A/N: Hey everyone! This is my first Glee anything ever! I just finished watching all three season in two week. Let's call it mere obsession. Any who I am kinda sorta in love with Blaine/Kurt/Rachel and so this was born.
For warning this is very AU. Let me know what you think. I love feed back of all kinds! Also, I apologize for any spelling or grammatical mistakes. I'm unfortunately only human. Enjoy!
Chapter One 'Love at First Sight'
It was love at first sight-For me. From the very first moment he sat beside me in Music Theory 101.
-The way he smelled-like peppermint. Which, soon after, became my favorite scent.
-The way he introduced himself: "The names Anderson. Blaine Anderson."
-The smile he gave me after I gave him a very pained expression.
-The way he said my name. "Well Kurt Hummel, nice to meet you."
In my mind it all added up to love. Nicely-neatly-with no rounding up or down. Okay, I admit-to admit love after just five minutes is a bit over the top. Call me a hopeless romantic. It's not like I said it out loud. I swear.
"Excuse me?"
"-I would love you to change seats with me-I like being by the window." I thought it was a smooth cover up.
"..."
"I like to be able to catch the last few hints of summer and then be the first to taste the bitterness of fall."
Sometimes-most of the time-things sound way better in my head. Thankfully all Blaine said was:
"Bitter? Sheesh, what does a season have to do to you to receive such a word"
I haven't decided if I'm thankful the Professor began to speak then. That can be decided on a later date.
We had been in the same class together-sitting side by side- for a month before I got the nerve to invite him out for coffee.
Afterwords he said: "Well it took you long enough."
"For?"
"This coffee. We've been passing notes in class all month." He made it sound so cute and juvenile.
We mainly wrote about what we thought of the other students and the difference between the Bitterness of Fall and Coffee with no crème.
"And here I thought we've been friends since day one."
That is when I began to get my hopes up; and when we began to go out every Wednesday and Friday after class (we also learned we were in the same acting class.) Sometimes for coffee, sometimes for a four o'clock snack, and other times a walk in Central park.
Though a lot of times it felt as if I was dragging him there. To the park. He said on one occasion:
"Why are we walking in the park? Parks are for old people, kids, and dogs. And seeing as how we don't have any of those with us..."
Yet, he continued to go with me. And I continued to fall right into those dark sparkling jewels he had for eyes.
In those day I used to wonder what he thought of our times together. I tried not to show that my Wednesday and Friday existence relied on him being there. I think I did a good job of faking a nonchalant attitude whenever he entered the classroom. This time I'm serious.
And whenever he got super excited or super serious and grabbed me by the shoulder, I learned to suppress every thought that came into my mind. Like how close his hands were to my heart or how easily I could just reach forward and kiss him.
I knew all those thoughts were absurd because we barely knew each other, but some how they were always there just lurking right beneath the surface.
So finally one day in late October on one of our 'coffee outings' he called them, (we sat out side the shoppe because Blaine wanted to) I decided I had to know more about him.
"Twenty questions? Really Kurt? How about ten. That seems more realistic."
"Fine, ten. Each."
"And why, may I ask, are we playing a game I haven't played since middle school?"
"For reasons just like that! How was I supposed to know you've been long over due for some twenty questions?"
"Ten. You're beginning to sound like a creeper Kurt, but I'll let it slide because there are some questions I have been wanting to ask you, and you're cute. So let's say we are equal creeps."
I was surprised words were able to come out of my mouth after the 'cute' comment.
"Okay, me first-"
"No fair."
"My question is: Have you always lived in New York?"
"Born and Raised. Where are you going to be on Sunday?"
"What?"
"No, '"what's"' , that's my question you have to answer."
It was a cold day-thankfully my usually pale skin was already pink for the wind.
"Sunday. Halloween? In my dorm. Why?"
"Is that your next question?"
"What? No! I mean... augh, never mind. Have you always wanted to be on Broadway?"
"No. There was a time I thought of getting my bachelors in Marine Biology, but then I turned five.
You?"
"Yes. Ever since I was a fetus. My father says I kicked my mother so much I had to have been dancing, and when I was born he said the cry I gave was in harmony with the baby next door."
There was a brief moment of silence as we just sat there, Blaine has a soft smile on his face and I was so mesmerized by it I almost forgot it was my turn.
"Oh, um... Why do you wear bow ties?"
"Bow ties are cool. Would you go trick or treating if someone asked you?"
"I'm nineteen."
"Not an answer."
"Then maybe, I guess. Do you have any siblings?"
"An older brother sent from heaven above. Would you go trick or treating with me on Sunday?"
This question made my heart pick up pace and it was hard to form words.
"Me? With you? On Sunday?" I finally managed to spit out.
"Um... that is what I said, right?"
"Uh, yes..."
"Yes you'll come or yes I'm right?"
"Both."
"Good answer, and Great! Because apparently I talk about you '"nonstop"' and Rachel wants to meet you."
"Rachel?"
"My girlfriend."
And so as I said, it was love at first sight. For me.