The viewfinder darkened, the sound of a shutter clipped in the icy air.  Pulling the camera from his eye, Blaine blinked and looked down at the photo on the small screen, a smile pulling at the corner of his lips.

The snow was much brighter when not seen through the small little window, and Blaine had to blink and scrunch his eyes but he could still see the boy through the slowly drifting snowflakes.  He was sitting on a brown bench painted white over the last few days with the small flurries of flakes, a steaming styrofoam cup in his hand.  He had long legs, one bent elegantly over the other, and he seemed content to just sit there for hours watching the white skies.

And Blaine was satisfied with that idea, knowing he'd be able to sit here and watch too.

Looking down at the camera again, Blaine pressed a hand just above the preview screen to look at the photo he had taken without a glare.  The picture captured the unknown boy perfectly, for Blaine at least.  It was farther than Blaine would have wanted, but with the snowflakes frozen in place and the boy's eyes turned upward, still able to be seen from this distance, it was a visual masterpiece.

He was a perfect subject, and Blaine once more raised the camera and focused it back on the boy.  He hadn't moved much, just to brush snow from his legs and hat and to sip at what was ever in the cup.  But then he was back in the same position, except his eyes were sweeping over the snow covered park.

Blaine took another picture and gasped as he lowered the camera, seeing that the boy had his head turned toward him.  He wasn't trying very hard to hide himself, just leaning around the side of an old tree yards away, but he had had some naive hope that he would be hidden from view to the other at least.

The boy tilted his head and watched him for a moment, freezing Blaine in his spot in shock.  His camera stayed locked in his fingers, his legs stiff, till he finally gathered himself and scrambled away, the snow tripping him up as he ran.

***

The picture fit right in the middle of the collage of pictures on Blaine's wall, contrasting starkly with the other pictures in the dark lights of houses and schools and tree shadows.  It stood out, the white of the snow seeming to glow, and the dark body almost ominous and not the center of the photo like all the others.

Blaine had put up the one with the boy looking right at the camera, his face shadowed and blurred but Blaine, at least, knew who it was. 

***

He didn't see the unknown boy again until the week after.  The park had been empty as the snow began to get heavier and even Blaine had decided to stay in once he had come back home almost covered head to toe in snow.  But since then, the snow had finally calmed and stopped all together.  The soft powder that had come the night before was brushing the upper half of Blaine's calf as he trudged across to the beaten down path.  The park itself was a hot spot for people who wanted to walk their dogs or just take a winter stroll and the snow hardly stopped them unless it was blizzard weather, so the path was clearly seen. 

Blaine's camera was around his neck, bumping against his chest as he walked to the bench where he had found the boy before.  It was empty and Blaine's throat gave a slight squeeze.  He was being ridiculous, he knew it flat out, but all he wanted to do was to be able to watch the boy once more.  With a resigned sigh, Blaine sat down on the bench and played with his camera, going through old pictures and taking pictures of his wet boots and the trampled path. 

A high laugh came from down the way and Blaine's head automatically perked up.  He looked over and almost burst into a large smile when his eyes landed on the form of a tall, lean boy with a group of friends.  He was laughing, his face scrunched up in happiness, his hand pressed against his stomach.  Blaine's heart fluttered beneath his coat.  Unknown Boy laughed even more as the tall boy tossed a handful of snow over a small brunette's head, unbeknownst to the blond who was stalking up behind him with two hands cupping the wet fluff.

Blaine didn't wait a moment, quickly lifting his camera.  He began to snap pictures of the moment, pushing down the idea of exactly how creepy this was.  The boy was the focus of most of them, absolutely beautiful as he doubled over in laughter.  Then there were the pictures of him as his face changed and his eyes widened with absolute mock terror.  The taller boy had come at him with snow and he tried to run away but the blond caught him and held him tight till the snow was plopped right on top of his elegant hair.  Blaine had captured the boy as he brushed the snow off his hair and shoulders and dark coat. 

When things finally began to cool down, the group laughing and beginning to gather together, Blaine put the camera in his lap.  He was almost envious of the group, but he didn't know if he was more envious over the fact that they looked so happy together or the fact that those people were able to spend time with the beautiful boy.  He continued to watch them, openly, curious over the teens. 

Then the boy was glancing over.  He was closer this time and Blaine was able to see his curiosity as he locked eyes with Blaine.  Blaine felt the blood rush to his cheeks and he ducked his head, embarrassed at having been caught again.  He stood up and brushed snow off his pants before he took to the path, away from the group.

***

A couple days later, when the boy wasn't at the park, Blaine slid an envelope onto the brushed off bench.  It was put in a plastic cover to keep it from getting wet with the words, For you written on the front.  Inside was a picture.  The picture from when he was sitting on the bench.

***

Blaine didn't go back for a week.  He felt creepy.  He shouldn't have done any of that.  But the boy…the boy was entrancing and Blaine wanted to know him and know who those people had been and what he had in the steaming cup and why had he been sitting alone in the snow.  It was creepy.

When he finally went back, the snow had melted a little and was nasty and darkened with dirt.  He left his camera at home this time, knowing that there weren't many shots he would want to take in this type of condition anyway.  He liked the beauty of nature.  The path was muddy as Blaine walked down towards the bench, not looking for the boy this time, but just looking to sit and watch the park life.

There was an envelope sitting on the worn brown wood.  It looked fresh, like it had just been bought and set out there in the last couple minutes.  There was no sign of wear or any bits of dirt staining the orange wrapping.  It wasn't his, it was a large envelope and there wasn't any plastic but it was just as light as his has been when he picked it up.  It was signed with For you, Picture Boy and Blaine knew right away it was for him.  He picked open the flap and reached in, finding a sheet of paper.  He pulled it out and studied it, his eyes widening and his lips falling open in surprise.

It was a picture of him, drawn in colored pencil.  He was sitting at the bench, looking down at his camera settled in his lap.  It was from a couple weeks before he had found the boy, when he had come to take pictures for class.

Written at the bottom, in swirling, pretty handwriting were the words, I've been watching you too.  Meet me here tomorrow, don't be afraid to say hi.—Kurt.

Blaine burst into a tooth bearing smile, glancing around to see if anyone was around.  Then he sat down on the bench, holding the picture in his hand, still smiling, already thinking of tomorrow.