AN: Hey guys! Thanks for checking out my little story, I hope you like it. To be honest a lot of inspiration came from this summer's Klaine skit. So in later chapters you'll see some winks at that. I don't own any of the characters! This chapter's short but it's just an introduction and it will pick up, so please stick with me. Please enjoy!

Prologue

Blaine Anderson hated to admit it, but he had a competitive streak. Though he acted humbly, he internally swelled with pride each time the Warbler's assigned him a solo. He was competitive in class too, raising his hand, actively participating and studying hard to ensure a top grade. It's not that he really cared that much about being "better" than his peers, he just liked the thrill of the challenge.

But boy was his work cut out for him when he started dating Kurt Hummel.

Kurt was literally the perfect boyfriend. Everything about him was the ideal counterpoint to Blaine, and Blaine recognized that easily. But with that realization came the dread that Blaine wasn't living up to his own dapper standards.

When they were together, it was as if the rest of the world didn't matter. They lived in their own little bubble and could share a private contentment there. Kurt was relaxed with Blaine around, and he let his walls down, talking comfortably about whatever came to mind. Similarly, Blaine felt like he didn't need to be perfect with Kurt. Rather, he felt he could just be himself. He often fretted, is this enough? t was hard to accept that Kurt was such a better boyfriend!

Actually, when Blaine thought about it, Kurt was just a lot better with romance.

"Aw who am I kidding?" Blaine thought one summer day while taking a break at Six Flags, "Kurt's just better with nicknames."

And if there is one thing Blaine had learned about himself while dating Kurt, it was that he loved nicknames. Or at least, the nicknames Kurt chose and what they did to Blaine.

Blaine fidgeted slightly, reclining on a bench, watching the park-goers walk by. He checked his watch and saw that he had ten more minutes. He reclined his lithe body and closed his eyes, matted eyelashes brushing his bronzed cheekbones, as his mind wandering over the various names Kurt called him on occasion.