When Kurt had transferred, he was quiet, contained and shy. His voice hidden behind the rest of the Warblers’ a Capella harmonies. Wes had once described him as delicate.
Blaine thought he was beautiful and fierce.
As clich� as it was, Blaine Anderson could write novels about Kurt Hummel. He’s start with his chestnut hair; it looked soft and silky, but he didn’t know. Kurt didn’t like to be touched, let alone let another boy stroke his hair not days after meeting him.
His skin was devoid of flaws. You could say it was like porcelain but porcelain was too cold. Kurt glowed. His cheeks tainted a soft pink, the light dusting of freckles on his forearms.
Blaine couldn’t see the broken skin beyond the sleeves of Kurt’s Dalton uniform.
Kurt’s eyes were kaleidoscopes, ever changing. Blue, sometimes, like the heavens. They could be a pale green; or even grey, like the sky before a storm.
But that barely scratched the surface of his physical attributes.
How Blaine longed to know what hid inside his soul.
Kurt dormed with Blaine, and so far, Blaine was the only person he spoke to. Kurt was immensely shy. You could see that he was trying to fit in. He jumped at the sound of a door slamming, or a locker closing. He had jumped ten feet into the air when Jeff had clapped him on the shoulder after his first Warblers’ practise.
Blaine just wanted to help him.
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On Kurt’s second day at Dalton, it was a Saturday and Blaine woke up to singing.
He wasn’t singing, but Kurt was.
It was beautiful and clear. Blaine could tell why Kurt’s old glee club had wanted to keep him. Feelings thundered behind the soft rendition of ‘Defying Gravity’.
Blaine waited until Kurt had finished his song before knocking on the bathroom door. He heard a soft shriek and heavy clattering on the cold, tiled floor.
“Hey,” Blaine said quietly. “You’re not hurt, are you?”
“No,” Kurt replied, stepping lightly out of the bathroom. “I was just startled. It’s nothing.”
Blaine glanced at Kurt, His hair was still slightly damp, a distinct sent of orchids and rain drifting from his rosy skin. He sighed, fiddling with his electric toothbrush. He flicked it twice, and the batteries fell out. Blaine rushed to pick them off the floor for him.
“Thank you,” Kurt murmured, taking the batteries from Blaine, trying to push the little spark where their hands met to the back of his mind.
“So, are you doing anything today?” Blaine asked, rising to the balls of his feet in an attempt at small talk. Kurt looked up from his toothbrush and shook his head, a small smile gracing his lips.
“I thought maybe, you know, since we’re roommates we should get to know each other, and you could get to know the other Warblers if that’s alright with you. But only if you’re comfortable, because if you’re not we could just hang out or I could leave if that’s–” Blaine trailed off, looking sheepishly at the ground.
Was it bad that Kurt thought it was adorable?
He had only just met him.
Kurt ignored the nagging little voice in the back of his mind and said: “I’d like to get to know you.”
Blaine’s face broke out into a huge grin.
A grin that Kurt would have dreams about.
Oh God, he was totally smitten.
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“You are totally smitten,” Wes whispered to Blaine as he and Kurt sat down with the other Warblers in the cafeteria.
“Shut up,” Blaine shot back, but not denying it.
He wasn’t going to lie to his friends, now was he?
Kurt sat with a rigid posture. His appetite disappearing once he sat down. He picked, uninterested, at his salad. His eyes were a dull green, eyelids drooping slightly.
“Hey,” Blaine said tentatively. “You alright there? You seem a bit out of it.”
A smile flashed fleetingly across Kurt’s face. “I’m fine. Don’t you worry about me.” You could tell the smile wasn’t sincere, that it was forced.
If you had turned away at that moment, as Blaine had done, you would have seen Kurt’s eyes flash a pure black.