He kind of didn't feel like it. Oh well. The things he does for his friends.

"Oh my god, Blaine! It's starting!" Here we go.

And the curtain rises.

It's not too bad actually. There are mostly girls, a few guys, dancing gracefully to soft piano and violin music. It's kind of nice.

Blaine zones out a bit. It's not like he can help it. Listening to classical musical music for long periods of time always put him to sleep. That is until Rachel lets out a soft gasp and clutches onto his arm.

"Wow. I wish I could do what he can." He? Blaine's head snaps back to the stage to see a different dancer has entered the stage, and by the looks of it this dancer has a solo.

While Rachel's right, she's also missing something.

She just happened to leave out the part where the dancer himself is so beautiful, it takes Blaine's breath away.

His body moves through the air like water, flowing around the space like he's floating on the gentle music drifting onto the stage. Each turn, each spin, everything is so sharp and precise, yet graceful, that Blaine finds himself sucked in, fixated.

This man whose pale, smooth-looking skin glows from under the colors of the stage lights, and eyes closed as if he's physically feeling the music. Blaine can't look away from the moment he's on stage to the moment the curtain closes in front of him.

He only breaks out of his reverie when the applause sounds from those around him. Blaine shoots to his feet to give them, or really him, the applause he deserves.

-o0o-

Okay it's official. Blaine is losing it.

"Blaine. Why don't you just go talk to him after one of his shows? I'm sure he'd talk to you." Blaine looked at Rachel, who was sitting next to him at their usual bar, as if she'd gone insane.

"Oh yeah, totally. Because what am I suppose to say to him? 'Hi, I'm a random creepy stalker and I think I'm in love with you because you're beautiful'? Yeah that will go over well. Great idea, Rach."

"Blaine, all I'm saying is that maybe you could talk to him for a bit and get his number? It's worth a try."

"I dunno, Rachel. Even if I did manage to talk to him I'm not sure I would know what to say." Blaine looked down at his pointer finger, twirling glass he had on the bar and propping up is head with his other hand.

"Well, the way I see it is that you can sit here and mope while you decide what you want or you can get your talented ass up there at the open mike and sing with me." Rachel winked and hopped off of the bar, already making her way to the vacant stage across the bar. Blaine sighed, giving in with a small smile. She always knew how cheer him up. But she better not pick a love song.

-o0o-

Blaine thought that he would try Rachel's way, attending the show again the next weekend. That week at school was torture. He could barely spend five minutes in class without getting antsy. This couldn't be too hard, right...RIGHT?

Blaine took a deep breath as he watched the man move gracefully onstage once more. He was still as beautiful as ever. Maybe even more so. It kind of wasn't helping his nerves at this point.

His nerves reached their peak when the dancers exited the state the final time. Okay, Blaine. You can do this. Auditioning for NYU was harder than this. You are a PERFORMER you can- okay maybe this was harder than he thought. Because there was the stage door at the back of the auditorium. He didn't even notice how he'd gotten there he was so caught up in his nerves. Okay, maybe…maybe he won't even come out this way and I'll miss him? Blaine simultaneously felt a spark of hope and fear as he resiliently watched the stage doors. He promised himself he wouldn't internally freak out every time the door opened…too late for that.

"Jasper, I told you. I'm too tired to go to the bar tonight. You know I'm too busy with dance to meet anyone." Blaine froze as the door opened again.

"Oh come on Kurt! Pleeaasseee? It's just one night and besides Ben is gonna be there and I need moral support if I'm suddenly gonna go grow some balls! I mean-Well hello there. "

Blaine completely ignored that as he caught sight of him. He couldn't help but stare.

"Uh hi?" Jasper greeted him uncomfortably when he didn't speak but Blaine's gaze stayed firmly on the eyes of the dancer he was so anxious to meet. Kurt. Jasper, apparently sensing this decided to take matters into their own hands.

"Well…I'm just gonna leave you two alone, then. Have fun! I'll see you tomorrow Kurt!

Blaine was grateful to them. Maybe he should get them a fruit basket. Kurt, not making a single reaction to Jasper's words, stared right back at him.

"What do you want?" The man said calmly. Blaine started; Kurt's dancing seemed to embody his voice.

"Oh! I'm B-Blaine. Blaine Anderson." Kurt tilted his head and briefly glanced at his hand.

"Kurt Hummel."

Blaine awkwardly held his hand there for a moment before dropping it. He was at a loss. Kurt just gave him an expectant look, trying to figure out why Blaine was there. Blaine couldn't speak at all. He was more beautiful up close: his skin, his hair, his eyes, everything.

"Err..I'm sorry i-if I'm bothering you, I just wanted to tell you that I was at your performance tonight and last week and I..." God, he felt like a school girl with a crush.

"I…just…you're beautiful!" Blaine snapped his mouth closed and internally face palmed. Where was his usual eloquence and charm? Damn it.

Kurt visibly tensed, looked to where his friend disappeared and back, and bit his lip, looking uncomfortable and...Something else. Something else Blaine couldn't quite make out.

"I…I'm sorry...I...Thank you…I have to go."

And he was gone.

-o0o-

"Hey, Hobbit. Listen. Britt and I were thinking and we came to the conclusion that you need to get laid. So hows abouts you get your cute butt outta the shire and come hang with us tonight?"

Blaine sighed. He really didn't need Santana's sass right now. He should have never answered his phone. He was still upset about what happened with Kurt. He was such an idiot. Kurt probably thought he was a creepy stalker or something. He couldn't even string together a proper sentence around him.

"Sorry San, but its Wednesday and I've got a HUGE paper to write for music theory."

"Sigh. Suit yourself, Blainers. Let Auntie 'Tana know when you want to take your head out of your Professors' ass and stop being a goody two shoes for once in your life."

