The night was filled with small, but steady conversation between the two boys. First them getting to know little things about the other, which lead to them talking about the interest meeting the next day. That lead to Blaine trying to convince Kurt to audition for the second time that day.

Blaine Anderson:

But you would be so /great/ in this, Kurt

Kurt Hummel: Blaine. How many times do I have to tell you?

Blaine Anderson: Please? :c

Kurt Hummel: Nooo. Do not pout at the screen Anderson. I can see it from here

Blaine Anderson: *sigh* Fine.

Kurt Hummel: Hey. How about...I sit with you tomorrow? And then after I'll treat you to coffee?

Kurt Hummel: If that's okay with you obviously

Blaine Anderson: I would love to.

Blaine Anderson: But I have to go for the night. Goodnight Kurt!! I'll see you tomorrow. c:

Kurt Hummel: Good night Blaine.

Blaine Anderson: So, I thought about asking you what your coffee order was so I can surprise you with coffee at school

Blaine Anderson: Then I remembered that we're having coffee later

Blaine Anderson: So no surprise coffee. :c

Kurt Hummel: Youre a goofball. And thats okay. Theres always tomorrow Anderson. ;p

Kurt Hummel: But are we going in the same car or separate cars? This way I know ahead of time

Blaine Anderson: Take separate cars? I mean, no offense to you, but I have to go somewhere after

Kurt Hummel: Blaine. Thats perfectly fine. Dont worry about it

Kurt Hummel: Now, how its only /6/ in the morning

Kurt Hummel: Im gonna go finish getting ready.

Blaine Anderson: Crap. Sorry. It is early. I have to get ready to. Sorry

Kurt Hummel: Its fine Blaine. But Ill talk to you at school, yeah?

Blaine Anderson: See you then! (And sorry again)

Kurt shakes his head at Blaine's farewell and walks over to his closet To take out the clothes that he had hung up the night before. He unties the string to his bathrobe, sliding it off of his pale body, leaving him in only his navy boxer briefs. He shivers, the winter morning chill grazing his skin as he starts to put his feet through his jeans. Jumping, he manages to get his black jeans over his thighs and zippers up after having to adjust himself. He takes his sweater off of his hanger, smiling at the memory from only two years ago when Burt had told him he wasn't aloud to wear his knee-length sweater. But hey...it's winter. Who can really blame him for wanting to stay warm? He wiggles into the slightly loose-fitting, burgundy, knitted sweater.

He blows lightly at his flat hair as he moves over to his vanity. After sitting down, he sprays some of his moose into the palm of his hand, putting a nice amount throughout his damp hair, then starts to comb it into place. He finishes with his hair dryer, using his brush to himself out with styling it  better. Once he turns it off, he grabs one of his multiple cans of hairspray and spritzes out his usual amount to hold his hair in place. Looking at the time, he sees he still has about twenty minutes left until he has to leave for school. Calculating the amount of time he has to do everything--about five minutes to make his breakfast, then only about five to eat and drink his coffee. Then there's brushing his teeth, so the usual two minutes. And he still as to do his moisturizing. He curses under his breath and starts his moisturizing routine, having to cut it short today.

He hustles down the stairs, and practically running to the kitchen to save him a couple of minutes. He quickly gets out the eggs and some vegetables that he had cut out the night before and his small container of Feta from the fridge, and a pan from the cabinet and a spatula from one of the draws. He sprays the pan with cooking spray, not having the time to use butter, and starts to separate two eggs over the pan. He adds in everything he needs before turning the burner on and quickly turning around to get his mug from the cabinet to pour himself some coffee. After adding some cream and sugar, he turns his attention back to his egg to flip it over. He then checks the clock, seeing that he's a couple of minutes behind, he quickly chugs down his coffee, burning his tongue in the process, he grabs a plate and sets it on the burner two down from his pan.

Seeing that his egg is now done, he lifts the pan by the handle and scrapes the food onto his plate.  Grabbing a fork, he quickly (but safely) eats his egg. After, he drops his dishes in the sink and runs back up the stairs to brush his teeth. God, I'm gonna be late.

