Chapter 1

Kurt huffed as he stepped out of his Navigator and started up the walkway to his house. Today was a day like any other: boring and repetitive. But, then, it wasn't. Kurt's insides twisted. "No, stop thinking about him. Don't let him get under your skin. He's not worth it." He shuddered as he unlocked the front door and gently opened it to find Finn and Rachel intertwined on the couch, watching My Fair Lady.

"Kurt! It's a pleasure to see you, as always!" Rachel announced as Kurt took off his jacket and smiled, "Finn, aren't you going to acknowledge your step-brother?"

"Hi, Kurt," muttered Finn as he squinted at the TV. Kurt chuckled inwardly. Rachel was always making him watch musicals that seemed to confuse him, even though the plots were fairly simple.

Kurt got himself a glass of water, said goodbye to Rachel and Finn, and stomped up the stairs, making sure his boots made a loud STOMP as he trudged up each stair. He flopped on his bed and stared up at the ceiling.

Kurt frowned as he thought of him. His dark curly hair and those piercing hazel eyes. Kurt couldn't shake them from his thoughts. And he knew that this couldn't lead to anything positive. Because Blaine Anderson was possibly the most "dangerous" boy at McKinley High School. With his bad boy wardrobe, "fuck me" smirk, and knack for punching people, he was the most sought after boy in what seemed like all of Lima, Ohio. Kurt usually didn't fall for this type. Hell, he didn't fall for most people at his school, expect for the few months where he was in love with his soon to be step brother. Kurt was gay, shy, and craving for the day he graduated, left this hell hole, and started his new life in New York, where life would surely be better.

But, sadly, he still had a year and a half to go. And Kurt was determined to make it through with out any hick-ups. Karofsky was long gone and his goons didn't have much interest in messing with him anymore, especially since Puck had sort of taken Kurt under his wing.

But, Blaine... Kurt hadn't really given him any thought when he arrived at the beginning of the year. He seemed like any other transfer student from The Dalton Reform School. Angry and hopelessly lost. Rumors spread through the school like wild fire on his first day. Kurt didn't believe most of them, but it seemed true that he was quite the ladies man, as he was attracting a lot of attention from the female population of McKinley. Santana loudly called dibs on him his first morning during homeroom. Kurt's next period was French 4. He was a year ahead of everyone in his grade in French, so he didn't really know anyone in his class. He sat alone in the back row. 15 minutes after the bell had rung, the door banged open and Blaine walked in, ignored the teacher's puzzled greeting, and dropped into the seat next to Kurt. He only glanced at Kurt once, then proceeded to clack his tongue ring against his teeth for the rest of class. All through October, Kurt didn't give Blaine any thought. He sporadically came to class, and when he did, he did anything but pay attention. He seem just like any other dead end kid.

Kurt sat up. He needed to do something with someone, anyone. Then he realized he had no one to call. Mercedes was always busy, now she was dating Sam. Rachel was downstairs, probably explaining the importance of "I Could Have Danced All Night". It seemed these days that he was always alone. He friends were all dating each other and never really had any extra time to spend with their only single friend.

Kurt didn't like to admit it, but he was lonely. And it seemed that all he could think about these days was being lonely.

Today, during a solitary lunch period, Kurt had decided to roam the hallways. As he turned a corner, he toppled over a pair of legs. He blushed and started to pick up his thing, mumbling something about apologies and then his victim chuckled gruffly. Kurt looked up and into a pair of sparkling hazel eyes. He slowly surveyed the rest of the person next to him. Blaine Anderson was wearing tight black jeans, a navy blue t shirt, and his trademark leather jacket. His hair was tousled ever so slightly and dark lips curved. He looked... sexy. Kurt had never really seen Blaine that way before. And what he saw, he liked.

Blaine smirked and stood up.

"Do you always greet people by falling all over them?" Blaine asked smartly.

Kurt was dumbstruck.

"Uhh, I just- um- sorry." Kurt stumbled a little and shuffled down the hall.

As he opened the door to the choir room, he looked around praying it was empty.

Kurt had never experienced anything like his encounter with Blaine. Being the only openly gay student at McKinley, he didn't really have anyone, well, like him to be around. The dating pool was more than scarce and while it had never truly bothered Kurt, he always thought it would be nice to have to someone to hold hands or go to the movies with. He didn't really want a full blown romance, all he wanted was someone one to care about and for that person to care back. Looking into Blaine's eyes had set off something physical inside Kurt. He'd never had that type of gut reaction before. The worst part was that he was sure Blaine wasn't gay. The way all the girls talked about him and the motorcycle he rode. He just didn't seem... that way.

Kurt gathered up his book bag and went to his car. He didn't want to sit in his room and mope anymore. He settled on driving over to The Lima Bean and finishing his French homework.

When he got there he ordered his usual, a grande nonfat mocha, and settled into an empty table next to the window, where the afternoon sun's rays were streaming into the small coffee shop. As soon has he had gotten ready to review how to conjugate the subjunctive, he heard the roar of a motorcycle. Kurt hurt his neck as he whipped his head around to see the owner and sure enough, Blaine was shaking his hair out of his face as he took off his helmet and started towards the door. Kurt gulped and started to pack his things. He didn't want any distractions and Blaine was certainly a distraction. Just as he decided to go to the local library to finish his work, the smell of vanilla, cigarette smoke, and gasoline hit Kurt's nose. Blaine had sat down in the other chair at his table and smirked.

"Are you going somewhere?" Blaine asked, "I don't really want you tripping over me again. I have bruises in places I didn't even know existed after our last run in, Kurt."

Kurt's eye widened. "How do you know my name?"

Blaine just smirked again. "So, are you going to sit back down?"

Kurt gulped and realized he wasn't going to be finishing his homework anytime soon.