Sigh.

"Will do, San."

-o0o-

Yeah, Blaine didn't have a paper due.

He instead found himself sitting on the couch watching America's Next Top Model, eating Chinese food and moping.

"But Tyra! She's beautiful! That is a gorgeous photo. Now, you're just being ridiculous!" Blaine waved his fork at his television, his mouth stuffed halfway with noodles.

"Blaine…I think you have a problem." Rachel commented lightly, twirling her keys in the doorway of her and Blaine's apartment. They met at NYU in freshmen year at a vocal tutoring session and have been best friends and roomies ever since. "I don't want to keep coming home to you eating your emotions and taking them out on Tyra Banks every time you're upset. That's my job. I knew I should have dragged Finn to New York with my bare hands so I didn't have an apartment with twice the drama." She jokingly mocked

"I am perfectly fine. There is nothing wrong with me." Blaine defended, pointing his fork at her briefly before shoveling more food down his throat.

"Okay, clearly this isn't going to change by itself. On Friday, I am dragging you down to that studio and you are going to talk to this Kurt if it's the last thing you do."

Blaine swallowed his noodles and opened his mouth.

"No need to thank me, Blaine. I'm just a naturally nice person." Blaine closed his mouth and looked back at the TV as she sat next to him and stole a carton of chicken.

Sigh. Same old Rachel.

-o0o-

And then it was Friday. Awesome.

"Is that him?" Blaine nodded nervously. "Excuse me!" Oh god.

"Hi I'm Rachel Berry and I'm sure you remember Blaine." Kurt stopped in his tracks from heading out of the stage door and down the alley to stare at her. He glanced at Blaine and recognition flashed in his gaze. Blaine smiled nervously up at him.

"Kurt." The dancer introduced himself, looking tentative.

"I know. I just wanted to ask if you might want to accompany us to dinner this evening." Kurt turned away from them, already leaving. Blaine's hazel eyes widened in panic.

"No, thank you. I have to go." Kurt said, his words monotone with an icy edge. Blaine sprung out from behind Rachel, grabbing hold of Kurt's designer peacoat.

"Please." Kurt looked over his shoulder at Blaine. How his eyes were widened and pleading, shining a pleasant gold. It seemed like there was a hardened barrier behind Kurt's eyes that visibly softened. He turned around slowly, giving Blaine quite a bit of hope.

"Okay." Blaine's face lit up like the sky after days of rain, his grin wide, eye's shinning.

Kurt gave him a small smile at the site of it. Who was this man?

-o0o-

Dinner was awkward.

Rachel, Blaine and Kurt sat at a table in Cameron's, a small caf� near the Fallen Flowers' auditorium. They just sat there, awkwardly eating their meals in an awkward silence...did he mention it was awkward?

"So, um, Kurt, do you go to school?" Rachel tried to start a conversation.

"Yes. I go to Julliard, when I'm not with the Fallen Flowers." Rachel gasped. And here comes the rant.

"Oh! I absolutely loved Julliard! I wish I could have gone there but instead those stupid, over-inflated, ego-maniacs rejected me and I went to NYU instead—" Blaine tuned her out. Instead he chose to watch Kurt. He was sitting there smirking slightly at Rachel as he actually listened and occasionally took a small bite of his salad. He was lovely.

"I'm from Ohio, actually. Columbus." Blaine came back down to earth at that.

"Really?" Blaine spat out. "I'm from Westerville." Before Rachel could open her mouth.

"Really? Small world. Only half an hour away." Blaine couldn't believe it. Kurt was actually talking to him.

"Where did you go to school?" Blaine had to keep going. He needed to know more about him.

"Emerald Hills High. It wasn't the most…pleasant experience." Kurt looked far away for a moment. He looked almost…angry but then shook his head looking to Blaine. "You?"

"Dalton Academy. Lovely place. Zero-tolerance policy, nice people. And the glee club, the Warblers, was the highlight of my high school years." Kurt smiled, a much bigger smile then the one he had given Blaine before. He looked genuinely happy, a crack in the ice behind his eyes.

"I was in Glee too. The Nightingales. We never made to Regional's though. Probably because they never gave me a solo. " Kurt smirked slightly. Blaine smiled. "The only experience of my high school life that was worthwhile. Besides dancing of course. When you live in the grand homophobic state of Ohio, it's hard not to hate it." Kurt gazed out the window next to them, lost in thought.

"I know what you mean. I was bullied pretty badly back when I went to a public high school. The teachers did nothing. I hated it there." Blaine agreed sympathetically. He didn't really want to think about Kurt in any of the situations Blaine found himself in High School.

"Exactly." Kurt replied turning to him. "Ohio isn't the place for someone like us. All the people are evil bastards. I just couldn't wait to-. " Kurt cut himself off, looking murderous as he glared out of the window. Blaine thought he looked so powerful yet so broken. It was awful. He cleared his throat. Kurt looked to him and softened. "I'm sorry. Bad memories. But the Glee club made up for it." Kurt returned his gaze on the window again, wistfully this time. Blaine couldn't hold it in.

"Kurt, I was wondering if, maybe, you might want to go out for coffee sometime or…" Blaine trailed off and tried to backtrack when Kurt hesitated.

"I mean you don't have to! If you have other plans or you just don't want to see me or—" Kurt's laugh cut him off. Blaine stopped immediately. His laugh was melodic and infectious. His eyes crinkled just a tad and his smile didn't show his teeth. It was absolutely the most adorable thing Blaine had ever seen.

Kurt grabbed his hand after he stopped laughing. Blaine stopped breathing. Oh god. He's touching me. I am literally going to die.

"I would love to."