Blaine suppressed another yawn while walking with Maria to the church service that was held, like every Sunday. He had barely slept the other night, his thoughts running back- and forwards between his father’s wishes and Kurt’s causeless anger.

His mind couldn’t figure out why Kurt acted like this. Usually in their society everyone was extremely nice, at least if you were near them. Talking behind people’s backs was very popular. The lack of sleep wasn’t helping his thought-process either.

“Blaine? Are you listening at all? Hello, I’m talking to you!”
Damn.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Maria gave him a distrustful look.

“Are you alright darling? You seem to be upset about something. Is it your father again?”
Thank god. I’m saved.

“Yes! Exactly! My father! He was talking about the company again.”

She doesn’t have to know that I think about a person I just met that much…

Her expression changed to pity.

“Look Blaine, I know you don’t like the idea very much, but I’m sure you’ll get used to it. When we are married and perhaps have children one day, you will be happy to assure us a comfortable life. Then you will see that your musical… career is just an unimportant hobby. Its fun, but you can’t make a living playing music.”

Blaine felt like his dreams were crashed into a million pieces, to say the least.

“I understand.” Blaine prayed that she wouldn’t notice the lump that was forming in his throat or the suddenly fastening blinking of his eyes. The remaining way they walked in silence.

The church service was full of people, so they had some problems finding Blaine’s parents.
Finally they saw them, right in front of Captain Smith. They made their way through the people, stopping every now and then to greet a familiar face. (“Oh, Mrs. Duff Gordon, it’s a pleasure to meet you again! Yes, I looked at your designs, thank you. Ooh, they are beautiful!”) Mr. Smith was a very polite and calm person and one of the few people Blaine adored, like Thomas Andrews, who walked by a minute later, smiling at them.

“Good morning Miss Swan - Mr. Anderson. How are you today? I’m sorry, but I have to talk to Mr. Smith for a minute before we start.” and so they went to the little room right in front of them. Blaine and his family had to wait with the other passengers for their return, as Mr. Smith held the service.

Suddenly, Mr. Hummel walked past them, greeting Blaine’s father with a warm smile and exchanging a few words. Blaine felt a heat coming up his face and just stared at the door Mr. Andrews and Mr. Smith had disappeared behind, knowing whose steps he heard coming up to them. He was proven right much too soon, when Kurt Hummel came walking into his view.
Kurt tried to build eye-contact and Blaine glanced back at the blue depths.
“Mr. Anderson.” Kurt sounded tense. Blaine tried to stay calm, feeling angry and excited at the same time, and clenched his teeth.

“Mr. Hummel.” With that he turned his head away, afraid of loosing it.

Kurt looked away too, being confused to say the least, and followed his father to find their own seats. Blaine’s family didn’t seem to have noticed the awkwardness of this conversation, and luckily Mr. Smith started to speak, so everyone’s attention went towards him.

That day, Blaine saw Kurt from distance a few times, and every time his heart started pounding ridiculously fast and a wave of guilt washed over him.

Maybe I was too harsh? He didn’t seem annoyed today…
All in all, his mood got worse than it was already. There was only one thing Blaine could think of that would ease his nerves right now, so he made his way to the gym, taking his boxing gloves with him. It took a few seconds for him after he entered the gym to recognize that he wasn’t the only person in there. According to the sunny and warm weather outside he wasn’t expecting anyone to be inside like him.

The person in the back of the room was practicing with some kind of swords, looking a lot like big forks. The speed of the swords was very impressive and looked like it required a lot of training. Blaine held his breath at the sight of it, stunned by the grace and lightness the slim fingers spun them with.

For the first time, Blaine focused on the person doing this, and he almost fainted by the sight of pale skin and hazelnut-colored hair.

No way. Why is he here? Out of all people?

Kurt, standing with his back towards the door to this moment, seemed to notice that he wasn’t alone anymore. Blaine’s heart beat started to double its speed when his eyes met the blue crystals that were in the others face.

“Oh. I didn’t hear you enter.” Kurt’s beautiful voice sounded tense again, just like earlier in the morning. Blaine tried to keep a straight expression on his face, so the other boy wouldn’t notice the storm of emotion he had caused. He didn’t trust his voice, so he just shrugged and averted his eyes, dreading he would blush again.

Kurt seemed to have noticed a rejection and his voice was full of bitterness and something else Blaine couldn’t define.

“I’m sorry that I tried talking to you. It won’t happen again. But you could act like a grown-up and be at least a little bit nicer.”
Wait. What? Now I’m confused again. He started being impolite!

“I should have been nicer? You snapped at me the moment we met! Guess what, I didn’t run into you on purpose, it was an accident!” They glared at each other.

“Oh I’m sorry, but I was kind of in a hurry, so I haven’t got the time to have Smalltalk. The day you meet your new stepmother the first time isn’t the best one to be late, okay?”

Blaine knew he shouldn’t say it, he knew it, but for some reason he still was upset about the other boy’s attitude the other day. At the same time he couldn’t help recognize the beauty in the others eyes, his perfectly arched nose and those flawless lips…

All those thoughts let him blurt out what he really shouldn’t have said:

“I don’t know the difference it would have made if you were on time. With this attitude of yours you would have scared her away anyways. I assume this is the reason why your mother left and you need a new one in the first place?”

He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, but he didn’t expect the tears that filled Kurt’s eyes immediately. Blaine hadn’t noticed that they were closer than before, but now he got fully aware of it, seeing every single one of Kurt’s eyelashes, slowly getting soaked with drops of the salty water as he lowered his gaze.

“She died eight years ago.” His whisper was barely audible and Blaine felt shivers being sent down his spine and goose bumps rising all over his arms.

“I- I’m sorry” Blaine said lamely. He didn’t know what else to say, and they still were so close. Confused by his tone, Kurt looked up again and locked their gazes.

Blaine couldn’t have moved if his life would have depended on it, his breath stopped and all he recognized was the supernal face in front of his own.

It seemed like they stood there forever, lost in each others eyes and feeling an identical prickling in their stomachs.

Without thinking, Blaine reached out to wrap his arms around the other boy and his lips captured Kurt’s for an urgent, but still soft kiss.

A wave of emotions washed over him and his skin tickled where it met Kurt’s.
His lips are so soft…

He smells and tastes better than I ever could have imagined.

The next second they seemed to realize what they were doing and they jumped apart.

Oh my…

Damn. Damn, I absolutely have no self-control. What have I done?

Kurt raised a hand to his lips and touched them with his trembling fingers while he stared at Blaine with a shocked and surprised expression.

Blaine turned around, not feeling capable of seeing his expression turn into disgust and anger.

From the corner of his eyes he saw Kurt picking up his swords that he must have dropped at some point and running out of the room, leaving Blaine with a lump forming in his throat.