hi! unfortunately, i do not own glee or any of the characters. i have not spell checked this so please look over any mistakes. thank you:)*

Kurt Hummel frowned at the black gym shorts that fell to his knees. They seemed to be staring into his soul, showing off his pale skin to the whole world. It wasn't that Kurt had never shown skin before, it was the fact that he missed his skinny jeans and multiple layers of clothes that seemed to protect him.

His best friends, Rachel and Quinn, had invited him to come with them to the Jumping Jamboree, a trampoline park that was rated as one of the top best indoor parks in Ohio, and he declined automatically, but had eventually given in.

Rachel had brought her boyfriend, Finn, and Quinn had brought hers, Noah, who went by Puck. Kurt, on the other hand, didn't have someone like that and couldn't even bring a nonexistent boyfriend, slurs and beatings would happen considering he was gay.

Loud music played over the speakers and Kurt mentally cringed as he realized he would have to spend two hours in a place full of athletic teenage boys, weird moms and dads, sweaty little kids, and girls wearing their spandex shorts a little too tight.

"C'mon, Kurt. Cheer up. Who knows, maybe you'll meet someone!" Rachel said enthusiastically as she planted a kiss on Finn's cheek as he paid for her wristband and grip socks.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure. Because there's such a big selection of out and proud gay guys just hanging out on the streets of Lima."

"Actually we're in Westerville," Quinn pointed out. She was in the process of throwing her hair up into a ponytail. "By the way, there was really no point of doing your hair today. You're going to sweat and all of that is just going to fly down."

Quinn was wearing a white shirt that advertised the McKinley High Cheerios in red writing while wearing leggings that came down to her knees. Her grip socks were on and she was already grabbing Puck's hand, who wore a plain black tank and red gym shorts, and pulling him towards the multiple trampolines.

Rachel's hair was braided into two braids. She was wearing a shirt that Kurt himself had made, which was a plain red color with their school Glee club name on it, the New Directions, in black writing. Her name was printed on the back while she topped it off with black Soffee shorts.

Rachel was the female lead in Glee while Finn was male lead. They had screwed up their chance at Nationals last year after they reconciled their broken romance with a song, Pretending, and had a passionate kiss right after.

Everyone had been incredibly mad at them, but had eventually gotten over it and they were happy for Finn and Rachel, even if it costed them Nationals. But, it wasn't really a big deal anymore. They had won their Sectionals and were heading to Regionals in a month.

Kurt could only hope that they would make it to Nationals again. Him and Rachel were looking into NYADA for college so if they went to Nationals and won, it would look great. Even more so, it was their senior year and they had been through the worst the past two years.

Rachel hopped onto Finn's back and clutched onto his McKinley Titans Football shirt. "Onwards to our destination!"

Kurt was left by himself and sighed, trudging slowly and following the gang by Puck's mohawk that was too long and needed a cut, although he said otherwise.

"Put me down, Noah!" Quinn screeched as Puck did a backflip, Quinn frantically holding on him as he flipped with her. "You're going to kill me!"

Puck cockily smiled. "The Puckster would never drop his Quinnster."

"Gag," Kurt said. "Do you have to be so gross?"

"I do, Kurtster, I do." Came the response.

Kurt jumped slightly, not enjoying himself as much as the two couples that he was fifth wheeling with. All he wanted to do was go home and rewatch episodes of Project Runway.

Suddenly, the intro started for a song that made Kurt groan. "Are you serious we can't even go out into public without this monstrosity of a song following us."

Rachel jumped up giddily. "Hit it, Finn!"

"Just a small town girl," Finn sang as he pulled his girlfriend that was ten times smaller than him into his arms. "Livin' in a lonely world. She took the midnight train going anywhere."

Rachel began her part as Quinn and Puck led background vocals until they took their solos. "Kurt! Join in!"

"I will do no such thing. You all are so embarrassing," Kurt hissed as he watched people around the stare.

"Live your life. Who cares about people staring, man?" Finn said as he pretended to play the drums all while bouncing in the air.

The chorus started to begin as Kurt sighed, jumping higher than any of them.

"Don't stop believing, hold on to that feeling," the five of them screeched, not paying attention the people that were glaring at their loud antics.

For the rest of the song, Kurt got into it. Even managing to do his infamous hip movements. The crowd at the trampolines had died out and was starting to grow as a Taylor Swift song started playing and the fivesome had moved to the obstacle course.

