Kurt Hummel was teen royalty, he was on top of the heap, He was beautiful, but he never really paid any attention to Blaine. Why would he pay attention to the small nerdy boy with glasses and big bushy hair? Blaine was nothing special, but he couldn’t help how his heart did mini flips each time Kurt glanced, however briefly, at him, or how Kurt’s smile could wipe his mind clear.

Blaine entered homeroom and there was Kurt sitting with his perfectly coiffured chestnut hair, surrounded by his usual group of popular Cheerleaders: Mercedes Jones, Rachel Berry and Tina Cohen-Chang.

Blaine was so busy staring that he almost walked in to a table.

“Whoa dude…” said his best friend, Jermaine “Stop leering or you are going to hurt yourself”

“Wha- oh yeah… But JJ he’s so pretty, I’m pretty sure I love him” said Blaine, donning his lovesick puppy look.

Jermaine rolled his eyes. Blaine didn’t see, his eyes were still fixed on Kurt.

“Love him? B. you haven’t said two words to the guy for all you know he could be a total asshole” said Jermaine, he didn’t like having to share Blaine… why couldn’t Blaine look at him like that.

“He just isn’t like that I can tell, just his eyes JJ his eyes they are like a passage to his soul”

‘Then look in mine, look in mine and see how I feel about you. Please Blaine, please!’ Jermaine thought to himself, he hadn’t come out yet but maybe if Blaine could see how he felt about him maybe he’d have the strength to do it.

“Err- yeah okay, but seriously B. you don’t even know they guy”

“I don’t need to, I know everything I need to know”

Which was true, as he was THE Kurt Hummel, Queen Bee of McKinley high, everybody knew everything about him, where he liked to eat, where he bought all his clothes (for weekends of course), they even knew where his boyfriend worked…

Ah yes the boyfriend, Blaine’s eternal cockblock, Kurt Hummel’s equally stunning boyfriend, Chandler Kiehl. He had the one thing Blaine craved more than anything, he had Kurt’s heart.

“Yes you do, so you know you can’t have it, his heart belongs to someone else” said Jermaine, as kindly as he could and thinking ‘ Just like mine belongs to you if you’d only take it’

Blaine turned and stared at his Blonde haired best friend. He knows it’s true but as his best friend, his only friend he should be encouraging him to talk to Kurt, not stab him in the heart with the realization he might never own Kurt's heart.

“Why would you do that J. I know he has Chandler, I know that he’d never look twice at me” said Blaine as tear started to form in his eyes…

Then the bell went, he stayed behind minute to collect himself then left homeroom to head to AP English. Just as he turned on to the English corridor his face was slapped by a wave of red and purple ice.

“Take that you Fag” said a voice, probably one of the jocks on the hockey team, Blaine couldn’t see the slushies had dislodged his contacts.

“Hey, are you okay?” asked someone sweetly “Those guy really are jerks, come on let’s get you cleaned up”

A pair of soft hands rested on Blaine's shoulders and directed him towards the bathroom, he heard a swish of polyester…