Kurt was already out of breath halfway to the main building, but he kept going. In the entrance hall he had to stop to ask for directions to his classroom, then he was running again.
Finally he stumbled into the room, greeted by about a dozen curious eyes, most of them belonging to girls, who were now giggling at his appearance. But Kurt didn't notice, because he was mesmerized by a pair of dark brown eyes, staring at him. He couldn't move, he didn't even dare to blink, afraid this was just a halluzination, that would vanish if he did anything but stare at it.
The next moment, it seemed like Kurt had been standing there forever, someone tapped him on the shoulder. Unwillingly he turned, to face an older man with grey hair and a tweed jacket, examining him over his spectacles. He totally looked the way Kurt had imagined college professors.
"In or out, young man?", he asked Kurt.
Kurt was about to blurt out: 'IN! SOOOO IN!', but he got the better of himself.
"In.", he mumbled and smiled sheepishly.
"Okay, then why don't you go and take a seat, please."
Kurt's heart was beating like crazy, as he sat down at the same table as the boy with the brown eyes. He gulped and stared at his notepad.

Blaine followed the boy, who had just entered the roo so ungracefully, with his eyes. He was beautiful, there was no doubt, but there was just something about him, that fascinated Blaine. He barely listened as the professor introduced himself, only when Lisa jagged him in the ribs he realized that they were introducing themselves, too.
"Uh, um, sorry. Hi, my name is Blaine, I'm originally from Rome, Italy and here I live with a gay couple and a 5 year-old on the Upper East Side in New York. I'm 21 years old."
He was italian, so showing off a little, pretty much was in his blood.
He was pleased to see the beautiful boy's eyes widen at the mention of the Upper East Side. He grinned

Kurt was still in shock after hearing what Blaine had just told them and after that grin. Oh dear god, that grin had almost knocked him out of his chair. He was still a little breathless when it was his turn to introduce himself.
"M-my name is Kurt Hummel, I'm from London, England and I live with my Hostfamily with two girls here on Long Island. I'm 22 years old.", he closed, smiling a shaky smile.
They continued with the introduction and Kurt tried very hard to concentrate on what the others said, but he could feel Blaine's stare on his back.
Finally they started the lesson and Kurt needed all his focus to take notes. But just half an hour later, the professor asked them to split up into groups and Kurt's heart was in his throat.

Blaine grinned when the professor announced the they had to go into groups. Immediatley he got up and sat right back down next to Kurt.
"Hey there.", he said smugly, grinning at the blood rushing into Kurt's cheeks. Kurt gulped.
"Hi.", he whispered, not sure what to think of Blaine's bluntnes.
Lisa and some other girls joined them and they told each other their names again. Blaine kept close to Kurt, making the latter a bit uncomfortable.
Their group was pretty productive though and came up with a lot of good ideas, that they put on a poster.
"So, who's gonna present it?", asked Lisa.
"I'm for Mr. Italy here.", Amalia, a girl from France, exclaimed and pointed at Blaine. THe other girls nodded.
"Sure, if I can do it with Kurt."
Lisa, who had quite the dirty mind, laughed so loud that the other groups stared at them. Blaine rolled his eyes, but smiled at Kurt.
"What do you say?"
"I don't know, I'm not that good infront of people.", argued Kurt half-heartedly. He WANTED to present, because he actually LOVED standing in front of an audience, but together with Blaine? That was a whole different thing.
"Why do I find this hard to believe? C'Mon!"
Blaine took Kurt's hand, pulled him up, grabbed the poster and went up to the teacher. Kurt's face was bright red due to this simple touch.