A/N: I was supposed to be on a writing hiatus. But unfortunately, the Klaine muses wouldn't let me. Because they came up with an idea. And they haven't shut up about it since they gave me the idea. Know the movie 'She's All That'? Yeah… here it is. It is loosely based around that plot. And I know nothing about drawing, since I can't…but I'll do my best.

Chapter 1

Blaine Anderson walked through the hallway with his football friends. He couldn't believe that he was this popular. Moving from Westerville to Lima had been good for him, but so had hiding his sexuality. Until one day that all changed. He didn't want to hide who he was anymore, so he told his good friend, Finn Hudson, and the rest was history. Blaine got to his locker, thinking about things, when Finn approached him.

"Dude, quick. If you could switch teams, and have a one night stand with either one of these women, who would you choose? Jessica Chastain, Jennifer Lawrence or Sue Sylvester."

Blaine rolled his eyes. Finn came at him every day with dumbass questions like this, but he played along, faithfully. He shoved his history book in his locker, and grabbed the sketchbook he used for his art class. He slammed his locker shut, pretending to think about Finn's question, already knowing the answer. He turned to Finn and smiled.

"Easy. Jennifer Lawrence. I'm not big on redheads. Or blondes. Brunettes are definitely in. Anything else?"

"Yeah. Did you do your math homework? You know how Mr. Grant gets when I don't do it."

Blaine rolled his eyes. They had separate classes twice a day, and every other class together. Math was one of their separate classes. Blaine opened his locker one last time, and took out his math assignment. He handed it to Finn and sighed.

"Make sure I get this back. It's due tomorrow, and I really don't feel like spending my night tonight doing it all again."

Blaine heard the bell ring, as Finn nodded his thanks. Blaine took off down the hallway and headed towards the art class. He hated this particular art class, but he'd needed an elective, and he'd already had enough Italian and Spanish credits. So, he'd chosen art because he did some doodles every now and then. He walked into the art class and shook his head, looking at the misfits that were there.

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Kurt Hummel took the bandana off of his head and shoved it in his pocket. His painting of the pollution in New York City, was going to be a huge hit with the teacher, and he knew it was another solid A. He sat down next to his friend Brittany and lay his head on her shoulder and smiled when she patted his head. She stroked his hair and she knew something was up.

"What's wrong Kurt?"

"Oh, nothing. Just…thinking that's all."

"Big day tomorrow?"

"I know. I'm so excited. I cannot wait for this competition."

"You're totally going to nail it, Kurt."

Brittany said, watching as the teacher stepped into the room. Kurt sat up and looked down at his sketchpad. That's when he'd caught the eye of Blaine. Blaine Anderson, the object of his every fantasy…and truly unattainable to him. Kurt was on the very bottom of the food chain, being an art geek. Blaine smiled for a split second and then flipped his sketchbook open. Kurt shook off his thoughts and paid attention to what the teacher said.

"Class! Attention please! We're going to begin today's lesson very shortly. But first, I want you do things a little bit differently. I'm going to pair up people who've never been paired up before. I want you to do a "first impression" drawing. You have a week to be together. After you've done your "first impression" drawing, and after you've gotten to know your partner, you will be drawing a "final impression" of your partner, and giving an explanation as to what changed your opinion."

Kurt didn't know what was going on in his art teacher's brain. He'd always paired up with Brittany, and now his teacher wanted to lift him out of his comfort zone? Was he absolutely kidding? He watched as the teacher walked around holding little pieces of papers with names on them. The teacher grinned as he walked by Kurt's table and dropped the folded piece of paper onto the table, grinning. After the teacher had finished handing out the papers he went back to the front of the room.

"Okay, now. Open the papers and find your partners. Then get started."

The teacher said, clapping his hand. Kurt was nervous and rightfully so. He didn't know who the teacher would pair him up with, but he had a sinking feeling that it wouldn't be good. He opened the paper and his breath caught in his throat.

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Blaine opened his paper and gasped. That was one name he hadn't expected. He looked down at the paper and studied the name intently. In the messy scrawl of his teachers handwriting it was his worst nightmare come true.

Kurt Hummel.

Blaine groaned loudly. He stood up, grabbed his sketchbook and pencils and headed towards the other side of the room. He looked at the empty seat, without focusing on Kurt. He found the seat and sat down next to Kurt, before turning to him.

Meanwhile, Kurt was experiencing turmoil of his own. Blaine Anderson was sitting right next to him. When he'd read Blaine's name on the paper he felt like he was going to fall on the floor dead. Why would the teacher do this to him? Kurt sighed and extended his hand.

"Kurt Hummel."

"I know who you are, Kurt."

Blaine said, laying out his sketchpad and studying Kurt's outfit judgmentally. Kurt knew exactly what he was doing. He knew that Blaine was judging his outfit. Blaine shook his head, and turned back to his sketch pad.

"So, let's get started, shall we?"

Blaine asked. He had a mental picture of what he wanted to draw Kurt as. He had this impression that Kurt was closed off, sad and even an outcast. So, that's how he was going to start drawing Kurt. Kurt studied Blaine and shook his head. He knew that Blaine came from money. He also knew that Blaine was the popular guy. So that was how he was going to draw Blaine.

But what Kurt didn't know, was what Blaine was truly thinking. Blaine couldn't get Kurt's eyes out of his head. Not just how sad and lonely he looked, but just how blue they were. He didn't know if he'd be able to get that blue just right, but he was going to try. He just hoped that Kurt got Blaine's first impression right. He watched Kurt drawing him furiously. He'd noted how good Kurt was, and also realized that Kurt was drawing from memory.

"You're pretty good, Kurt."

Blaine said. Kurt nodded his thanks and kept furiously drawing. He didn't know what to say. He didn't know how to use his words to describe Blaine, but he'd try. Before Blaine knew it, the final bell rang for the day. Blaine gathered up his books as the teacher told them their drawings were due tomorrow. Blaine knew what he'd be doing. Finding words to describe Kurt. And that's what scared him.

A/N: It's crap. I know. Just…let me know.