A/N: Aaaaaand enjoy! :P
It's Obvious!
In the locker room, on a Wednesday afternoon, Blaine continously punched the red bag, which hung right in front of him. As beads of sweat dripped off of Blaine Anderson, performed an uppercut at the bag, every now and then his hazel eyes searching the weight room for his crush. Blaine found that furiously executing several jabs, crosses and haymakers is a great way to relieve stress.
Ah, yes. Kurt Hummel was heaven sent. Blaine is pretty sure at this point, the blue-eyed beauty was sent down to earth to torture him. From his long beautiful legs that seem to go on for miles, to his chestnut locks, always somehow perfectly coiffed, to his kissable pink plump lips, Blaine indeed, had it bad for Kurt Hummel.
Why won't he notice me? What do I need to do to get his attenton? Blaine thought, angrily, still going to town on that punching bag. By now, the bag was so destroyed, that Blaine took a second to adjust his black gloves on his hands. I just want him to NOTICE me! Blaine forwned as he stared at his slightly reddened knuckles.
"Blaine..."
"What?" He answered Finn with a mumble, not meeting Finn's gaze.
Finn sighed. "I know you're in love with Kurt."
Blaine turned crimson, and his eyes darted around in panic.
Silence.
Finn stared bluntly, "Dude, I see the way you look at him. It's obvious."
Blaine's heart started racing a mile a minute. "Look, please don't tell him. I've worked so hard to keep this a secret for so long..."
"Ok dude...but, can I be honest?" Finn suggested.
Blaine's eyes met Finn's concerned brown eyes. "Y-Yeah, Finn?"
Finn smiled, regardlss of Blaine's hesitant expression. "I think you should tell him."
Blaine gulped, unsure. But, he nodded as the football player walked off to the weights.
...Meanwhile, right behind the stand that held the numerous red McKinley folded towels, Kurt Hummel listened with awe to the conversation between his giant oaf of his stepbrother Finn, and his crush, Blaine Devon Anderson. As he proceeded to rub his expensive moisturizer onto his rosy cheeks, his eyebrows rose. He...he likes me?! Good God, yes! Kurt smiled so big. He squealed as he noticed Blaine heading his way. Kurt tried to backup quickly, but bumped into the wall. It was too late.
As Blaine ran into him, he mumbled nervously, his eyes searching Kurts' cyan one's. "H-Hey, Kurt..."
Kurt blushed as he answered, "H-Hello, Blaine."
It was quiet for some time.
"Uh, I've gotta take a shower now...I'll see you in glee club?" Blaine smiled.
Kurt bit his bottom lip. "Oh, ok! O-Of course." But, I think you smell amazing...
As Blaine nodded and headed for the showers, Kurt licked his suddenly dry lips as he studied the sexy white tank top, clinging to the shorter boy's olive-skin, showing off his muscles. I wish he'd stop wearing that damn gray jacket over it. "B-Blaine?" Kurt ran up to him.
"Yeah?"
"I-I...I may or may not have eavesdropped on...the uh..." Kurt paused, thinking, What the HELL are you DOING, Hummel?!
Blaine's triangular eyebrows rose and he turned a shade of red. "W-What...?"
"...Y-Yeah, I...I like you, too.." Kurt smiled, admitting his feelings.
"You d-do?" Blaine slowly grinned and Kurt found it adorable, as usual. "K-Kurt?"
"Y-Yes, Blaine?" He replied in a whisper.
"Do you want to grab coffee with me after school today?"
"Yes." Kurt breathed out.
"Wonderful! Uh, now I must go shower..." Blaine chirped excitedly.
Kurt giggled watching the sexy boy heading towards one of the steamy shower stalls.
"Can't wait..." Kurt whispered, mostly to himself.