Blaine Anderson was feeling a little lost, if he was being completely honest with himself. Normally, people threw themselves at his feet, begging to be seen with him. Girls would literally turn up at his door scantily dressed (how they got into the school was something he never really gave much thought to) and beg him to reconsider his sexuality, even though he insisted that it didn’t quite work that way. And now, there was this boy, that just waltzed in to Dalton with his perfectly coiffed hair and wide, innocent eyes, and he just would not budge. He was apparently uninterested, which Blaine found equally unnerving and incredibly difficult to believe.

Kurt Hummel continued to stroll casually around Dalton, apparently content with the walls around him, and the two sidekicks he’d found himself in Jeff and Nick, completely oblivious to Blaine’s presence. 

Blaine had been taken aback when Kurt hadn’t immediately responded to his advances, but he’d recovered quickly and then decided he’d wait until Kurt came to him. Which he would.

Or he’d thought so.

But now, a week and a half had gone by since Kurt had transferred and Blaine was beyond sexually frustrated. Yes, he hadn’t had sex with anyone since he noticed the lithe form of the new student walking the halls of Dalton. It seemed as though he was going to have to actually work a little bit harder for this one and actually invite the boy to his room, instead of waiting for Kurt to come to him.

Resigned to his fate, Blaine sought out Kurt where he was studying in the commons one afternoon when they didn’t have a Warbler’s rehearsal. Steeling himself, he approached with as much confidence he could muster.

“Okay Hummel,” he said. “Give it up already.”

The boy looked back at him, eyes wide and brow high in surprise. “Excuse me?” 

“I’m going to forgive you for not speaking to me since last week,” Blaine began. “But only if you go out with me tonight.”

“You want to go out with me?” Little pink spots were beginning to appear on Kurt’s cheeks and Blaine felt his chest tighten at the sight. “Like on a date? Why?”

Blaine smirked his trademark and leant across the table so they were mere inches apart. “Because you have an absolutely incredible ass, even in these unflattering slacks they force us into in this place, and I would like to buy you dinner before I fuck you into the Egyptian cotton sheets on my king sized four-poster bed.” 

A few long moments of silence stretched between them as Kurt sat with his mouth open in shock and Blaine wondered idly if he was about to get slapped.

“You have a four-poster bed in your dorm?” Kurt finally asked, voice shaking somewhat.

“Really? That’s what you got out of that?”

Something about Blaine’s response made his previous words finally sink in with Kurt, who was standing and angrily reorganizing his books and papers into a neat pile. Kurt drew himself up to his full height, and Blaine made a note of just how much taller the new boy was. His smirk widened at this development; he’d always had a thing for guys that could stand over him like this.

“Listen up, Kanye,” Kurt finally spoke with confidence, although Blaine could see the slight uneasiness in his eyes. “I don’t know who you think you are, but what you’re doing here, is extremely unattractive. I can tell you’re not actually interested in me, and I want nothing to do with you. I’m sorry you’ve wasted your time.” 

Needless to say, Blaine was angry. His brain was a mess, trying to catch up with what had just happened, racing through emotions; anger, confusion and a little bit of that hurt feeling that he hadn’t felt in years niggling away at him. 

But he refused to let this get to him, auditions for a solo at sectionals were being held the next day, instead of the usual Warbler’s rehearsal, so he was determined to focus on that, instead of his new found feeling of rejection. He didn’t even know why they were going through the farce of holding auditions in the first place; he always had all the solos for that club anyway. Nevertheless, Blaine spent the evening actively not thinking about Kurt, and preparing himself for his audition.

The next afternoon Blaine arranged his face in its usual expression of confidence, and made his way to the practice room. Kurt was already there when he arrived, laughing with Nick and Jeff and Blaine mentally berated himself for noticing such a thing. He was supposed to be ignoring the damn boy.

So he waltzed over to the council table, and suggested they start the auditions straight away, anything to get his mind off his present problem. 

“I’ll go first,” Blaine said, as though it was a given.

His audition song was flawless, if he did say so himself. All of the boys were clapping along, chiming in with the background harmonies and grinning along at his antics as he danced around the room, hopping up onto the coffee table to belt out the bridge. This solo was in the bag, no doubt about it, Blaine thought as the council members nodded to each other with knowing smiles. His performing brilliantly was no surprise to the club, that’s for sure.

Blaine closed his eyes as he sang the last verse, tapping his foot to the imaginary beat as he put everything he had into the song. If there was one thing that Blaine actually put an effort into, it was singing. Performing had always been the one time when he could truly be himself, not have to worry about what everyone was thinking of him, and just be.

He couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Kurt as he geared himself up for the last chorus, eager to see the approval in those eyes. He wasn’t expecting to see the slight frown on the boys face, the way he was clearly trying to analyse him and figure Blaine out. It was unnerving and Blaine finished off the last note with a slight waver in his voice. The mistake went unnoticed by the rest of the Warbler’s, but Blaine was shaken as he took a bow, and then a seat, eager to just get back to his dorm and work out what the hell was wrong with him.

Then all of a sudden Kurt was singing and Blaine thought briefly that he hadn’t even known Kurt was going to audition; he was so new to the club. Blaine had seen him sing before, obviously when he’d sung ‘Don’t Cry For Me Argentina’ to get into the Warbler’s a week ago, and as back up since then, but he’d never seen him sing like this.

He didn’t know the song – which wasn’t a surprise because Blaine was usually just listening to whatever was in the top 40 these days – but he was pretty sure he didn’t need to to understand the emotion behind it, or to feel what Kurt was singing. His voice was high and light in some places, before dipping into his lower register in others, showcasing his seriously impressive range and making everyone in the room hold their breath. It was truly beautiful to watch and to listen to and to just experience; Blaine didn’t know what on earth to do with himself. So much of his life these days was spent being the person he wanted people to see him as, and this boy, with his unbelievable voice, was bringing that crashing down around him. It was all he could do not to let a tear escape him as Kurt reached what was clearly supposed to be the big moment in the song.

Blaine was disgusted with himself for reacting in such a way. And he knew he couldn’t let anyone see him like this. But he knew for certain that he needed to get Kurt out of his system, he needed to touch him and kiss him and prove to himself that he could have him. And then he would be back to normal, he was sure of it.

As the Warbler’s around him packed up their sheet music, chatting amongst themselves about the auditions and what not, Blaine steeled himself, his lips stretching into a smile as he walked up to Kurt. 

“Kurt,” he said, attempting to be polite. “That song was really beautiful.”

“Thanks, Blaine,” Kurt was clearly shocked.

“So, will you go out with me?”

Blaine was not happy to see Kurt’s face fall at his words.

“I’m sorry,” Kurt said with a small smile. “You don’t really seem like my type.”

And once again Blaine was left trying not to let his jaw drop as Kurt left the room. Swallowing his anger in an attempt to not give away that he had just been rejected, for the second time in a little over 24 hours, Blaine stormed from the room, glaring at those that stared at him, whispering behind their hands.