Chapter 1: Blaine loves Kurt
Blaine loved Kurt. He had loved him for two years. Oh, Kurt went to his university. He was amazing. He had flawless skin, perfectly coiffed hair, and an amazing sense of style. He was perfection. And Kurt didn't even know his name.
Blaine was an art major. To say he had talent was an understatement. If he saw something, che could draw it. And he saw Kurt. He had a "Kurt Sketchbook", and it was his prized possesion. He would take any oppurtunity to draw him. He knew that Kurt got out of Uni and headed straight to the corner Starbucks and then a small hole in the wall bookshoppe called "Blue Bicycle Books" the only local bookshoppe that sold more than one language. Kurt spoke French fluently and Blaine would often peek around the corner and hear Kurt laugh at a book that Blaine would have no chance of ever interprutting. Blaine took French as an extracuricular and he often heard Kurt and the French teacher, Madame Solei bouncing the rolling vowels and the curling constanants, conversing easily. He purchased his books and Blaine followed him to the park; Kurt sat on his usual bench and Blaine sat on his and drew.
When Kurt had finished his book, he stood and collected himself. He looked over and saw an abandoned sketchbook on a nearby bench. He picked it up and flipped open the cover. On the first page written in clean, elegant script was..
Blaine Anderson
Hmm, Kurt knew that name. He thought that he was in his French class. Well, he had that class tommorrow he'd take it to him then. He tucked his book, and the skethbook into his bag and headed back to his apartment.