"Okay, look, this is where I draw the line," Kurt said as he glanced at the bar hanging on by what looked like a line for a zip line that was above a foam pit with other crazy stuff that Kurt wouldn't even dream of getting on.

"No. You're getting on it. Let's go," Quinn said as Finn and Puck ran off, racing each other to the top of the stairs so they could go on the line first.

"Look at Rachel, she doesn't wanna do it and you're not forcing her." Kurt pointed his finger to Rachel who was fiddling with her left braid.

"Actually," Rachel said, "I'm getting on it but a chunk of my hair came out so I'm fixing it." With that, she tied the band around her remaining hair and crossed her arms. "Go."

Kurt stomped his foot angrily and climbed up the steps, his knee wobbling. He looked down cautiously and watched as Finn let go, falling into the foam. He looked again as Finn started climbing on a net, close behind Puck.

Kurt grabbed the bar with a shaky hand and closed his eyes, holding on for dear life. There was nothing under him and suddenly, he jerked to a stop and let go. A scream left his mouth as he fell into the foam.

Kurt opened his eyes and tried to move his leg and stand up but found out it was practically impossible. He started to panic. He knew it was stupid to be scared that he wouldn't get out of the pit, but he couldn't help it.

"Hey, do you need some help?" Kurt heard a laugh as he struggled. He looked up to find a boy around his age dressed in a striped black and white shirt and black track pants which was more than likely the uniform they had to wear.

Kurt grabbed the boy's hand and stood up, mumbling a thank you with red cheeks. "Sorry, I just don't know what I'm doing."

The boy laughed and that's when Kurt looked up. He had to stop himself from gaping at how much gel the boy had managed to get into his hair. His eyes fell to the name tag that read, *Blaine, and then back to his face.

"You're fine. Have fun. Try not to die," Blaine laughed. All of a sudden there was a loud thump and Blaine and Kurt both turned around to find a boy who looked to be around eight, throwing foam at a younger boy.

Blaine smiled. "Duty calls. Nice to meet you." And with that, Blaine was blowing his whistle and yelling for them to break it up.

Kurt leaned against the railing and watched Blaine. Not in a creepy way, but an observing way. He noticed that minus the gel, Blaine was really attractive. His eyes were a deep shade of hazel and Kurt had a feeling he looked even better when his hair was free from the gel.

He assumed Blaine had naturally curly hair which would explain the forty thousand coats on his hair. Kurt kept trying to get distracted, but found himself watching Blaine monitor the people climbing the net.

He couldn't have been that older than him. Blaine was shorter than Kurt, but more toned than Kurt. He wasn't crazy muscular like the neanderthals that took steroids on the football team, but he had just enough muscle.

A little girl wandered up to Blaine and whatever she said, Blaine had frowned and told her something, which made her eyes light up. Blaine then grinned and gave her a high five, ruffled her hair, and sent her on her way.

He was great with kids.

Noted.

Kurt shook his head. He couldn't have thoughts like that. The attractive boy was probably straight and maybe even had a girlfriend. Heck, he could be twenty-seven. Some people had the power to look ten years younger than they actually are. Even worse, he could be homophobic.

Kurt continued to stare until Blaine glanced over at him. Kurt dropped his head, completely embarrassed he had just got caught staring.

Blaine had moved from the net and over to the jumping section which was beside of the obstacle course. Pretty much, there were trampolines leading up to a big inflatable pillow type thing. Or, you could jump off the platform into it.

"Kurt!" His head jerked up at the sound of his name to see Quinn, Puck, Finn, and Rachel running towards him.

"We have to move onto the jumping section now!" Quinn said happily, grabbing his hand. "But first we have to go to the bathroom. Excuse us boys."

"But I'm a boy. Why-" Kurt started but was cut off by Rachel as Quinn and her looped their arms through his.

"Who was Hottie McHotstuff you were just chatting up and totally staring at?" Rachel said with a smirk. "Told you that you'd find someone here."

Kurt couldn't fit off the blush on his cheeks but he could deny everything at all costs.

"Aww, Quinn, he's blushing!" Rachel cooed.

"He's no one. Just an attractive boy that's straight," Kurt replied.

"How do you know he's straight. Did you ask?" Quinn said.

"How does that even come up in a conversation? Hey, my name's Kurt and I'm gay. Are you gay too?" Rachel mocked, looking at Kurt for him to explain.

