Dear Journal,

Do I love him or do I hate him? He's been someone that I've seen as standing in my way for almost a year now. Before he came along I was the only one that even had a slim chance at that recording contract and then Mr ‘Fancy Pants thinks he's better than everyone else' walks in and believes that he's automatically entitled to it just for showing up, I think not. On the other hand, I do admire his competitive spirit, and I have to face the fact that he was crafted from the tears of Jesus because no one is that beautiful. Also, I think part of my ‘hating him' is the fact that he is not yet in my bed screaming my name. No, I can't be thinking like that, Kurt Hummel Is the enemy and that's how it is to remain. I will get this contract even if I have to pry it from his cold dead hands. Well, that's if I don't die of sexual frustration first.

Love Always,
Your favourite, Blaine Anderson.

Blaine closed his journal and slipped it back into his messenger bag, maybe writing in public wasn't the best idea in the world but he felt much better now that was down on paper. The smell of old books and ink made him smile as he looked around. NYADAs library was stunning. Books lined almost every wall. It wasnt like the new age ones where the spent all their money on computers and had lost what the term library actually meant. No, this place was like a sanctuary, a place Blaine could go to get away for a while. However ‘a while' had passed and now it was time for him to attend his dance class and face one Kurt Hummel once again.

The next few hours passed in a torturously slow whirl of, dance, witty comeback, dance, glare, dance and repeat. The young countertenor would certainly be the death of Blaine Devon Anderson. Eventually the class ended and Blaine changed back into his regular clothes before exiting as quickly as possible, he wanted to spend as little time with Hummel as humanly possible.

“Hey, Anderson!” He heard the high voice of his competition call from behind him causing Blaine to ignore him which only resulted in the slightly taller male jogging to catch up with him. “Jesus you're rude, could you look at me when I'm speaking to you?”

“What do you want Hummel, I've had to deal with you enough today.” Blaine snapped, folding his arms over his chest as he raised one perfectly triangular eyebrow.

Kurt suddenly looked a bit nervous but that was gone in a matter of moments, to the point where Blaine was sure he'd imagined it. “Well,” Kurt snapped back with a glare, “I was just going to inform you that Ms July has paired us up for our dance final.”

Blaine entire body went rigid at Kurt's words, he couldn't be serious could he? Fuck. Why did the universe hate him today? He took a deep breath and looked back up at Kurt. “That's not until the end of next semester.” He said through gritted teeth as he tried not to get too agitated.

“Listen Blaine, you don't like me and I don't like you but we've been forced to work together so stop being so uptight. We have to start rehearsing soon if we have any chance at all at being top of the class.”

“Fine.” Blaine pulled out his wallet, pulling out one of the business cards that he usually gave to agencies. “Take this.” He said handing Kurt the card as he did. “It's got my mobile, my home phone and my address on it. Call me and we'll sort out times that we can meet.”

With that he turned on his heel and left the building, he decided to try and see it as a learning experience. In the music and dance industry he was going to have to work with people that he didn't exactly like and therefore he'd just have to learn some coping mechanisms. Still, the universe must have a good old time fucking with him all the time. This was going to be the longest six months of his life and he had to spend all of it with one Kurt Elizabeth Hummel AKA sex on legs.