“So, who are these guys actually?” Kurt says, looking around the room, waving his hand towards the Dalton academy glee club.

“Oh, these are the Warblers, the Dalton academy glee club. I’m their lead vocalist. They are pretty nice guys, actually. For example these two…” Blaine grabs two dark-haired boys who were standing closest to them. “This is Wes and this is David. I hang out with them a lot. Guys, this is Kurt, he’s new here so take it easy on him.”

One of the guys – probably Wes – walks over to Kurt and gives him a friendly punch on the shoulder. “So, you’ve already met our buddy Blaine? You should watch out for him…”

“Yeah,” says David, moving towards them. “He’s dangerous. Especially boys like you should watch out for him. You’re pretty much his type.”

The two boys laugh as Blaine’s cheeks turn red. “You guys, come on, that’s not funny…” Blaine doesn’t look angry though. He has this cute little smile on his face. Kurt realizes that Blaine didn’t say that it wasn’t true. Kurt doesn’t know if he’s Blaine’s type, though. All he can do is hope that he is. Because Blaine sure as hell is his type…

“Nah, we’re just kidding, Kurt,” says Wes. “Yeah, Blaine is a really cool guy. He has a great sense of humor,” adds David.

“Well, it was a pleasure to meet you two. I think we will be getting along.” Kurt smiles. He really means it. He likes Wes and David, but of course, not as much as he likes Blaine. Blaine is just… one of a kind.

“If you will excuse us now, I will buy Kurt some coffee at the Lima Bean.” Blaine turns around and holds on to Kurt’s shoulders and tries to push him gently out of the room.

Wes wiggles his eyebrows. “As in, a date, Anderson?”

Blaine turns around to face Wes again. “As in maybe.” He winks and walks out of the room, still holding on to Kurt.

Even when the boys were walking on the parking lot, Kurt’s heart was still beating faster than normal because of the touch. He led Blaine to his car and opened the door for the curly-haired boy. Blaine tilted his head a little and he smiled. He squeezed his eyes a bit together as to say ‘thank you’ and hopped in the car. Kurt slammed the door shut and walked around the car.

I just met this guy and I’m already going on a date with him! Well, that’s what he called it, right? And even if it isn’t a date, I still get to drink some coffee with the hottest boy I’ve ever met. Yes ladies and gentlemen, life is finally beginning to be good for one Kurt Hummel.

Kurt opened the door and took his place behind the steering wheel. He started the engine and as he did, the radio turned on. Kurt froze.

Oh no. What embarrassing music was I listening to this morning?

He heard the first tunes of ‘Le Jazz Hot’. His hand hurried to the off button on the radio, but Blaine grabbed his hand. “Just leave it on and sing for me. Please?”

Kurt knew that he could never, ever resist those eyes. So he did the only thing that he could do. He drove of the parking lot and started to sing along with the words.

'Bout twenty years ago way down in New Orleans,
A group of fellers found a new kind of music.
An' they decided to call it... Jazz!

Blaine’s eyes widened as Kurt turned his head sensually towards him while he said ‘Jazz’. Blaine noticed Kurt’s high voice, but he didn’t expect his singing voice to be even higher. He couldn’t keep his eyes off Kurt. To watch him sing… It kind of turned him on.

Oh baby, won't you play me
Le Jazz Hot, maybe,
And don't ever let it end.
I tell ya friend, it's really somethin' to hear.
I can't sit still when there's that rhythm near me.

It was like the song was made for Kurt and his voice. It was true though, Kurt definitely couldn’t sit still. Blaine started to wake up from all the fantasies he had about Kurt. It was too early for any of them, but he just couldn’t deny that Kurt’s singing turned him on. The pale skinned boy was just in one word: Hot. With a capital ‘H’. Kurt just seemed to forget everything around him when he sang. Blaine cleared his throat. “Turn left here.” Kurt smiled quickly at him, made a smooth turn to the left and continued singing.

When you play me
Le Jazz Hot, baby
You're holdin' my soul together
Don't know whether it's mornin' or night;
Only know it's soundin' right;
So come on in and play me
Le Jazz Hot, baby,
'Cause I love my Jazz Hot

Blaine looked down at his crotch.

Oh god no.

Blaine tried to hide his boner with his Dalton blazer. He sighed, happy that he didn’t wear one of his casual pants which were even tighter.

Kurt belted out the last note. Blaine thought that if he would have worn one of his casual pants, his boner would have ripped his pants. Blaine finally knew what people meant with ‘eargasms’. Blaine whipped a little sweat off his forehead and showed Kurt the final directions to the Lima Bean.

Kurt parked the car and the two boys hopped out of the car. As the boys walked towards the building, Kurt casually lifted his hand in which he was holding the car keys and locked the car. Blaine rose one of his eyebrows and started to walk closer to Kurt. Then he started to run towards the door to keep it open for Kurt. Kurt took a small bow and walked in.