Kurt arrives a good few minutes before the warning bell rings. Late. He keeps thinking. When he spots an impatient Mercedes at his locker, he know's he was right. “And where have you been?” She starts the interrogation when he finally makes it to his locker.

“I was running late,” He explains, “obviously. Someone kept me from getting ready for a few minutes.”

Mercedes quirks an eyebrow at his response. “Well, that certainly wasn't me. The only person that I can think of who would keep you from doing anything is Rachel.”

Kurt flushes and mutters out a, “No.”

“Then who-” She cuts herself off when she saw his blush. A smile grows across her face quickly. “No!” She exclaims, causing Kurt to blush more. “Oh my god!” Kurt shushes her before she can yell anymore. “When did this start happening?”

“Last night.” He informs her, a small smile forming that he can't even stop. But before Mercedes even can get a word in, the warning bell rings, causing both teenagers to curse quietly. “We better start heading to class.” Kurt says as he closes his locker and gives her a quick hug. “Now I've gotta rush up to English, but I'll see you late.” He says before rushing off, leaving a chuckling Mercedes behind.

“Oh he is so telling me about what happened later.” She mutters to herself before walking in the opposite direction.

When Blaine walks into the cafeteria, he tries to find Kurt. But, of course he found him right away. Spotting him hunched over something, his heart picks up its pace. He tries to take a deep breath before walking over to the sandwich and salad line. After paying, he moves out of everyone's way to see if there are any empty seats near the other boy. He smiles when he sees that the seat across from him is opened. He walks over to the table with a quick pace in case anyone in Glee was looking for a seat.

“Don't look too distressed,” Blaine jokes as he takes his seat, “you'll get worry lines.” Kurt lets out a scoff and Blaine smirks when he sees the small smile on Kurt's face. “Now, what's got you so worried that it's going to ruin your face with wrinkles?”

“My face will not get ruined by anything, Anderson.” Kurt says, still trying to figure out how to answer his problem. “And to answer your question,” He says, finally pausing and looking up, “It's Precalc. And before you ask, no. I've never had any troubles in this class. It's just..just one topic.”

“Which one?” Blaine asks, tiling his head to the side. “I might be able to help.”

“Complex conjugate theorem.” Kurt informs him.

Blaine lets out a hiss before giving him a very apologetic look. “Can't help ya there, Kurt. I was absent last year on the day it was taught.”

“I forgot that you're in Calc.” The other boy sticks out his tongue before speaking again. “I'll just look it up later or something.” He shrugs before pulling his salad back over to him. “Gotta eat sometime.” He mumbles.

“Hey boys!” Mercedes gives them a knowing smile as she sits. “What's going on?”

“Kurt's gonna get worried lines on his face.” Blaine says casually, causing Kurt to throw a grape tomato at him.

“Am not!”

“You so are.” Blaine teases as Mercedes looks around the table. He and Santana make eye contact and they know exactly what they need to do. But Mercedes narrows her eyes a bit, a silent sign for “Don't you dare bring drugs or alcohol.” The other girl rolls her before shrugging. Mercedes then turns her attention back to the bickering boys.

“-'M not gonna get worried lines! I moisturize twice a day!” Kurt exclaims before reminding what had happened earlier that day. “And someone made me late today so I had to shorten it this morning.”

Santana obviously heard it when she let out a, “wanky,” making both of the boys shut up and turn pink. “Well that got the two of you to shut up.” She says boredly before going back to her conversation with Quinn and Brittany.

“So, what was this about worried lines?”

Kurt walks over to his locker after the last bell rang through the school think about his day. And all he could think about? It was simple; Blaine. And if just the sound of his name makes his heart speed up, then today was a bad day for his heart.