Kurt sighed. "I'm just assuming. He's too attractive to be gay."

"Look at you! You're attractive and gay!" Rachel pointed out. Quinn nodded her head in agreement and added that if he was straight, girls would be all over him.

Kurt scoffed. "As if. Girls, I really appreciate it but it won't happen."

Quinn and Rachel looked at each and rolled their eyes simultaneously. "Whatever. Let's just go jump. Oh that's Blaine's station right now isn't it? Hm, fun."

Kurt fell behind the stubbed up girls and followed them to the jump section. He watched as Finn pulled Rachel into a kiss and sighed. He wished he could do that. Without thinking, his eyes darted to Blaine.

Blaine had really kissable lips. His eyebrows were cute too. They looked like triangles which Kurt silently giggled at. Blaine No-Last-Name was really cute.

Puck did a back flip off of the platform in which resulted to him landing on his neck, making everyone freak out until he yelled he was fine.

Quinn jumped off the trampoline backwards into the inflatable while Rachel did the same, just adding a spin into it.

Finn went crazy. Jumping off the platform with a double back flip, but landing it. Everyone applauded him except Kurt who just shook his head.

"Let's go, Kurt! Impress you-know-who!" Quinn shouted.

That snapped Blaine's head up. He shot a smile towards Kurt and nodded towards the platform. Kurt shook his head frantically.

"Courage," Blaine said clearly and loudly. "Impress this you-know-who person."

Kurt looked at his feet. Courage.

He took a run and go and jumped off the platform, landing straight on his back. He weaved out a giggle. "Okay that was really fun."

"Go Kurtie! You have to play dodgeball wth us now!" Quinn said, pulling on Kurt.

Whilst Quinn started to lead him to the dodgeball section, Kurt shot Blaine what he thought was his biggest smile he'd had since his mom was alive.

Blaine returned the smile, but soon had to stop as he blew his whistle, but by the time Blaine had looked back, Kurt had already disappeared.

Blaine sighed and leaned against the wall that he wanted to beat his head against. These kids were really starting to get on his nerves.

Sometimes the sixteen year-old boy wondered why he even worked. His parents were loaded enough to send him to Dalton Academy and it didn't even put a dent in their pockets.

He ran a hand over his gelled hair and started thinking about asking Wes, his friend from Dalton who also worked at Jumping Jamboree, to switch duties with him so he could take over dodgeball, but that would just look like Blaine was stalking the boy named Kurt.

Blaine was positive Kurt was gay as well. He hoped that wasn't offensive to Kurt, but he just had sensed when it came to spotting out gay people.

Stopped by the sound of a scream, Blaine turned his attention towards the dodgeball section, where the scream had come from.

"Kurt!" A boy had screamed.

Blaine's head jerked up and he started stalking off towards the crowd forming around someone, which Blaine assumed to be Kurt.

When Blaine had finally reach the station, he pushed people out of the way until he had seen Kurt, who was lying in the floor, with a look of pain on his face.

Wes was motioning people to get on with their lives and that there was nothing to see, while a blonde girl was being held by a guy in a mohawk with a worried expression while the guy was biting his lip.

There was a boy with long legs that had Kurt's ankle in his lap and a girl with braids that was holding his hand, probably for him to squeeze if it hurt.

"What happened?" Blaine asked as kneeled on the other side of the girl.

"It was my fault," the blonde blurted out. "I had the ball and threw it at him, he jumped over to dodge it, tripped, and landed on his foot wrong."

She started to cry. "I'm so sorry, Kurt."

"It's okay, Quinn."

"But-"

"No buts. It's okay. I'm going to live. I'm not going to lie, it hurts more than anything right now, but I'll be okay," Kurt reassured her.

The boy at his foot started to put pressure on Kurt's foot. "Does this hurt?"

Kurt squeezed the girl's hand and it must've been hard because the girl flinched, but held him back even tighter. They must've been really close.

"Yes. A lot. I'm sorry if I'm hurting you, Rachel."

"It's okay."

Blaine racked his mind for ideas. He was worried about Kurt, of course, but also worried that he would never see Kurt again so he jumped to action.

"There's a policy here that if someone gets hurt, we are authorized to take them to the hospital and pay for anything," Blaine blurted out without thinking.

The girl with braids, whose name he put together was Rachel, frowned. "I checked the guidelines and policies before we came. There's nothing on there that says that."

