Based on a prompt by IlCieloCapovolto, inspired by a Kunter gifset.
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It's weird, Kurt thinks.

During the last year at Dalton, he has spent days staring at him and the boy hasn't even noticed, not once. It's extremely weird that right now he's leaning next to him, both pulled against the back of the sofa while Trent talks about strange uniform changes that will be ignored anyway (also, if it isn't Kurt Hummel proposing fashion, could it ever be considered?).

He's not used to it.

Hunter is usually so solitary; he spends his days with his stupid cat and doesn't even look at others. At the beginning, Kurt things he has leant there casually but, even though he is still turned away, he can perfectly feel Clarington's eyes on his face.

He bits his lower lip, trying to focus on Trent, but it's so freaking hard when he can physically feel the pressure of these eyes on him. He's making him blush and it's a problem.

He has liked Clarington since a while, but he has no idea how to explain himself why: Hunter never talks to him and sometimes – Kurt is sure – he also stares at him with arrogance in his eyes; seriously, what could Kurt ever find interesting in such an evil bitch? He's the opposite of his ideal of boyfriend.

When hand rests on his own, making him startle, he can't keep his curiosity down anymore.

His blue eyes meet the other's and he swallow when he realizes Hunter has really been staring at him.

How does one even breathe?

Hunter is looking at him with a smirk on his face and Kurt is swallowing again. He doesn't even have a fucking control over his own body anymore, that's creepy.

"Uhm …" He murmurs but can't continue. His voice cracks in his throat and he blushes even more, dark read along his cheekbones, when he realizes he can't speak.

His face is on fire when Hunter laughs a little and God, Kurt can swear he has never heard him laughing before. His laugh is enchanting, charming, low and a little maniacal, just like each and every single thing he does.

What's so attractive about a guy like that, seriously?

"You're pretty?"

Kurt lifts his eyebrows and his eyelids go wide, while he shakes his head frantically, as if he doesn't believe what he's hearing.

"What?" He asks instinctively, low voice because he really doesn't want to be heard by any of the Warblers. He can't explain the things to himself, how could he ever explain it to them?

Maybe it's just a weird dream.

He remembers it has already happen when he had that stupid crush on Finn.

"You're pretty." Hunter repeats and shrugs a little, as if he hasn't said anything.

Kurt is secretly cursing him right now.

"I'm … pr-pretty?" He asks and, before he realizes, he's smiling. He pastes his lips together and brings a hand to his own mouth, closed in a fist, his index brushing his nose and lips.

"Especially like this." Hunter shifts a little against to sofa to get closer. "I bet I know a way to make you look even cuter."

At the low evil voice, Kurt's smile drops. He tightens his eyes and looks at Hunter suspiciously, hands on his waist as if he wants to scold him.

"Oh God, not again." He whispers and Hunter looks like he knows he's a little guilty. Maybe. Maybe it's just Kurt's imagination. "I can't believe it. Is this just a stupid way to convice me on that stupid thing?" He asks, unbelievably. "I won't go on steroids for Regionals, I've already told you."

Hunter sighs then and looks away from him, nervously playing with his fingers on his crotch.

Kurt sighs too at the thought he was a weak victim of the sick illusion he might have noticed him.

What Kurt doesn't know is that Hunter is cursing himself into his mind. He would have wanted the courage to tell Kurt that the two words had nothing to do with Regionals.