his lower lip while his fingers type.

I'm sorry about your troubles :(. I'll sneak you some nuggets for this afternoon.

"Wow, you've got it bad for this boy," Wes states, glancing at Blaine.

"What? No," Blaine denies even though his phone dart to his phone excitedly when he hears it vibrate.

"Blaine, are you really going to lie to me?" Wes says, smirking as Blaine grabs his phone.

But they'll be cold. *pouts* I'll tell you what we can cook. Something to make up for my horrible lunch :).

Blaine stifles a grin. Cooking with Kurt. That idea is both amazing and scary.

It's not that Blaine doesn't want to cook with Kurt. It's just that cooking is something couples like to do. Or people who've been friends longer than a day.

Does that sound like a good idea?

Yes, it sounds great.

Yeah, Blaine decides. He'll cook with Kurt. It doesn't have to be such a couply thing if he doesn't want it to be.

"So did you decide to have sex?" Wes asks, and Blaine knows that he just loves to piss him off.

"Wesley!" Blaine groans, blushing a deeper shade of red. Sure he thinks about sex…a lot. He is a teenage boy after all, but actually thinking about having sex with Kurt, who's not just the sexy boy next door, but his friend now. It was easy to think about Kurt in that way when he was still anonymous to Blaine, but now, it feels wrong to think about him like that. He does want to get there with Kurt, but not right now.

He's just not ready to have sex with Kurt, but with anybody. Sex is still pretty scary for him. He's done his research, just like he's told his dad, but just because he researched sex doesn't mean he's ready to have it. Blaine knows that he's not the type of guy to sleep around. That thought hadn't even crossed his mind once. Blaine wants to have sex with a person he's emotionally connected to. He wants sex to be something that he and his partner can use to be closer to each other. He wants it to be with somebody who he feels that spark for. And he's not even sure that it may be Kurt, to be completely honest. Sure he likes him, but it can be a crush. Blaine and Kurt may be destined to be only friends, and that scares Blaine. He wants it to be Kurt. He really wants it to be, but he's not going to know if Kurt's the one right at this moment.

"Blaine?" Wes says, knocking Blaine out of his reverie. He's been daydreaming a lot today, what is wrong with him?

"What?"

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Blaine says, though his squeaky voice gives him away. When Blaine thinks about sex his voice goes all high and squeaky you'd think he was going through puberty again.

"No you're not. Your voice is going all high and squeaky you sound like Alvin form the chipmunks," Wes comments, and is met by Blaine's disapproving face. "Are you thinking about sex?"

"No!" Blaine cries, his voice betraying him again. Seriously, what is he twelve?

"Sure," Wes says, going back to his food. He knows that Blaine's going to talk. He always does. The thing is that he's going to have to wait for him to speak up, and that's perfectly fine.

"Do you think I'm a prude for not having lost my virginity yet?" And there it is.

"No, of course not," Wes answers, placing his fork back down. "I think it's cool that you're waiting."

"Yeah, sure," Blaine mutters sardonically. "What kind of square is still a virgin at 17?"

"Lots of people. Look Blaine, you're not a square for waiting. Quite the opposite. I know you're not the type of guy to sleep around and I think it's quite awesome that you're sticking to that. You're not a whore, Blaine. Don't get down on yourself because of it," Wes says, reaching out to place his hand over Blaine's own.

"You're right," Blaine sighs. "Sorry. I just…you seem to like having sex…"

Wes ducks his head, blushing lightly.

"I just…am I missing out? What if I don't meet that special guy until I'm in my thirties?"

"You'll find him," Wes assures him. "What about Kurt? You seem to like him a lot."

"Kurt and I've only been friends for a day," Blaine says, shaking his head bashfully.

"So? So you guys start off as friends, maybe that'll turn into a relationship later on down the road. Think about it you and Kurt starting off as friends can be great for your future relationship."

"How do you know that Kurt and I'll be a couple?" Blaine asks curiously. Hell, he doesn't even know if what's going to happen with them in the future, how does Wes?

"I can tell," Wes says confidently. "Look, I've been watching you for the entire period, and every time that phone vibrates you smile so huge I think your face is going to rip in half. If you guys don't get together I will punch you for being an idiot."

Blaine chuckles lightly. Maybe Wes is right. Maybe a friendship is the perfect pathway to a relationship. They can be like Monica and Chandler. Friends first and then they become more than friends. It could work.

