As soon as he heard his voice, Kurt’s mind began to race. “Wow, his speaking voice is so clear. And he’s gonna play something too, I’m so screwed.”

Kurt took another drink of his soda, but continued to listen as Blaine introduced his song. Was he really going to sing Katy Perry? Kurt thought he was the only one that dared to sing songs traditionally done by women. That was kinda his thing. It was the one thing that set him apart, that made him shine above the rest, and now this Blaine kid was gonna take that too.

“Why did I come here tonight? I knew I didn’t feel right about it. This is like some sick joke that God or the theater angels, or whatever thinks is REAL funny. I don’t stand a chance in hell against these kids, do I?” Kurt thought.

He was fuming mad. He reached in his pocket for his cell phone, intent on texting Rachel that he was leaving before he was further embarrassed, and then, Blaine started singing.

You think I’m pretty without any makeup on,
You think I’m funny when I tell the punch line wrong.
I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down…

Kurt couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The piano was playing out a tender melody that was something completely different than some silly Top 40 song he’d heard a thousand times on the radio, yet it was still perfectly in key. The rhythm was slower, and by some lyrical miracle, this song about having sex on a beach was actually romantic. Kurt was entranced, and so was everyone else in the room.

He finally looked up to see the face that belonged to that angelic voice. Blaine Anderson was a God in human flesh. His skin looked slightly sun kissed, but not a blemish in sight. His hair, though slicked back, appeared to have the sweetest little curl to it. And although Kurt had sort of admired his body from behind before, being able to see his broad shoulders as they moved across the keys was like nothing he’d ever seen. His arms were so toned and squeezed tightly into his adorable plaid shirt. And he was wearing a bowtie, how cute is that?

The only thing he couldn’t see were Blaine’s eyes, because Blaine had them fiercely closed the whole time he was singing.

Let’s go all the way tonight,
No regrets, just love.
We can dance, until we die, you and I
Will be young forever.

Kurt couldn’t tell if Blaine was just nervous, or passionate, or what, but his body was shaking. Or was that just him? Yep, Kurt was shaking too. And now, it wasn’t from anger, it was from awe. Kurt was pretty sure he’d just found the perfect specimen of a man. How could he go from loathing this potential competition to being in love in a matter of seconds? He kept listening as Blaine sang with everything he had, never once blinking in the off chance that Blaine would actually open his eyes. Kurt had to know what was behind those gorgeous eyelashes that seemed to go on for days.

“Open your eyes!” Kurt prayed, but Blaine kept them clinched.

Kurt felt like he was burrowing into the front of Blaine’s head with his death stare. He wouldn’t be surprised if there were drool hanging from his lip at this point. He had kinda forgotten how to breathe or even think. All he wanted to do was stare at Blaine, and listen to him sing forever.

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, tonight.

As the song was coming to a close, Kurt saw Blaine slightly blink. He was about to finish, to open his eyes, and see just how much everyone adored him. Kurt knew that Blaine would never see him all the way at the back, what with all those loud cheering fans that were about to erupt at the front of the stage. So Kurt continued to stare, just taking in those last few notes as Blaine brought the song to a close.

And then, Blaine looked right at him.