“Sorry, Blaine got slushied in the hall, I just helped him clean it off,” said Rachel smiling.

“Okay, seeing as neither of you have been tardy before, I’ll let you off this once,” said Mrs. Brown.

Blaine suddenly got nervous, he’d been dreaming of this moment for months when he’d actually meet Kurt.

“Guys, this is Blaine. You don’t mind if he hangs out with us today? It was a pretty rough morning, and still being kinda new here he could use some friends…” Rachel whispered.

“Miss Berry, you were already late, so please, pay attention and maybe this lesson won’t be a complete waste”.

“Sorry, Miss,” said Rachel visibly shrinking.

“Sure,” Kurt breathed, it was fine by him. He’d love to know more about Blaine. “Here, take a seat.”

Blaine sat gingerly next to Kurt as images from last night flashed through his head.

“Err… Hi,” said Blaine, trying not to stare too long at Kurt.

“Err yeah, hi,” said Kurt. “Erm, Blaine, might you be able to maybe err… tutor me in English? I err failed the past three assignments... and you’re really good at English.”

“Oh yeah, sure,” said Blaine thrilled at the prospect of spending even more time with Kurt. After receiving a stern look from Mrs. Brown, Kurt scribbled a note to Blaine.

Thanks, maybe I could help you in return… like maybe with the slushies or something

I don’t need anything in return - I enjoy tutoring, it’s fun for me.

Well, let me know if there’s anything I can do to help, okay Blaine? Anything

Anything, Blaine thought, leave your boyfriend, touch me, blow me, fuck me. They were all inappropriate.

Well, I guess if you really want to help, then yeah maybe stopping the slushies would be nice, I’d be able to wear my lenses more often and not wear these silly glasses.

I think your glasses are cute, Blaine, they make you… you

The bell rang to signify the end of first block.

“Err well, thank you, Kurt,” said Blaine a crimson blush creeping down his neck.

“So Mr. Hummel, you’ve failed the past three assignments, I have no choice but to put you in mandatory tutoring, I’ll have to see who’s free.”

“I’ve asked Blaine to tutor me,” said Kurt,
“Well, normally I am supposed to pick the tutors but if it’s okay with Blaine?”

“YES!” said Blaine a bit too enthusiastically. “I mean, yes, I’m fine with it… Kurt's a good student.”

Shit, Blaine thought. You need to calm down or he’ll notice, and he might cancel the tutoring sessions or he won’t help you. You’ll scare him away; maybe if he gets to know you, he’ll fall for you and leave Chandler… Yeah right, as if it’s going to happen.

“Okay then, see you next week boys,” chimed Mrs. Brown.

“But, Rachel, what do you think it means?” said Kurt, as Blaine reproachfully walked over to the Cheerleader table with Mercedes and Tina.

“I’m sure it’s nothing, Kurt, quit worrying yourself. Chandler loves you, I’m sure he just wants to take you home, or apologise for last night, don’t panic,” said Rachel.

“Err… hi,” said Blaine, “it’s still okay for me to sit with you guys, right?”

“Yeah, yeah sure, Blaine,” said Kurt, smiling like an idiot.

Blaine's heart fluttered, he really loved that smile, and it made Kurt’s eyes sparkle. Blaine really liked Kurt's eyes.

“Err, so Blaine?” asked Kurt, “shall we set out a schedule for our tutoring sessions?”

“Oh, err yeah okay,” said Blaine, Kurt voice had pulled him back from his stupor. “Well, I can do Mondays and Wednesdays.”

“Oh, well, I can do Wednesdays,” said Kurt as he popped a tomato in his mouth. Blaine watched mesmerised as Kurt sucked gently on a second one.

‘Oh, god Kurt, stop it,’ Blaine said internally. He was growing hard; fuck, why was Kurt so gorgeous? He was tall, athletic, he had amazing eyes. He was perfect. Blaine blushed: he was sitting there getting harder as Kurt sat completely unaware of what he was doing to Blaine on the inside.

“So how about Wednesdays at my place?” asked Kurt sounding hopeful.

“Yeah… sounds great,” said Blaine distractedly, as he tried his best to stop the blood rushing south.

“Great, we’ll start tomorrow?”

“Yeah, okay, great, good.”

Blaine was too busy staring at Kurt to see the look of absolute heartbreak and hurt on Jermaine’s face, who was sitting a few tables away.

Blaine was at the pep rally… He loved watching Kurt perform the elaborate routines, with the bend and splits, and oh god, did he look hot. In those tight cheerio trousers … Just as Kurt did his last handspring and ended the routine, man he was flexible, he received at text from Jermaine.

Meet me behind the bleachers- JJ

‘Oh shit, Jermaine… I forgot we were meant to have lunch today,’ Blaine thought.