Hey guys! :)
I got the idea for this a while ago, and thought I'd post it. :)
The title may change in later chapters because I'm not really sure where I'm going to go with it...
Anyway, enjoy.
Blaine.
Blaine Anderson grinned around at the sea of teenage boys before him. They were clapping and cheering enthusiastically. The Warblers had just performed Teenage Dream in the Senior Commons, and Blaine was sure it was his best performance yet. As he looked around, he noticed a pale boy with perfectly coiffed hair. The boy wasn't wearing Dalton uniform, Blaine noticed. He had a white shirt, sure, but his trousers were black, not grey, and his tie was plain red, not red and blue. He was also wearing a leather jacket instead of a blue and red Dalton blazer. Blaine frowned. Who was this cute stranger, and what was he doing at Dalton?
Blaine looked at the boy, who was looking around. Then, the boy's eyes settled on Blaine, and they stared at each other for a second. Blaine's stomach jumped. He could just see the boy's eyes- his beautiful, beautiful eyes. They were a mixture of blue, grey and green. Then, the boy tore his eyes away from Blaine and turned, disappearing through the still cheering crowd of boys. Blaine's face fell. He moved forward and began trying to push through the boys, but when he eventually made it out into the hall, he realised the boy was gone. He felt his heart break. The mystery boy was gone, and Blaine would most likely never see him again.
They had only looked at each other for a second- but that was enough. Sometimes, a second was all it took to fall in love.
Kurt.
Kurt Hummel followed the boys towards a room that already looked packed. There was an excited buzz in the air. Kurt gently pushed his way through and stood near the door. A group of boys stood in the middle of the room. They started to sing.
"This must be the Warblers," Kurt realised. He watched intently. A boy stepped forward from the middle and began to sing. Kurt's eyes widened and his mouth formed a little 'o'. This boy was amazingly talented. And from this distance, Kurt thought he looked pretty hot, too. Naturally tanned, gelled down but obviously curly black hair...yep, he was definitely hot. Kurt closed his mouth and smiled.
"Before you met me,
I was alright but things were kind of heavy, you brought me to life,
now every February, you'll be my Valentine,
Valentine,
let's go all the way tonight,
no regrets,
just love.
We can dance,
until we die,
you and I,
we'll be young forever!
You make me,
feel like I'm living a,
teenage dream,
the way you turn me on,
I can't sleep,
let's run away and don't ever look back,
don't ever look back.
Let's go all the way tonight,
no regrets,
just love.
We can dance,
until we die,
you and I,
we'll be young forever!
You make me,
feel like I'm living a,
teenage dream,
the way you turn me on,
I can't sleep,
let's run away and don't ever look back,
don't ever look back.
I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans,
be your teenage dream tonight.
Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans,
be your teenage dream tonight.
Ooooooaaaaah, ooooooh, oh, aaaah, yeaaaaah!
You make me, (make meeee)
feel like I'm living a,
teenage dream,
the way you turn me on,
I can't sleep,
let's run away and don't ever look back,
don't ever look back!
My heart stops, (whoooooah no!)
when you look at me,
just one touch,
now baby I believe,
this is real,
so (whoah whoah) take a chance and don't ever look back,
don't ever look back.
I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans,
be your teenage dream tonight,
let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans,
be your teenage dream tonight."
Kurt clapped. Hard. A stupid grin was stuck on his face. He looked around at the boys, who were clapping and cheering. So Glee Club was popular here. He then looked back at his soloist, and noticed that he was already looking at him. They both looked into each other's eyes for a second. The soloist's were a warm hazel, and Kurt could feel himself getting lost in them. He realised then that he had done what he was told to do, and he should probably be getting back to McKinley to report to the rest of New Directions. He sighed slightly and tore his eyes away from the soloist. He turned and pushed his way out, before walking back down the hallway he walked up earlier. He found the main entrance and exit and slipped out. Soon, he was in his car, far away from Dalton. But his thoughts lingered on the dark haired boy. He sighed as he realised he would most likely never see him again.