First of all, there was the whole Facebook conversation that started between them the night before and which Kurt proceeded to ask Blaine to sit with him at the meeting and go to coffee after. Then there was Mercedes asking him all of these questions throughout the day and hes pretty sure hes still flushed from it all. Oh, he cant forget about lunch with their playful fighting. But what Kurt cant truly get off his mind was the last class that they shared.

In Enviro Studies, Blaine sat right next to him. Well, he does that sometimes, but we share that class with a few of his friends and he usually sits with them. But today, he waved to that group and sat right next to Kurt. Throughout the entire period, they would pass notes while watching some movie about plants, corn he thinks.

Hes shakes himself into reality, noticing that hes down the hall from his locker. He starts to smirk when he sees someone leaning against his locker. "Little eager there?" He jokes when he makes it over.

"Very much so." Blaine says, giving a large smile to the ground before looking up to the other boy.

Kurts breath hitches just the slightest at how the other boy looks at him. "I-I ju-just need t-t-to put my stu-stuff away." Kurt stutters, his voice betraying him.

Blaine shifts over and motions to the locker, knowing Kurt is completely flustered, so he tried not make it worse. Tone it down. He scolds himself. He probably doesnt feel anything. Hes probably too overwhelmed.

Kurt notices that Blaines smile slips into a tight line. He lets Blaine figure out what ever battle is going in his head as he finishes. "Alright," he says bringing Blaine back with a soft smile, "lets go, Anderson. We need to find good seats.”

Blaine felt so out of his element when Kurt excused himself and went onto the stage to reunite with crew member that were part of crew for the drama just about a month ago. He sighs and starts to play with his phone some more.

“Y'know,” A voice says from his right, having him look away from Kurt again, “you should probably tell him how you feel."

Blaine shakes his head with a frown and looks over to Santana. "I cant do that."

"Its been what? Almost a yet since youve moved here?" She says seriously. "I was in that class too. The one where you met Kurt? It was so disgusting. You spotted him right when you came in and stopped in your tracks. I'm pretty sure you fell in love with his bright, blue eyes.”

“I-I-I mean,” He stutters out, as he looks back up to Kurt for a brief moment, “I like him. I really like him. I just...I don't know.” He admits, cradling his head in his hands.

“Just, get your shit together soon, yeah?” Santana replies softly. “You never know what may happen, Anderson.” She smirks as she watches Kurt come down from the stage. “Look sharp, Lover Boy. Here he comes now.”

A concerned Kurt sits back down next to Blaine and glares at the girl. “Oh, Blaine. What did, Satan, do to you?”

“What makes you think I did anything?” Santana snaps at him.

“He was alone with you.” He counters.

“I'm fine, Kurt. Really.” Blaine insists. “She just said something that was very...Santana is all.” He turns his back to the girl and places both hands on Kurt's arms. “I promise.”

“Fine.” Kurt sighs, visibly relaxing into the touch.

“Seriously, you two a-” Santana starts before getting cut-off by Mr. Shue.

“Packets everyone!” He yells through the auditorium, trying to gain everyone's attention. When the packets are handed out and everyone is seated, he starts the meeting. “Okay. So, welcome everyone, old and new! If it is your first time being here, I'll explain this a bit. How this goes is I will address what the cast needs to do and then the crew. But first, let me introduce everyone that is currently on the stage.

“I'm Mr. Shuester, or as everyone says, Mr. Shue. I run Glee club and I'll be helping with the vocals and producer.” He introduces himself. ”On my right is Artie Abrams. He is the stage manager. And next to him is Sam Evans and he is the crew chief. And lastly, on my right is Mr. David Barnes who is our set designer.

“Now, if you will open you packets we will begin.”

“I'll see you in few weeks, David.” Kurt says as he and the man let go of each other.

“Looking forward to it, Kurt. Always am.” David gives a genuine smile to Kurt before shooing him off.

“You ready, Blaine?” Kurt asks as he walks up to Blaine. “Because I can always leave without you since you are driving yourself.”

“Yes, you can,” Blaine smirks as he picks up his bag and slings it over his shoulder, “but you won't.”

“You sure about that?”

“Completely.”