Author's Note: The initial dialogue comes from the episode Never Been Kissed. This is my first fan fic, please review. Constructive criticism is welcome (though not loved), but please leave bad attitudes at home.

Disclaimer: If you recognize it as something from Glee, then I do not own it. To be specific: I DO NOT OWN GLEE, KURT, BLAINE, WARBLERS, etc. Seriously... I don't. Promise. Would love to have access to Darren Criss, though. Any thoughts on how to make that happen? Anyone?

Chapter 1

Blaine's POV

I can't believe I am running late to the Warbler's impromptu performance. Wes and David are going to kill me.

According to my trusty pocket watch, I have 4 minutes to get to the Senior Commons, or the Warblers will have no lead soloist for their performance. I begin to pick up my pace as I move down the staircase. "Uuuuggghhhh," I huff in frustration. Hurry up, Blaine!

"Ummmm… Excuse me…" A gentle voice says behind me.

I turn around to see a beautiful boy with the most expressive eyes staring at me, an eyebrow slightly raised.

"I'm new here." The adorable boy says. A quick glance at his outfit and I know he isn't a Dalton student. But, there is something in his eyes…

"My name's Blaine."

"Kurt."

I shake his hand as he asks, "So… what exactly is happening here?"

"The Warblers. Every now and then they give an impromptu performance in the Senior Commons. It tends to shut the school down for a while." I state affectionately.

The eyebrow inches even further up his forehead as he asks "So, the Glee Club here is kind of cool?"

Aha! He MUST be a spy! If he knows who the Warblers are, he has to be from our competition…

"The Warblers are like rock stars!" I can't help but boast proudly.

I can see his wheels spinning in his head. I can see the different emotions flitting in his eyes. He may be a spy, but there is more to his being here than meets the eye, I know it.

After a moment's thought, I grab his hand and feel a rush of electricity surge through me, unlike anything I have ever felt. Woah! "Come on. I know a short cut."

Running with Kurt's hand in mine, I can't help but notice that my heart is beating wildly and there are butterflies in my stomach. I can see Kurt looking around in awe. Gosh he's beautiful. Pull it together, Blaine. You have to sing in less than two minutes. I hope that Kurt likes it... Woah, Blaine.

As we reach the double doors, I release Kurt's hand and push the doors open. I made it with less than a minute to spare. David catches my eye and makes an exaggerated glance at his watch. I nod and turn around to look at Kurt. He is looking around, all of a sudden looking incredibly uncomfortable. He sighs, fidgeting with his messenger bag, and softly says, "I stick out like a sore thumb." Before I can stop myself, I reach up and fix his collar. "Well, next time don't forget your jacket, new kid. You'll fit right in." I smile and wink at him (I can't help myself since he is the most adorable spy).

As the Warblers start harmonizing, I put my bag down on the nearest chair, turn to my little spy and say with the most charming smile I can muster, "Now, please excuse me…" As I turn, I catch the curious and confused expression on Kurt's face… adorable.

I begin to sing Katy Perry's Teenage Dream and feel my nerves start to drift away. Nerves? I am never nervous about performances. What is wrong with me? Even as I ask myself that question, I know the answer. Kurt, my spy, makes me nervous.

I can't help but look at him constantly as I am singing. Now that I am feeling like myself, I can't help but want to impress him. Gosh he is beautiful. I notice him looking around, a mix of incredulity and wistfulness on his face. He truly seems knocked off balance by the response of the other students. As the song starts to drift towards its end, I see Kurt getting into it. Swaying to the music and smiling… at me.

The song ends and I congratulate my fellow Warblers, then I look to Kurt. He is clapping passionately and smiling with amazement shining in his eyes. Good job, Blaine. I think you made an excellent first impression on the beautiful Kurt, I think to myself as I am accosted by more Warblers. I gently escape from my excited Warblers and turn to walk toward Kurt. But, he is not at the door. I don't see him anywhere. Realization dawning on me, I run out the door and down the hall looking for Kurt.

As I turn a corner, I see Kurt up ahead. "Hey, Kurt, wait up!" I call. I see the panic in his eyes as he turns to face me. For a moment, I am speechless from the level of panic that I see there.

Shaking myself mentally, I say "I was wondering if you would want to get together sometime and get a coffee. Why don't we exchange phone numbers?" He looks surprised, but quickly recovers. With a tentative smile, Kurt responds breathlessly, "Sure. That would be great."

We exchange phone numbers and say goodbye. He turns and starts to walk away. I watch his back thoughtfully, thinking about the panic I had seen in his eyes moments ago. It was not the typical "I was busted spying look" you might expect… it was something way more than that. I wonder…

Suddenly, Kurt spins around wearing a small smile and says, "That performance was really amazing. Even better than Katy could have done…"

I can't help but flash him a huge smile. "Thanks," I say rather breathlessly. He turns around, and with a few more steps he is out of my sight. Presumably off to head back to his school.

I sigh, still thinking of those eyes, turn around, and head back into the Senior Commons. I need to speak to Wes and David.