“Shit, sorry. You’re phone’s okay isn’t it! Oh god, it’s an IPhone. Please tell me it’s okay! I’m such a klutz, I knew something was going to happen on my first day, and now I’m rambling, at least I haven’t said something about how good your ass looks in those jeans. Crap. And you’re probably straight and you’re going to want to beat me up, I’ll just go…”
“My phone’s fine, it’s been thrown against a wall enough times!” Kurt interrupted, blushing at the man’s last statement. “And thanks for the compliment, I am actually gay. And I’m not going to…” Kurt finally looked up from his phone and into some gorgeous hazel eyes. The man was stunning. He had his dark brown hair slicked back (Kurt thought it was naturally curly, and wanted to hope that he’d find out) and was wearing bright red capri pants, a black polo shirt and a striped bow tie. Kurt was breathless.
“My name’s Kurt” he finally got the courage to say.
“Blaine.”
Kurt felt a spark as he took Blaine’s outstretched hand in a shake, and couldn’t control the small gasp that left his throat. They stood, hands still connected, for longer than a shake should last, but the moment was interrupted by an agitated but highly amused Rachel.
“So your phone is okay, we’ve got to go to our first lecture, we can’t be late on our first day Kurt! Come one!” she said, grabbing Kurt’s arm and pulling him away from Blaine slightly, making him almost fall if it wasn’t for Blaine’s strong grip on his hand.
“Sorry about her, she’s a bit…” Rachel huffed, so Kurt didn’t continue. “I’ll see you around then Blaine?” he smiled, and then walked away, so Rachel didn’t get any more annoyed with him, and didn’t embarrass himself again.
“I hope so.” Blaine whispered, watching Kurt’s quickly retreating back.

Both Rachel and Kurt’s first lecture of the day was Vocal Coaching, in the furthest block from the main building. They weren’t in the same class though, as today’s was a one-on-one session with their
tutor, but they still walked together.
“He was cute.” Rachel said, out of the blue.
“Who? Oh Blaine, yeah he was.” Kurt replied, blushing.
“He likes you.” Rachel pointed out.
“No, he doesn’t, he likes my butt. “
“He thinks your butt looks good in those pants, yes, but his eyes lit up when you said you’d see him around. He likes you, and you like him.”
Kurt blushed. Was it that obvious? Yes, Blaine was attractive, but he was either a douchebag or completely out of his league. Out of the two he hoped for the latter, at least his attractiveness wouldn’t be brought down by an awful personality. He didn’t act like he had a bad personality either, which was a good thing.
“He’s probably way out of my league Rach, there’s no point.”
“There is a point. I said that I would get you a boyfriend by the end of our first year year here, and Mr. Perfect has turned up on day 1. He’s probably in one or two of our lessons, he only looks old enough to be a first year like us. Oh, that reminds me, we need to compare timetables!”
Rachel paused for a second whilst she grabbed her timetable out of her bag.
“Oooh, we’ve got Musical Theory, Dance and Theatre Studies together! But we’ve got Voice next, which on Mondays is one-to-one, but we’ve got Musical Theory afterwards, so we can talk then. But during my Voice lesson, seeing as though my voice is already perfect, I can start thinking about Operation Klaine.”
“Operation what?” Kurt asked, confused.
“Operation Klaine. Kurt and Blaine together make Klaine. See my logic? Of course you do, it’s genius!”
Kurt was wary about so-called ‘Operation Klaine’ but Blaine was gorgeous, and he would like to get to know him more, so he went with it.
“Fine, fine Rachel, go ahead with ‘Operation Klaine’ or whatever it was called, but if it all blows up in my face, I’m holding you responsible.”
Rachel nodded, understanding, and Kurt changed the subject.
“I hope the tutors are okay, I don’t think I could live with another homophobic tutor.”
“I’m sure they won’t be Kurt, who do you have? I’ve got L.Michele.”
“B.Anderson.”
“I hope it’s a guy and he’s hot, he could maybe keep your mind of Blaine.” Rachel grinned.
“Rachel! I don’t want to have a crush on my teacher! That’s a recipe for disaster!”
They stayed silent for the rest of the 5 minute walk, and when they got to the door, they said goodbye and made their way to their respective rooms.
Kurt got to room 10 quite easily. The corridor was full of images of great musicians, from Bob Marley to The Beatles, and had black ceilings and black walls. It made the corridor feel small and dark, but added to the cool atmosphere of the place. The corridor only had two doors, room 10 and what looked like a janitor’s closet, so Kurt assumed this was where they put the new teahcers or new students, to try to intimidate them or something, but Kurt didn’t want to run, something about here felt right.
He jumped when the door behind him opened.
“Sorry, I’m late. I’m your tutor…” the introduction stopped when Kurt turned round.
“Blaine.” Kurt whispered, in shock.
“Oh, er hi Kurt. Come on in.” Blaine said nervously, but still upbeat.
Kurt swiftly pulled his phone out of his jean pocket and sent a quick text to Rachel.
BLAINE IS MY TUTOR. BLAINE IS B.ANDERSON. ABORT OPERATION KLAINE! OH MY GOD I HAVE A CRUSH ON A TEACHER. THIS CAN ONLY GO BADLY.
“Kurt, can you put your phone away, we don’t want another accident like we did on the steps this morning.” Blaine said, chuckling.
Kurt blushed at the thought, put his phone on silent and back in his pocket, and then looked up again. Bl- Mr.Anderson, Kurt corrected himself, was closer than he thought, and once again Kurt was looking into his deep hazel eyes, until Blaine coughed, obviously trying to hide a blush, and looked away.
‘Oh god’ Kurt thought ‘I’m screwed’.