"I can tell you already really like him," Wes continues, and Blaine grins widely.

"Yeah, I do. I mean I know I've only known him for a day, but he's really great. Yesterday he stopped by and we talked for hours. He and I have so much in common and…he's just amazing," Blaine says dreamily.

"It's so funny to see you falling for a guy. But remember, friends first."

"Yeah," Blaine sighs a little sadly.

Wes pats Blaine's hand lightly, and gives him a small smile, before pulling away and digging into his food again. Right when he takes a bite of his mashed potatoes the bell rings, signaling the end of the period, and Wes releases a displeased groan.

"Are you kidding me? I just got started eating!" he yells, and half the cafeteria turns to look at him.

"You should have eaten instead of trying to snoop on my messages," Blaine scolds, hooking his bag onto his shoulder and picking his tray to dispose of it in the trash.

"Yeah, whatever," Wes grumbles, wrapping the remaining chicken nuggets on his plate in a napkin. "At least I got a snack to last me through English."

"Your gluttony is the reason why you're going to get detention today," Blaine states, walking toward the exit of the cafeteria, his phone buzzing in his pocket.

"Whatever," Wes retorts, walking ahead of him. "I'll see you in calculus," he calls over his shoulder.

Blaine rolls his eyes and walks in the other direction, pulling his phone out of his pocket to reply to Kurt.

Awesome. Hopefully you can keep up with me in the kitchen. I am quite the cook.

So am I, Mr. Hummel. We shall see who's the best.

Blaine makes it to the top of the spiral staircase before he receives his next reply, and it actually makes him freeze, frustrated students bumping past him to get to their class.

Are you insinuating we have a culinary battle, Mr. Anderson?

Yes, yes I am.

Hmmm, alright then you're on. We'll each cook our own meal and see who's is better.

Blaine giggles lightly, ignoring the boys looking at him strangely, and walking off toward the nearest bathroom. He has perfect attendance, and the highest grade of his class. He can afford to be a minute or two late.

You're so gonna lose, Hummel.

Highly unlikely. I'm going to beat you.

We'll see.

Yeah, we shall. Listen, Blaine, I gotta go to class. I'll text you after school, okay?

Yeah, okay. Go learn. Lol.

Same to you prep school boy. ;).

Blaine smiles fondly at the last message. Prep school boy. It's funny how before when his mom called him that it would anger him, but when Kurt said it through text he found it charming.

Sighing softly to himself, he makes to exit the bathroom, his brain already concocting dishes to prepare for this afternoon. He's so distracted that he doesn't notice someone standing right outside the bathroom. Blaine crashes into him and knocks his books to the floor, papers spewing everywhere.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," Blaine says, bending down to pick them up. He stands back up and comes face to face with Sebastian Smythe, captain of the lacrosse team and resident Dalton academy hunk. Who's also gay. It's not really a secret. Sebastian loves to flaunt the fact that he's gay and can get any boy he so damn well pleases.

He's the type of guy that Blaine can't help but dislike even though he's never officially met him.

"It's okay," Sebastian says coolly, giving Blaine a once over and then grinning at him. Blaine glances at him strangely. Even though he doesn't like the guy, he can't help but stare at his flawless face, blondish hair, and pretty eyes, and hell even his smile is gorgeous. He is a hunk, but even though Sebastian is stupidly pretty, Blaine doesn't even feel a thing towards him.

"Uhm, yeah, I'm late for class," Blaine states, making to move away, but Sebastian reaches out and grabs his hand, keeping Blaine from moving too far. "Can you let go please?"

"What's your name?" Sebastian asks, his stupid smirk still in place.

"Blaine Anderson. Now can you let me go?" Blaine says impatiently, tugging his arm to try to get free.

"Blaine Anderson…hmm…see you around, hot stuff." Sebastian winks and releases Blaine, throwing him a saucy look before going into the bathroom.

Blaine stands rooted to the ground for a minute, his brain trying to comprehend what the hell just happened.

A boy just looked at him as if he was…as if he was a piece of meat. he's never been looked at like that and he's not entirely sure if he likes it. He knows that Sebastian has a reputation at this school at being the gay guy who sleeps with anybody he desires, straight or gay, and Blaine doesn't want to be one of those guys he goes after.

Frowning to himself, Blaine decides not to make a big deal of this encounter and after brushing some imaginary dirt off of his blazer rushes off to class, his mind going back to what he was thinking before he ran into Sebastian.