On a warm spring’s day, the hallways of Dalton Academy were almost abandoned.

Almost.

A pale boy ran gracefully through the hallways of the boys school.

He was late for class, at his first day.

And he was lost, too.

‘Could it be any worse?’ he sighed softly, frustrated.

At last, he found the room and knocked on the door.

He popped his head around the corner and said in his own high voice: ‘Is this the history class by Mr. Johnson?’

A tall man who stood in front of the room, wearing glasses and looking quite annoyed nodded.

‘And who may you be?’ he said, rather irritated as the boy had been interrupting his lesson.

‘My name is Kurt Hummel. I transferred here from McKinley High, this is my first day here.’

‘Oh well, in that case, welcome,’ said the tall man, relaxing his face. ‘You can sit next to Blaine over there.’

Kurt looked into the room and saw there was only one free spot, next to… Blaine. This day might not be so horrible after all. Blaine was a good-looking boy. No, not good-looking. Absolutely gorgeous.

He had deep hazel eyes, a bit overshadowed by his dark, curly hair. He had thick, but nice eyebrows. And then there was this smile he had on his face – my god – it was a smile made by angels. His smile was not only made by lifting the corners of his mouth, his eyes began to sparkle as well.

Kurt hoped he wasn’t blushing, as he sat down next to Blaine.

‘Hi, I’m Blaine Anderson.’

Another smile appeared on his face. Kurt hoped he would survive this lesson, but if he did, he knew that transferring to Dalton was the best decision he had ever made.

Even though he went to this school with the money of his dad’s honeymoon, and actually, he didn’t really had a choice.

His life wasn’t safe anymore at his own school. Gay’s weren’t really accepted there by the students and since Kurt was gay, he had to leave for his own safety. The threats became worse and worse. The moment the biggest bully of them all – Karofsky – had kissed Kurt and then threatening him to kill him if he said anything was the last drop. He had to leave and the Dalton Academy was the best option, as there was a non-tolerance policy.

And now he was here, sitting next to an angel. Wait, why did he have that strange expression on his face? Oh damn!

‘I-I’m Kurt. Hummel. Kurt Hummel.’

Gosh, very smooth, smartass.  

Blaine looked down and chuckled. ‘Well, nice to meet you then, Kurt. Hummel. Kurt Hummel.’

Kurt started to blush. ‘Just call me Kurt, okay?’ he said, putting a nervous smile on his face.

‘Okay, Kurt it is then.’ Blaine said, glancing over to the teacher to see if he didn’t notice them talking. ‘So Kurt, what are you doing after class?’

Oh my goodness, did he want to ask him out on a date already?

‘Oh, not too much, I might do some homework if necessary, but I haven’t planned anything else.’

Kurt stared at Blaine’s face – his perfect face – but as soon as Blaine caught Kurt’s eyes he looked down, his cheeks turning slightly red.

‘Okay, that’s great, eh, I mean, I can show you around here at school if you want to? I mean, if you don’t want to I can understand, but I was just wondering if-’

‘No, I mean, Yes, I’d love to come with you!’

Blaine looked up again and smiled. ‘Okay, that’s settled then.’

Kurt wasn’t able to concentrate for the rest of the lesson. He wasn’t really bad in History and he liked the subject, but he liked looking at his new classmate better. Luckily Mr. Johnson didn’t bother him with silly questions to see if he was paying attention. Kurt stared at the ceiling, dreaming about what could happen if Blaine was actually gay and if he was interested in him as well.

When the bell rang, Kurt shook his head a little to return to the human world and he started to pack his bag. As he stood up, he saw his pencil case fall from the table. Apparently, Blaine saw it too.

‘Let me get that for you,’ he said, moving closer to Kurt.  Kurt noticed that Blaine wasn’t very tall, but he did have a great body.

