Kurt flopped down on the futon in his dorm and took to staring at the underside of his bed. He didn't bother to take off his shoes or jacket.

"I should have known." he muttered.

"Should have known what?" His roommate, and stepbrother Finn rolled over the edge of the opposite lofted bed.

Kurt didn't move. "Nothing. Stuff you don't want to hear about."

Finn shrugged, "Try me."

Knowing how this would end up Kurt didn't have high hopes for the conversation. "It's a guy."

"Oh." Finn said looking a bit pal. He never knew how to talk to Kurt about this stuff and Kurt never expected to. He left that up to his girl friends. They would have been really helpful at this moment.

"Told you. Just forget it." Kurt sat up. His brow furrowed noticing that Finn was still wearing the shirt from the night before. "Didn't you go to class today?"

The sheepish look on Finn's face gave Kurt his answer before he said anything. "I thought about it, but then I realized I hadn't done the reading so I figured why go if I didn't do it?"

Kurt shook his head not exactly surprised by this. He raised his eyes to Finn and in a motherly fashion he said, "Here's an idea Finn, why not actually do the reading? You may have a football scholarship but it doesn't mean homework is beneath you."

He took of his boots and set them back inside of his wardrobe. Finn shifted in the bed and because he couldn't sit up properly he continued to lean over the metal rail. He rolled his eyes the way he always did when Kurt tried to give him advice.

It was their freshmen year and Kurt found it easier to live with someone he knew instead of some stranger. The last thing Kurt needed was to have a possibly toxic living situation. And besides Finn being a bit of slob, they were already stepbrothers and used to each other's company.

"I never said it was beneath me." Finn said, he sounded offended by the fact that Kurt basically insinuated his ego had gotten out of control. "I just had one lazy day. It's not like it's gonna happen again."

"Sure it won't." Kurt said flipping through his planner.

The subject dropped with that. While Kurt didn't mind living with his stepbrother, Finn may have said otherwise. Kurt could be a little overbearing at times. Even he could admit that. He just liked things a certain way and in such a tiny confined space it was hard not to scratch at the other person's nerves.

Finn only came down from his loft to eat and watch some TV. It was late afternoon before he actually got cleaned up. Kurt kept to himself the rest of the day sitting at his desk pouring over open textbooks and notes trying to complete the tedious assignments before it got too late.

When it came to biology homework, Kurt came across the page with Blaine's face sketched on the side. There were little to no notes on the most recent chapter. He stared at the graphite face. His eyes weren't exact but Kurt couldn't bring himself to erase anything. There was a chance he could smudge it too much beyond any kind of repair and then where would he be?

"Are you taking an art class?" Finn hovered over Kurt's shoulder, a toothbrush sticking out the corner of his mouth.

After being disgusted by the foam oozing from Finn's mouth Kurt quickly placed his textbook on top of the picture.

"No." he said, "It was just something I did in class today."

Finn moved the toothbrush around in his mouth. The bathroom was down the hall, where did he expect to spit? Kurt shuddered at the thought.

"That the guy?" Finn asked. He struggled to keep the mixture of saliva and toothpaste in his mouth.

"They do make bathrooms you know, with sinks." Kurt said changing the subject away from Blaine.

Finn held up a wash cloth and left the room suggesting that he had forgotten the item and merely came back to claim it. Kurt sighed and lifted the book to peak at his imitation of Blaine's face. He thought about Penny and it angered him. Kurt shouldn't have assumed that he was gay. Penny was very pretty and he was sure that Blaine and her would be very happy together. He thought this bitterly and with heavy sarcasm.

His phone rang; the tune of Lady Gaga's "Bad Romance" filled the small room. Lazily, Kurt reached for his phone. The name 'Rachel' lit up on the screen. Kurt tensed and got that annoyed feeling he got whenever he saw Rachel's name on his phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey Kurt, so how were classes today?"

"Fine." he said, lying through his teeth. He knew the nature of this call and wasn't wanting to go into details at the moment. "How about y—"

"Is Finn with you?"

Kurt leaned back in his desk chair. "He's in the bathroom and he may have rabies."

"Oh, well I was just making sure he didn't forget about the dinner we had planned. I called him a few times but he didn't answer."

"He's fine Rachel, just prepping for the night out. Actually here he is now." Kurt said as the door creaked open. He passed the phone off to an unsuspecting Finn.

Rachel would be the first person he went to for this Blaine problem, but her mind was only on Finn. He watched his brother with envy, wishing he had a relationship like that. He would just have to look elsewhere and not worry about Blaine anymore. They didn't even know each other, which meant this would have to be easy. A lie Kurt tried to convince himself of.

The following day at Kurt's usual table in the union he sat with his biology notebook out once again. His eyes darting up just about every fifteen seconds to see if Blaine was around. It wasn't stalkerish, he was just curious. They were on a first name basis. That made them friends. Lie. It made them acquaintances.

"You would not believe what musical the university is doing in the winter." Rachel Berry took the empty seat across from Kurt successfully blocking his view of the union. "Are you ready for it? Wicked."

Kurt craned his neck around Rachel sure that he saw Blaine sit down. It wasn't him. Rachel waved her hand in Kurt's face. He blinked and sat back.

"I'm sorry."

"Kurt, you're not sharing the moment with me, this is a big moment for me. I mean for us. Don't you get it these are the parts we were meant to play!"

