Fill for Pyroclastic's "One Sentence" Fic Meme Prompt: Blaine/Will – similarities. Bonus: Top!Blaine

Will Schuester was standing facing Blaine in the otherwise empty senior commons. He had just introduced himself, and was now looking at Blaine curiously; Blaine seemed to be staring at the top of his head.

"What is it?" Will asked, running a hand over his head.

"Your hair..." Blaine murmured, half to himself. "It's so curly... just like mine." He blushed as he said the last few words.

"Yeah, I guess it is."

Blaine cleared his throat and attempted to restart the conversation. "So, you came to visit Kurt?"

"Yeah, I just wanted to stop by, see how he's doing. You know, make sure he's okay."

"Just like he was at McKinley?" The criticism slipped out of Blaine's mouth before he could stop it.

There was an awkward silence.

"Sorry, that was rude," Blaine apologised. "I can be kinda... blunt."

"No worries," Will said. "I often do that." He smiled uneasily.

"So what made you want to visit him now? It's a week before Regionals; he's pretty busy right now."

"I don't know... I was just concerned about him. That's all."

Blaine smiled at him, in an oddly condescending manner. "You really have no idea what you're doing, do you?"

Will shook his head. "Not really, no. I just try to do the right thing as I go along and it usually turns out alright."

Blaine chuckled disparagingly. "Lucky you. I make it up as I go along and it usually turns into a disaster."

"Maybe I've just had more time to get lucky in."

Blaine smirked. "From what I hear, you do plenty of 'getting lucky'."

Will looked suitably abashed and shrugged. "Most of it's just talk."

Blaine chuckled. "Same here. We're pretty similar, you and I."

Will raised his eyebrows. "How d'you mean?"

"Well, there were three things right there. Then there's the fact that we both tend to do stupid things to get the attention of people we like-"

"Wait, what?"

"Kurt told me all about the Rocky Horror thing. Trying to impress Miss Pillsbury? Yeah, that thing."

Blaine walked towards the puzzled looking teacher.

"And we both always want things we can't have," he concluded his earlier train of thought.

"What?"

"You and Miss Pillsbury again. Me and you."

"You want... me?"

"Yeah. Maybe it's the ultimate in narcissism, but there is nothing I want more than a guy who is just like me."

"Oh..."

Blaine tilted his head to the side. "I think... I think there's a part of you that wants me, too."

"No, I-"

"Look down, Mr Schuester. It's a big part of you, and it's getting bigger by the second. It definitely wants me."

Will gasped. Blaine was right.

This is not a good idea, was his last conscious thought before crashing his lips into the younger boy's.

It was about an hour later, laid out on a sofa with the teenager wrapped in his arms, with a strange (though not unpleasant) aching, stretched sensation in his backside, that a lucid thought finally came to mind:

"See, Blaine; sometimes you do things, and you just get lucky."