To put it simply, Kurt Hummel is an outcast. By choice, of course. Nothing happened at McKinnely. The most interesting thing that had happened in his high school life was when he joined Glee club, which he had left late junior year due to constant slushy facials. So why would he want anything to do with the people from this school, let alone town? He now walks the halls, his hood up and his head down with absolutely nothing to believe in. Nothing.
Of course, there had been that small fraction of a second that he did have hope. It was at Sectionals during junior year when Kurt had first saw Blaine. Seeing him sing with such passion and enthusiasm made his own heart sing with the melody of a different kind of beat. It's ridiculous, but Kurt believes it was love at first sight. For him, anyway. He had no clue whatsoever whether or not Blaine Anderson knew of his existence. But just like everything else, he lost faith in Blaine, too.
A boy with such talent as Blaine contains so much potential. He has such a bright future ahead of him with that voice of his. Why would anyone in their right mind want an outcast like Kurt? Plus, was he even gay in the first place? Thoughts like these swirled around Kurt's head and mocked him into insecurity. He lost hope of he and Blaine ever becoming anything more than competitors.
Kurt still catches himself, almost a year later, thinking of those adorable triangular eyebrows that danced like caterpillars on Blaine's forehead when he performed. For some odd reason, Kurt thinks to himself how he misses him.
How can you miss someone you don't know anything about?, Kurt asks himself in Algebra 2.
He knows he should probably be paying attention to whatever the teacher is saying, but he can't seem to get the images of the extremely dapper Warbler out of his head. He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs silently to himself.

After school, Kurt had decided to make a detour to the Lima Bean, as it is the closest stop for coffee on his route home. He drives up and parks near the entrance. Lying his satchel aside, he gets out of the car and makes his way for the door. He reaches for the handle, but the door opens for him. 3 boys in uniforms file their way out of the door, unknowing of the boy standing right by them. They laugh loudly at a joke that wasn't heard by Kurt's ears. He smiles politely at them when he realizes... Blaine Anderson.

The smile on his face is replaced by the dropping of his jaw, only slightly though. His heart once again sings the familiar tune that only Blaine can provide. Blaine's eyes fill with recognition of the pale boy.
"Hey.. I remember you," he says, the memory flickering to life in his brain.
"Yeah me too.. Brad..right?," Kurt asks, playing cool.
Blaine chuckles, then corrects the common mistake,"Blaine. Blaine Anderson. And you're.. K-k... something with a K.. uh,"
"K-", Kurt starts, but then gets interrupted by an overexcited Blaine.
"KURT!," Blaine shouts, then asks, "It is Kurt, right?"
"Yes. Sure is," Kurt confirms, gleeful at the fact that Blaine actually remembered him.
Blaine looks over to friends, who are now waiting by the car they all drove in together.
"You comin', Blaine?," another Warbler asks.
"Yeah, just give me a sec..," he says, slightly distracted as he pulls out his phone.
Handing it to Kurt, he says,"I have to get going, so just put your number in... that is if that's okay.."
"Oh, yeah it's fine," Kurt reassures.
Kurt hastily taps in the numbers into Blaine's phone, only messing up twice. He's happy to actually have a chance at texting someone other than Carole. Carole's a nice lady, but she only ever texts him messages from Burt, who stubbornly refuses to get a phone. According to Burt, a phone is a "waste of money". Though he's very supportive of Kurt's sexual orientation, he can be so old fashioned.
Kurt returns the phone to the dark haired boy. Blaine smiles up and him and starts tapping away on his phone. Kurt looks curiously at him. Suddenly, his back pocket buzzes. He takes it out slowly and hopefully and reads the text message. Carole.

But then it buzzes a second later.
Just texting to see if this was a real number. Lol
Relief floods him as he looks up at Blaine, shy smile on his face.
"Yay. It is your number. Well I will see you later. Be expecting my texts," Blaine says happily.
"Bye," Kurt says, beaming.
Blaine finally gets into the waiting car and it drives out of the parking lot. Kurt is now alone, and missing the presence of Blaine. He sighs sadly to himself. He slides his phone into his back pocket, not wanting to text Blaine first to avoid seeming too desperate. He walks into the Lima Bean and orders his usual drink. As he waits for the coffee to finish, his phone buzzes again. He assumes it to be Carole in a follow up text to her previous message, as he never answered.
Hey there Kurt. I know it's only been like a second, but would you want to hang out sometime?
Kurt just stares at his phone, dumbfounded. He taps back a reply.
Yeah of course.

The same song replays in him for the umpteenth time today. Such an attraction to a stranger (for the most part) cannot be healthy. He then adds Blaine Anderson into his contacts. He's happy to finally have an addition to the nearly empty list. His drink is finally ready and is prepared for drinking. A buzz from his phone alerts him that another text has arrived.
He's disappointed to find it's Carole, informing him on chores he has to do once he returns home. Although he definitely would rather do plenty other things than chores, he's happy. His heart is singing and with just that, he's content. He smiles and walks to his car.

Wanna catch a movie this Saturday?

Kurt reads, and types out a yes in reply. He sighs happily to himself and drives himself home. He finally has something to believe in.