A/N: Hi everyone, this is just a little silly head canon. However, if you do want me to continue the story, please review or tell me, I have a couple of ideas floating around up there. Also, here I imagine Blaine to be more like Darren, as in personality wise.
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Glee…or maybe I do…how do you know I'm not Ryan Murphy…ha ha ha ha just kidding! 3
Kurt could feel his chest heaving through his new Alexander Mc Queen, dark brown jacket. His ragged breath burning his throat as he sprinted as fast as he could down 5th Avenue to catch Bus 912, that he could see putting on its indicator lights on to pull into the busy morning traffic. Kurt's skin tight jeans rubbed against his thighs as he lengthened his strides to reach the closing doors just in time.
Kurt stuck his hands through the bus' huge double doors and was breathing heavily as he paid his bus fare to a disgruntled bus driver. Fishing out a dollar bill and a couple of pennies out of jeans pocket, with great difficulty as they were so close-fitting, he muttered a 'thank you' and a 'keep the change' to the driver, and only got a disapproving glare in return. Kurt meandered down the aisle of the bus as he searched for an empty seat amidst a sea of people.
The pale, lanky boy strode down the aisle with a faint air of swagger as he observed the people around him. His striking blue eyes darting from person to person, never to look down on someone, but you would feel self-conscious was he ever to look at you.
Kurt noticed to his right in the very front seat an elderly lady with wispy grey hair, sticking out at all angles wearing a floral dress and a matching sun hat. Kurt cringed at the fashion tragedy that was personified in this woman, but excused her because of her age. To his left in the following seat was a man with extremely slicked back hair in a smart dark grey suit and a bright pair of blue and orange socks that adorned his feet beneath an expensive looking Italian dress shoes. Kurt visibly grimaced at the socks but was impressed by the rest of the outfit.
Kurt didn't realise it but he constantly did this, judged people on what they were wearing. It was a completely subconscious action but he noticed it played a large part in whether he became interested in that person or not.
Kurt glanced up at the rest of the bus, other than the two in the front there were only three or four other older people on the bus. All sporting business looking clothes, quite nice but excessively mainstream. All the other people on the near full bus were college students such as himself, readying themselves, for today was the first day for all universities in the New York area. Instantly, Kurt turned his gay-dar on. He prided himself on the fact that he had an almost one hundred per cent success rate with his radar. He could pick one gay man out of a crowd of one thousand straight man, and he would be almost certain he would be right. A small smile played on his lips as he detected about three around him.
He didn't pursue them however; he wanted this year to be about him and him only. Kurt didn't want someone in the way causing drama and such other nonsense he could definitely do without in his first year of college. So Kurt continued to survey the bus people as he searched for an empty seat which in fact was proving to be exceedingly difficult
Most of the people on the bus were staring absentmindedly out of the windows, texting furiously on their phones or else sorting papers to looking at schedules for the upcoming first day.
Kurt saw one of the guys he picked up on his radar earlier and…Oh my…
Then his breath hitched, not much, only ever so slightly. He saw a boy, no, not a boy, this guy was most definitely a man. He was sitting on the first seat of the raised section nearing at the back of the bus on a seat by himself. He was however, taking up the whole seat with his bag, a khaki coloured vintage backpack, covered with badges and stitches. Stuck down the side of the seat was a guitar case that had so many stickers on it, you could hardly see the black leather that covered it. His unruly, extremely curly, inky brown hair made small curls around his face…and oh that face!
His gorgeous hazel eyes, speckled with green and gold, staring at the window as he wrote his name in the frosty glass, something like a child would do. His straight nose, full lips and the most comical, yet sexy, triangular eyebrows, furrowed in concentration as he tried to get his name looking just right.
Kurt realised he was staring, luckily, as he looked around no-one had noticed him practically drooling over this God-like boy, who looked around his age maybe a touch younger. Kurt quickly shook his head and continued to walk down the bus determined to find a seat next to or near this guy.
Kurt slid into a seat that was empty and that was on the opposite side to him and back one seat. He could clearly see him from this angle and he could also see the name he was writing in half print cursive on the window.
Blaine Anderson.
What a gorgeous name, simple yet so amazing. Kurt surveyed the boy and his clothing, as this was Kurt's go to guide to see how much he liked someone. Blaine wore simple yet stylish Oxfords paired with bright red socks, which perfectly complemented his navy blue, almost black skinny jeans. They were however; nowhere near as tight as Kurt's. He wore a white, worn in, sleeved dress shirt. With the top two buttons undone, leaving a subtle amount of a sculpted and tanned chest, it left Kurt's imagination run wild. Over the top of the shirt was a cardigan which he pulled of perfectly, it was a vibrant deep blue with navy blue stitching to it. He had folded the cuffs of the shirt over the top of the cardigan at his wrists and had done them up, executing the outfit to a near Kurt standard of perfection.
Kurt sat there stunned out of his mind, this boy was gorgeous, dressed like Kurt had picked out his clothes for him and as Kurt looked at the papers that had now appeared in his hand, and he saw they were both going to NYU. What more could Kurt have asked for?