As Kurt walked past him, Blaine stared at his ass. It looked good in those trousers. Blaine entered the shop and stood in line with Kurt.

“So, do you come here often, Blaine?” Kurt tilted his head a bit the way Blaine did earlier. Blaine nodded. “Yep, this is like the usual hang-out for Dalton students.” Blaine lifted the corners of his mouth, when he realized it was their turn. “Hi, I would like a medium drip for me and for my friend here a…” Blaine looked at Kurt, curious what he would order. Kurt turned to the lady behind the counter and said with a clear voice: “I would like a Grande nonfat mocha, please.” Blaine looked at Kurt and smile, as he took out his wallet. “That’ll be $8.40.” Kurt started to feel a little awkward, so he took out his wallet as well. “Don’t even bother, dummy. It’s on me.” Blaine didn’t even look at Kurt when he said it. Was it because he was embarrassed? Or maybe shy?

“Keep the change.” Blaine smiled at the lady. Suddenly Kurt had this strange feeling at the bottom of his tummy. Was that… No, it couldn’t possibly be jealousy.  Kurt shook it off of him and took his Grande nonfat mocha. Blaine grabbed his order and sat down at one of the tables at the window. Kurt took his place across Blaine. He just stared at him and his beautiful eyes while he blew into his hot cup of coffee. Almost just as hot as Blaine.

Blaine just looked at his cup. He opened his mouth, but when nothing came out he closed it again. Kurt tilted his head playfully a bit forward. “Spill it out. What’s on your mind?” Blaine looked up and smiled. He took a deep breath and said: “It’s nothing. I just want to get to know you a bit more, but I don’t know what to ask you.” Kurt chuckled and looked down. He was sure he was blushing. Kurt just wanted to start to unravel his complete life story, including his deepest and darkest secrets, because for some silly reason, he felt unbelievably comfortable with Blaine near him. But at that exact moment, Blaine asked him something. “Hey, why don’t you go home tonight? We can throw a party at my room on the campus. That’s the best way to get to know each other, right?” Blaine looked at Kurt, waiting for confirmation.

Kurt didn’t know what to say. Yes, he was flattered, but what would his dad and Carole think of this? He couldn’t just… go without them knowing it. “I have to ask my dad first, I don’t know if he would like me to come home that late at night.”

Blaine smiled at him. “I understand. There’s just… I mean… you could… No, never mind.” This time it was Blaine who was blushing. Kurt frowned. “No, come on. I want to hear it. What do you propose?” Blaine sighed. In two seconds from now, he might be going too far, but it was worth the risk. He looked up to Kurt and said: “I was just thinking that you could stay for the night. With me. I mean… not like that but… I just have a spare bed in my room, so you’ll have your own bed. It’s not in a separate room, but you’ll have, like I said, your own bed and you don’t have to sleep with me. I mean in the same bed, not sleeping with me as in having sex or anything, but you know…” “Yeah, I know.” Kurt put his hand on Blaine’s. “Stop rambling. Like you said, you have a spare bed right? Nothing to worry about.” Kurt winked at Blaine, and Blaine noticed he started to relax. Wow. That really was a relieve. And Kurt prevented him from making him say more silly things than he already had done. Kurt was perfect, from the inside and outside. Blaine knew that now. He wished Kurt would be sleeping in his bed, though.

“I’ll just call my dad now, okay? I’ll tell him the bed is in a different room, otherwise he’ll freak out.” Kurt took a sip of his coffee and grabbed his phone. Blaine just sat there like a little puppy: just smiling and being cute. Kurt couldn’t help to wink at him again. He dialed the number and waited until his dad answered the phone.

“Hey son, what’s up? Do I need to pick you up? Are those boys nice to you or do I have to teach them some lessons?”

“Dad, god no. Everything is fine, I already made friends. And speaking of friends, they invited me for this party tonight. There won’t be any alcohol but I’m just not comfortable with driving home in the late hours of the night. And besides, it’ll cost me precious time of my beauty sleep.”

“Yeah, okay. A party, cool. But what are you suggesting? Do I have to pick you up in the middle of the night or what?”

“No. They have a spare room at the campus. I can stay there for the night and I’ll return tomorrow after school.”

“…”

“Please dad? They want to celebrate the fact that they have a new student. Me. So I have to be there, don’t you think?”

“Are there more gays there?”

“DAD!”

“Alright, I’m sorry. I just don’t want you to get involved in… things. But fine. Just this one time, because I’m happy for you that you’ve found your place, alright?”

“Dad?”

“What?”

“You’re the best.”

“And you’re even better. Now go have fun before I change my mind.”

“Okay dad, thank you! See you tomorrow!”

Kurt hung up. He stared at Blaine and began to smile. If Blaine didn’t know any better, he’d think Kurt wanted to fuck him right there.

“And?” said Blaine, although he already knew the answer. Kurt took the last sip of his coffee, and as he put down the cup he said:

“Let’s party.”