February 3rd, 8:13 am

Today was the day. Blaine walked through the doors of McKinley High with a new confidence in his steps leading him straight toward the hallway where he knew Kurt Hummel's locker stood. Today was the day he was finally going to ask Kurt out, after months of pining after him from a distance. It wasn't that Blaine was unsure of his feelings, it was that Kurt was rather intimidating. He was a grade ahead of Blaine, taller than Blaine, more confident and outgoing than Blaine, not to mention he had the voice of an angel.

He liked to sit outside the choir room when Glee Club was going on, hoping for a chance to hear Kurt sing. It was worth listening to hours of Rachel Berry boss everyone around just for a few precious minutes of Kurt's voice. He had the most unique and beautiful voice Blaine had ever heard. It was high and strong, very feminine-sounding, but yet still masculine, in a way. And he somehow managed to convey all his emotions through his voice, unknowingly sharing all that he was with Blaine, who fell in love with Kurt more and more each time.

He had spent the night before giving himself multiple pep talks, working up the courage to finally talk to Kurt. He had exactly what he was going to say planned out in his head. There was no way he could screw this up. But as Blaine turned the corner to see Kurt at his locker, looking as gorgeous as ever, every word he had planned flew right out of his head. He felt his heart speed up and his hands started sweating. He couldn't do this. He'd make a fool of himself. Kurt would hate him. "Hey, there's always tomorrow," he told himself.

Blaine turned around just in time to see a couple of football players in their red letterman jackets pass by him. He shrunk into the corner, hoping they wouldn't notice him, but luck was clearly not on his side as he overheard one mutter to his friend "Hey look, it's the fag." Blaine closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable slushie to hit him, but it didn't come. Instead, the two continued down the hallway, headed for Kurt. As they passed him, one rammed his shoulder into Kurt, hard, shoving his face into the locker. Blaine winced as he saw Kurt hit his head, which was only made worse when the second jock slammed the locker door shut on him, bouncing off his shoulder.

Kurt sank to the floor, clutching his shoulder as the jocks walked off, high-fiving each other. He pulled his knees up into his chest, staring down at his feet. Blaine stood at the corner, battling with himself. Should he go offer his help? Kurt had no idea who he was. What if he realized Blaine had been watching him the whole time? What if he thought Blaine was a stalker?

Suddenly Kurt looked up, and turned to stare at Blaine as if he had felt someone was watching him. Blaine froze as Kurt's piercing blue eyes stared straight at him. There was something in those eyes that Blaine couldn't read. Embarrasment? Accusation, maybe? Panicked, Blaine turned the corner and ran off to class.