"Yeah, Blaine. Care to explain?" Wes said, hiding back a smirk with a look that read they would talk about this later.

"Um, well. It was just added to the policies three days ago. The manager hasn't had time to add it online," Blaine explained, mentally giving himself a pat on the back for coming up with the story.

"Okay, well then, let's load up, Kurt," Finn said, carefully placing Kurt's foot off of his leg. He stood up and prepared to lift Kurt up.

"Wait!"

All of Kurt's friends, including Kurt himself and Wes, looked at Blaine as if he had grown a second head.

"We have a special vehicle to take you to the hospital to stop gas prices and stuff, y'know. I'm designated driver this week so you're in luck," Blaine said, "if you feel comfortable with that, of course."

Kurt's face relaxed. "Oh okay. That's fine. I'll just go with you."

"But wouldn't we still have to get gas if we went? It doesn't really sto-" the blonde girl started but Kurt cut her off.

"No, Quinn. It's policies. It might save you gas, you never know. I'll just go with Blaine here."

Quinn opened her mouth again, but was stopped once Rachel gave her a look. Quinn immediately went into a smirk once she understood what Rachel was saying, which Blaine was totally confused over.

"I'll just grab a change of clothes and we can head on out," Blaine said, giving Kurt a smile and heading back to his locker with Wes following.

"Blaine, we do not have a special vehicle. That was the worst story you've done in a while. What are you going to do? And why are you so persistent with getting this guy to go with you? It's just-" Wes stopped himself and then started hitting his friend on the shoulder.

"You like him!"

Blaine felt his cheeks go red. "No, I just want to help."

Wes scoffed. "Sure you do." He then proceeded to dig in his pockets before pulling out a set of keys. "My car is in the shop. You're lucky I brought Trent's van. You can pull it off as a company van."

"Remind me again why Trent rides a van? That's so extra," Blaine said as he opened his work locker that he kept his things in.

"How do you think he gets all the ladies?" Wes grinned.

He rolled his eyes. "As if. Could you leave? I need to change."

"Hey, we're both dudes. We have the same things," Wes defended

before stalking out of the room.

Blaine changed into a pair of gray jeans that were tight as usual and rolled at his ankles. His shirt was a bright blue button up that he paired with a simple black bow tie. He knew it was a little too much for the hospital, but he was also heading for an early birthday dinner for his aunt with his relatives and they dressed extravagant.

The boy grabbed his jacket as it was starting to get chilly outside, changed shoes, and headed out to meet up with Kurt who was in between Puck and Finn with his arms around their necks.

Blaine was looking down at his phone because of a message that his friend Nick had sent, completely oblivious to Kurt's gaping at his change of clothes.

Kurt struggled to keep the drool in his mouth. Blaine wasn't cute, handsome, or any of those words that old people use to describe attractive people.

Blaine was stunning.

Blaine was beautiful.

Blaine was hot.

"Are you ready to go?" he asked Kurt, breaking him out of his trance.

Blaine led Finn, Puck and Kurt to the van that Kurt had no idea wasn't really a work vehicle, but rather the annoying fellow Warbler that Blaine secretly despised.

He opened the passenger door for Kurt, but not before sliding it back and taking off his jacket, stuffing it into a ball, and putting it on the dashboard for Kurt to rest his foot on.

"We'll be at Westerville General in about thirty minutes. Are you all coming too?" Blaine asked as he helped the injured boy into the van.

Kurt tried not to think about how his skin burned when Blaine helped him into the van. He knew his cheeks were a dark shade of red, but he hoped that Blaine, Puck, and Finn were too busy talking to realize.

"-yeah Puck has to go, but Rachel, Quinn, and I will be there. Take care of him and be safe," Finn had said.

Kurt hasn't caught the beginning of the conversation, but knew enough to know that Puck had to leave, but the others would be right behind them.

Suddenly, thoughts flashed into Kurt's mind. What if Blaine was a serial killer? Somehow, Kurt didn't care. He'd be honored to be killed by someone as gorgeous as Blaine.

He cringed as he realized he was starting to sound like a twelve year-old girl with her first crush. Oh what the heck, he had as much knowledge as a twelve year-old.

"-do you like?" Blaine's voice had brought Kurt back to life. He jumped at his voice and looked sheepishly at the boy beside him.

