First day of the semester and he was right on schedule. Kurt was warm and bathed in sunlight as he made his way to campus, a pencil tucked behind his ear and a brand new sketch book wedged safely in his satchel, humming contentedly as he sipped his Grande Non-fat Mocha and smiling pleasantly at the children rushing by him towards the park.

The first day of a new semester was always Kurt Hummel's favourite. The excitement of a new start, a new project, new art thrilled him to no end, and especially this time. This semester was going to be the best one yet if Kurt had any say in the matter. With excitement flooding his chest Kurt decided to arrive early to class that bright sunny morning. Rounding on his building and pushing the door open he smiled and took in the familiar classroom.

Everything was as it always had been. The walls were still splashed with every colour of paint imaginable, the large projector and screen at the front of the room, the same tiered desks and seating... Kurt took one step towards the stairs before noticing that he wasn't the only one who had decided to arrive early for class that day.

A boy, whom Kurt had noticed a few times, sat leaning back in his chair against the fifth tier. Kurt looked closely as he made his way carefully up the stairs. The boy's wild curls fell haphazardly over his forehead, long eyelashes fanned out prettily along his tanned cheeks, dozing silently. Spread in front of him on the desk lay several small, beaten up sketch books and an assortment of charcoals and pencils, all scattered as if they'd been thrown down. Kurt leant over the railings to take a closer look. The boy must have been sleeping peacefully for the first time in days, judging by his drawn features and the dark circles that marred the hollows of his closed eyes. Kurt had been studying him for a while before the sketchbooks suddenly caught his eye.

There in breathtaking detail was a depiction of a wolf pack, around a dozen of the beautiful creatures coiled around each other, nestled at the edge of a rocky plane, lined with winter stripped trees. He leant further over the railing, taking tentative steps along the aisle to get an even better look. It was then that he noticed. On top of one of the jagged rocks lay a lone wolf. It was entirely black, curled tightly, head resting on its paws as it stared sorrowfully back at him with graphite, gleaming eyes. He felt his breath catch and he stumbled a little. The sleeping boy jolted awake, looking terrified and panicked until his wide hazel eyes fell upon the most stunning man he had ever seen.

"I-I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." Kurt stuttered, flushing a delicate pink as the boy continued to stare up at him.

"I was admiring your work," he almost whispered taking a few tentative steps along the aisle and sitting down "it's beautiful, so intricate." The boy looked down at his sketchbook eyes lingering on the lone wolf, a calloused finger caressing its outline. He smudged the charcoal with his fingertip, making it flare outwards slightly almost imitating fur being tussled in the wind. He leant back brushing smudged fingertips through his hair, eyes moving warily from the page back to Kurt.

"Thank you," he turned and studied Kurt closely, almost nervously "I don't hear that very often."

"I can't imagine why, it's breathtaking." Kurt smiled slightly as the hazel eyed boy ducked his head modestly.

"It's very kind of you. A lot of people tend to avoid it, my work that is."

"I honestly just can't see why-" Kurt blurted; he'd never seen anything so wonderfully detailed as this boy's work.

"You can't? Mine is an intense style. I tend to draw more than what people wish to see."

"Well I for one would like to see more. May I?" he asked tentatively, gesturing to the sketchbook. The other boy simply nodded and turned away to start scribbling in another book across from him.

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Ten minutes later Kurt was still gaping in awe at the sketchbook he held reverently in his hands as other students began to file in and take their seats. He was captivated by the worlds this fascinating boy could create on a single page. All too soon he was pulled back to reality when Mr Gabriel began the lecture. He closed the sketchbook and reached over to place it back in front of the mysterious boy when one of the other sketchbooks caught his eye. On the page was a simple pastel drawing of him. Profiled with lovingly coloured pink cheeks, red lips, and sparkling blue eyes he turned to gape at its creator. He simply gave him a small smile; eyes alight as he turned to pay attention to Mr Gabriel and Kurt pulled out his own sketchbook.

"Now this semester we're going to mix things up a little." Exclaimed Mr Gabriel enthusiastically. "This semester your final pieces will be based on the theme of identity." The whole class groaned collectively. "But," he added with a mischievous grin "we aren't talking about personal identity, we're talking about how you identify with someone other than yourself." Mr Gabriel turned to his desk and picked up a sheet of paper "You, along with your partner, are required to create a piece that you feel defines the other in someway. But, be warned, this is not a portrait challenge. In order to pass you must know your muse, really know them." Mr Gabriel surveyed the room of artists before him. "Your pairs are as follows..."

"Ainsley, Benjamin Lou Stewart with Theobold, Rose Anna"

"Archer, Tom with Turner, Scarlet Lizzie"

"Alexa, Beth Donna with Smith, Cadence"

"Anderson, Oliver Leonardo Blaine with Hummel, Elizabeth Kurt"

Kurt swivelled in his seat to try and locate his partner. Bouncing in his seat with excitement he looked back at the boy next to him who glanced at his sketchbook, eyes widening and taking a shaky breath in.

"Hi Kurt."

"Hi- OH!" Kurt almost fell of his seat in recognition "You're Blaine!"

"I am" Blaine laughed lightly.

"I knew you looked familiar!"

"Oh?" He was pretty sure they'd never met, despite Blaine's admiration from afar or behind originally whatever. "Blaine Oliver Leonardo Anderson, Casanova of Fine Art class of 2014" Kurt giggled, something adorable that made his nose scrunch up and his eyes twinkle. Blaine wanted to smack his own head against the desk repeatedly.

"What am I going to have to do to make people forget that? I've been off almost everyone's radar for like a year and a half."

"Maybe you were just anything but forgettable." Kurt said coyly, his cheeks tinting as he looked up at Blaine with innocent baby blues under thick lashes. Blaine was pretty sure he just choked, on air. A stray strand of hair fell across Kurt's forehead and his fingers itched to comb it back into place; to feel his pale skin and bring him closer. He coughed and tore his gaze away from Kurt.

"So we're paired..." Blaine tried, nonchalantly.

"We are" Kurt replied, nervously playing with his fingers.

"So..." Blaine took a deep breath, steeling himself "Would you like to talk about the dynamics of this assignment over coffee sometime?"

"Sure, I'd love to Blaine."