Blaine watched him walk down the street. He had never felt like he needed anything more. He had to follow this man. Watch the way he walked, very straight with only the slightest bit of a swing to his hips. Watch the way is mouth seemed to wrap around the words before the sound came from the base of throat and traveled upwards. Watch the way the man touched things, like he knew he had the strength to break it and needed to be gentle. Blaine had never wanted a man more then this, and what Blaine, wanted he got. But he’d take his time to claim this one as his. Because when the women next to him called, “Kurt” Blaine knew neither one of them would ever be the same.

Kurt and the small women turned into the music store, her chatting happily away about something Blaine couldn’t be bothered to listen to, and Kurt made small hums of agreement. Blaine listened intently to those hums as a part of his brain imagined him making those noises for a completely different reason. “New Directions needs a different strategy for our opening number at sectionals. While I fully believe that Finn and I are excellent duet partners, you can offer a different sound to compliment my voice, so let’s…” Blaine stopped listening. New Directions was the glee club at McKinley High. So he sings? Blaine grinned to himself slightly and continued to blatantly stare at Kurt.

Kurt.

As soon as he thought the name the boy turned his head as if he had been called out loud. His eyes automatically snapped to Blaines as if he knew he would be standing right there. With a swarm of courage Blaine slightly tilted his head down and smirked, winking as he watched Kurt's face flush.

“Kurt Hummel, are you listening to me?” the shrill voice cut through their moment and his eyes flitted back to Rachel. “Yes of course.” Kurt’s eyes once again sought out Blaine’s, but the mysterious boy was already gone, the bell on the door ringing emptily.

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Blaine took out his cell phone dialing 411. He said the name strongly and surely, his eyes gleaming with plans. He jotted down the number given on his hand chuckled low. The boy was his.