‘No, it’s okay, I’ll get it…’ Kurt kneeled down to pick up the pencil case. Blaine did the exact same thing. When they were both reaching out for the pencil case, they looked up at each other. Kurt looked right into Blaine’s hazel eyes, and Blaine looked right into Kurt’s blue eyes. Something happened between  them. They both didn’t know what it was, but they both felt it while they were still staring at each other. Finally, Kurt cleaned his throat and picked up his pencil case. They stood up slowly, still looking at each other and wondering what it was they saw in each other’s eyes.

‘Enough with the romance you two, now get the hell out of my classroom!’ Mr. Johnson was waiting for them at the door. The two boys blushed and moved towards the door. They walked past Mr. Johnson and said goodbye to him.

‘So, what subject do you have next?’ Blaine said, raising one of his eyebrows.

‘Let me check,’ answered Kurt as he looked on his schedule. ‘Oh, I see, French by Mrs. LaRoi. It’s a double hour. What about you?’

Blaine started to smile. ‘C’est magnifique. I have French now as well. I know where it is, just follow me.’

On their way to the classroom Blaine already showed Kurt a couple of things in the school. When they reached the room, a rather small lady was waiting for them.

‘Hi, this is Kurt Hummel. He is a new student, he transferred from William McKinley High.’

Kurt was confused. Did Blaine just introduce him to his new teacher? His tummy started to tumble as he looked at a confident Blaine. Kurt put a smile on his face and shook Mrs. LaRoi’s hand.

‘Nice to have you here, Kurt! I see you already made friends with Blaine over here,’ she said, smiling.

‘Yeah, he has been really helpful,’ answered Kurt, glancing at Blaine. Blaine smiled at him. ‘Come on.’ They walked into the classroom and took their seats.

After a half an hour, Blaine scribbled something on a piece of paper and discreetly shove it on Kurt’s table. Kurt grabbed the piece of paper and read what it said.

‘So, what do you think of Dalton so far? :) xx B.’

Kurt smiled at Blaine, who was smiling back at him, wiggling his eyebrows. Kurt’s heart began to beat faster.

‘Dalton is okay, so far. I’m still waiting for my guided tour after this class. Heard the tour guide was a cool guy. ;) xx K.’

Kurt gave the piece of paper back to Blaine when Mrs. LaRoi was writing something on the blackboard. Something about verbs. Kurt only knew the thing Blaine was writing now was probably more interesting. After a couple of seconds, Kurt received the piece of paper on his table again.

‘That’s what you heard about the tour guide, huh? I heard he’s so hot all the girls are chasing him. That’s why he’s on a boys school. He isn’t very fond of girls, you know. He’s gay. Does that scare you? ;) xx B.’

Kurt’s mouth fell open. Was this a joke? Was he really gay as well? He glanced over at Blaine. That was when Kurt knew it wasn’t a joke. Blaine wasn’t laughing at him or anything, he was avoiding eye contact and his face had turned slightly red. Kurt scribbled something on the paper.

‘Why would I be afraid of gays when I’m one myself? However, I am a bit scared. I heard his eyes were hypnotizing. O_o xx K.’

Slowly, Kurt moved the pieces of paper back to Blaine. Was Blaine testing him? Was he into him? Kurt looked at Blaine, who was reading what Kurt had just written down. He saw Blaine’s eyes flicker and the corners of his mouth were moving up. He turned his head towards Kurt, let his smile disappear and looked straight into Kurt’s eyes. He looked really serious now.

Oh no. What was he doing? Was this his way of saying it was a joke and that he was just like Karofsky? That he would shove Kurt up the lockers and throw slushies in his face? Blaine kept staring. Right at the moment Kurt wanted to look away, Blaine crossed his eyes and held up the piece of paper. Kurt was afraid of what was on the paper, but he had to look.

‘Are you hypnotized already?’

Kurt sighed. What a relief. He started to stare back at Blaine with wide eyes as if he was indeed hypnotized. He nodded his head softly. Blaine started to chuckle which made Kurt laugh as well.

Everything was fine. Except for one thing. Blaine wasn’t fine. Blaine was perfect.