"Fuck. Fucking fuck fuck." Blaine was lying face down on the kitchen floor, out of breath. He got up and looked in the mirror. His face looked a little more defined, his jeans were blue now, and he slowly looked at his eyes. Still black and white.

"Fuuuuuck no," Blaine whined. It hadn't worked. His stupid fucking plan was so fucking stupid, what did he think was going to happen? Love at first sight? Instant attrition? Stupid stupid stupid.

Okay, deep breaths. He wasn't going to give up. After all, he had made some progress, right? Kisses weren't nothing. Kurt liked him. Kurt had left, but not immediately. He had been able to lure him into his room without much trouble. He double checked his stores of herbs and graphite, and it was all fine. He still had everything he needed. I mean, maybe he should have waited another week but it was too late for that now. He could handle this.

Blaine walked over to the window and looked out for a while, appreciating the beauty of the summer rain and the moon peeking out from the clouds, making the streets shimmer a blurry dark blue.

Back to the drawing board.