"I'm sorry, I was daydreaming. What did you say?"

Blaine laughed and Kurt wanted to record it and set it as his ringtone until the day he dies. "I asked you what kind of music do you like."

"Oh! I'm glad you asked! Gaga's my queen," Kurt gushed.

Blaine made a face. "I prefer Katy."

This time it was Kurt's turn to make a face. "Katy over Gaga? No way."

"Yes way."

"You're insane."

"Like you?"

"Do you sing?" Kurt finally asked. He silently prayed that he did so when they got married, their children would be musically talented.

The younger boy's face lit up. "I'm lead singer for the Warblers at Dalton!"

Kurt's mouth dropped as recognition swooped in. This was the boy he was always impressed with at their competitions.

New Directions had competed with the Warblers in Kurt's junior year at Sectionals ending with a tie, they had beaten them at Regionals, and then beat them again at Regionals this year. Kurt knew that Blaine had looked familiar.

"You were the one who killed Raise Your Glass last year at Regionals! I knew I recognized you! I'm in the New Directions."

"That would be me," Blaine laughed, "I wanted to do something a little more emotional than Last Friday Night for our opening song, but the others insisted. I've always wanted to do a duet, but the council won't approve it. Maybe Candles by Hey Monday."

"You sound very top forty, I'm surprised you even know that song," Kurt remarked.

Blaine rolled his eyes with a playful smile. "Turn the radio up."

Kurt did as he was told and watched as Blaine grinned. "Hmm what's that I hear?"

The intro for Katy Perry's Teenage Dream started playing. Before Kurt even know what to say, Blaine was singing along.

"Before you met me, I was alright but things were kind of heavy. You brought to me life now every February, you'll be my valentine. Valentine."

As Blaine continued to sing, Kurt just stared in amazement. He had never been more engrossed in a song. He felt Blaine's pumping energy and happiness in the three minutes.

He had never been more thankful for Katy.

As Blaine and Kurt sat together waiting for the x-ray results, they chatted about everything. From Finn and Rachel making them lose Nationals, to all the love triangles and drama, to Wes and his gavel, and everything in between.

"So," Kurt started out slowly. This was his chance to find out if Blaine was gay. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Blaine laughed. "No thank you. I prefer the opposite gender."

Kurt mentally did a fist pump. There really was a God out there and He was paying attention. "What about you, Kurt? Girlfriend on your sleeve?"

"Same boat as you," Kurt replied casually, but losing his cool on the inside.

Both boys had to stop themselves from grinning too wide. Their questions had been answered.

"I know this is gonna sound crazy, but maybe next time you're in Westerville, maybe we can grab a-"

The door opened as Dr. Aston walked in. "Your results came back, Kurt. It's only a bad sprain. You were very close to breaking it. Try not to be putting too much pressure on it for a while. I'm going to send the nurse in to wrap it up and you guys are free to go."

Both boys thanked the older man who nodded his head and left right away. Kurt was thankful it was only a sprain, but he was disappointment that Blaine didn't get to finish his statement.

He knew Blaine was about to ask him out. He just knew it. Now, he might never see Blaine again. Kurt had to do something about it.

He looked over at Blaine who was fixated on his phone, typing a message. This was now or never. "Hey Blaine?"

The other boy raised his head and his eyebrows, pocketing his phone. "Yeah, Kurt?"

"You've got something on your lips."

"Oh!" Blaine's hand shot up to his mouth. "Thanks. Where is it? What is it?"

"My lips." Was the only thing Kurt said before pulling Blaine in closer.

Kurt had never kissed anyone before and he had no clue if he was doing it right or not. All he cared was that Blaine's lips were warm and tasted of mouth wash and orange Trident gum.

Blaine hasn't reacted the first few seconds, which worried Kurt, but soon his doubts were pushed away and Blaine pulled him even closer, grabbing Kurt's shirt.

If possible, they got even closer. The kiss wasn't heated or full on French kissing, but it was simple, chaste, and sweet. This was the first kiss Kurt had been dreaming of.

They parted too soon for Kurt and Blaine's liking, but both of them needed air. "So, about that thing earlier. What were you saying?"

"Next time you're in Westerville, we're grabbing a coffee," Blaine stated.

"Ooh, not even asking? Demanding much?" Kurt teased, pulling Blaine into another kiss.

Rachel and Quinn were about to be blown off their seats was Kurt's only thought other than Blaine.