The other week I was reading fic and I wondered why Kurt was always the one who was hopelessly in love with Blaine and not the other way around, so I wrote this. There is more, but I decided to see if anyone actually liked this enough for me to post it.

Blaine had seen an angel, he was sure of this. He was walking out of Calculus, his head pounding, focussing on nothing but the warm, comfortable bed in waiting in his dorm room. When he saw him, the angel.

It's not an angel, idiot, the little voice in his head sneered, angels don't exist.
Blaine ignored the voice, mesmerised by the figure in front of him. It had to be an angel, how else would you explain that petite figure, the way that he glided across the floor, and that so pale it was almost translucent skin. Definitely an angel, Blaine decided, his feet deciding to work as Blaine followed him through the hall in a trance. The angel stopped, staring at the Dalton map, confused. Blaine stopped behind him, his hand acting of its own accord and reaching out to the other boy when a vibration brought him back to reality. Realising what he was doing and jumping back, Blaine took out his phone.

What were you even going to do? The voice in his head sneered, Stroke his hair? Pat his back? Shaking his head to bring himself back to reality, he opened a new message.
Where are you? We need to start – Wes.
Blaine groaned upon remembering the impromptu performance the Warblers were throwing in the senior commons. He looked up and noticed the boy in front of him had gone, shaking his head again, he shot back a response to Wes.
I'll be there in less than 5, got held up. Any sign of the McKinley spy? – Blaine
Blaine took off down the hallway, turning the corner as he received yet another message.
Hurry, and no, keep your eyes peeled though. We don't want Teenage Dream to be leaked, it's our best song and we need it for Sectionals – Wes

Blaine threw his phone back into his bag, turning another corner before running towards the stairs. He stopped in his tracks, causing another boy to run into him when he saw the boy from earlier.
'Sorry,' Blaine mumbled, continuing down the stairs at a brisk pace.
His heart was leaping out of his chest when he neared the other boy.
Keep going, Blaine, the voice of reason in his head said, see what he's wearing? That's not a Dalton jacket, he's wearing sunglasses for God's sake, there's your spy, just don't look at him, definitely don't talk to him and pass by quickly. You don't want to cause trouble.
Deciding that one look couldn't hurt, Blaine passed the other boy on the stairs, shooting him a quick glance as the boy removed his sunglasses and immediately regretted it. How was he supposed to think with the memory of those blue gray eyes embedded in his brain? The sadness they expressed made Blaine want to hold him, stroke his hair, tell him everything would be all right and never let him go.

'Excuse me,' Blaine's heart quickened at the noise, he took a deep breath and slowly turned around, looking into those eyes and immediately losing all trains of coherent thought.
'Um, hi,' the boy said hesitantly, 'can I ask you a question? I'm new here.'
Blaine didn't hear what the boy had said as he drunk in the form in front of him. His hair was perfectly styled, the black jacket presumably covering his day clothes was fitted, he had a black satchel slung over his should and best of all, Blaine's gaydar was beeping so frantically it was likely to explode. He chose not to focus on the face of the boy for fear of going completely insane. Still staring in awe, Blaine realised that the boy had asked a question.
I probably look like an idiot, he thought, say something! Anything!
'My name's Blaine,' he said, extending a hand. The boy gave him a funny look.
'Kurt,' he said, shaking Blaine's hand with a nervous laugh.
Kurt Anderson, that sounds marvellous, Blaine thought dreamily before snapping out of his trance. You've said three words to the boy and already you're getting married? Smooth Anderson.
Oblivious to the other boy's internal struggle, Kurt continued, 'So what exactly's going on?'
'Warblers,' Blaine said with a smile, 'every now and then they throw an impromptu performance in the senior commons, tends to shut the school down for a while.' Blaine stared fondly as he saw his schoolmates walking towards the commons discussing the performance excitedly.
'So wait, the Glee club here is kind of cool..?' Kurt asked, an incredulous expression on his face.
'The Warblers are like rockstars,' Blaine replied, immediately biting his tongue.
Did you seriously just call yourself a rockstar, he thought, Jesus Blaine, he's going to think you're incredibly conceited.
No he won't, the voice of reason interjected, because he's never even going to see you perform. He's a spy, remember? Bid him goodbye and don'tâ€Ĥ
'C'mon," Blaine said, having shut his sense of reason out a long time ago, 'I know a short cut.'

Basically, I've written more, but I haven't typed it up yet. I've brought in an OC for Kurt. There would be Klaine eventually, I can't resist. I would be flitting between canon and my story and changing canon for this. So Blaine it on the Alcohol and Silly Love Songs would be included, but changed because Blaine's in love with Kurt and we all know he doesn't realise that for a while in Glee canon (thank god he did though).
So, tell me if you want more, I guess?