Kurt smiled at Rachel's enthusiasm. "It'll be a great opportunity for you."

Rachel tilted her head and frowned. "We're both going to try out, aren't we?"

She reached across the table and took his hand and gave him a pleading look. Kurt shrugged, "I suppose I have no choice."

"okay, what is the matter with you? You should be freaking right now and we should be practicing." Her eyes fell down onto the open notebook and Blaine's face. Rachel let go of Kurt's hand and snatched the notebook away before he could grab it. His heart raced.

"Who is this?"

"A drawing of a boy who was bored during biology." Kurt made a grab for it. He hated Rachel sometimes when she did things like this. "Now could you give that back?"

Rachel pouted and reluctantly handed the notebook over. "You know you can tell me anything Kurt. Anything."

Kurt tucked the picture away. He had planned on telling Rachel at one point but he didn't want to be caught in the middle of his obsession. Blaine was basically a complete stranger and still he was unable to vacate from Kurt's thoughts. He told Rachel of the previous day's events in detail and she listened with an open ear and her eyes lit up when he finished. She looked like she was plotting something. Not good.

"You should sit next to him tomorrow." She urged.

"I'm sorry did you miss the part where he is straight?"

Rachel rolled her eyes and leaned forward on the table, "That doesn't mean you can't be his friend."

"I can't."

"Hey Kurt."

Kurt's head snapped up. Blaine was standing behind Rachel, his charming smile as effective as ever. Kurt's heart fluttered. He returned the smile his cheeks a light color of rouge.

"Blaine. Hi."

Rachel drew her lips tight after she quickly glanced at Blaine and back to Kurt. With her eyes she tried to silently converse with him. Kurt pleaded with his own eyes for her to reconsider. Rachel took her purse and stood up. Slyly she backed away, "I should be going. Kurt, I'll see you later."

She mouthed 'He's cute!' and walked away after giving a thumbs up. Kurt could have died.

"Who was that?"

"Rachel, my brother's girlfriend and my best friend. As strange as that sounds. Uh, did you want to sit?"

Blaine hesitated before he sat. Kurt straightened his back flat against the chair. It was awkward and uncomfortable. They were quiet for a few seconds. Kurt couldn't help but continuously smile. He must have looked foolish.

"I wanted to apologize for Penny yesterday. I think she came off a bit—"

"Cold?" Kurt offered.

Blaine laughed. His laugh was sexy. Kurt wasn't ashamed to admit that in his head. There was no describing it as cute. Sexy was the only fitting word.

"Yeah, well I'd like to say she isn't always like that but I'd be lying. I felt bad though. We didn't get much of a chance to talk." Blaine said. He put his hands on the table. Kurt eyed them.

"It's fine I'm sure your girlfriend has her reasons for being protective of you. I understand completely." Kurt said.

Again Blaine laughed a good deep hearted laugh. It sent a shiver down Kurt's spin. "What's so funny?"

"Sorry, she's not my girlfriend."

Kurt was more than relieved to hear that. In fact it felt like a great weight had lifted from his shoulders and chest. He tried not to smile so big.

"Oh? I'm sorry I just assumed she was."

Blaine leaned forward becoming more comfortable with the setting. Always a good sign. The table was so small that any closer and Kurt would just need to lean forward and their faces to touch.

"I've never had a girlfriend actually. I'm gay." Blaine said. He put it all out there and Kurt was impressed. Mostly he was ecstatic as hell and beside himself with joy and hope.

Words were foreign to Kurt again. "Me too." Was all he replied with.

Blaine didn't seem too surprised but there was a smile in his eyes. Kurt could stare in those eyes all day, forget about breathing he just wanted to stare at those eyes.

The air became awkward again but mostly because Kurt was unable to breath properly. Blaine sat back.

"Well. Kurt. To strike up some conversation unrelated to my friend's poor attitude, what are you majoring in?"

Kurt was glad Blaine said something otherwise he would have sat silent forever.

"Musical theater. I know, perpetuating the gay male stereotype aren't I?" He said in a joking way.

Luckily Blaine caught the lightness in his tone. "That's so cool. I'm actually a Music Studies major. I'd do musical theater but I've never really been able to act. Best I could do was Tony in my high school's performance of West Side Story."

There was no possible way this man could get any better it was decided.

"I bet you were wonderful as Tony." Kurt said imagining how Blaine sang. If it was anything like his laugh Kurt was sold.

Blaine, modest as he appeared to be, waved his hand in stop kind of gesture. "I was mediocre, nothing special. I actually, this is going to sound stupid, I sit and do a lot of cover songs. I was part of my school's glee club in high school."

Kurt's jaw dropped open. He leaned forward on the table completely forgetting to feel nervous or anxious around Blaine. "Me too, all four years."

Blaine beamed at Kurt. "Wow, we have a lot in common."

"So it would seem."

Silence. Staring. Eye contact. Kurt's heart beating so loud in his chest.

"I have to dash off to my next class, I'll see you tomorrow in biology." Blaine got up and held his hand out to Kurt. "It was really nice getting to talk with you. We'll have to do it again sometime."

Kurt slowly took Blaine's hand and shook it. His hand was warm, not sweaty, but soft. "It's a date. I mean, not a date date but uhhh—yes, we'll have to talk to again."

Blaine chuckled and walked away. He turned and wave before disappearing across the union. Kurt put his head in his hands and groaned. His phone vibrated on the table.

A text message from Rachel.

How did it go? : )