Blaine Devon Anderson was a McKinley High no body. He had the few friends he made in glee club at the start of the year and that was it. Not many people wanted to befriend a singing and dancing homosexual who lathered gel onto his usually wild curls by the bucket load. He was at the bottom of the food chain.

He didn't really like many people at his school so the fact no body wanted to be his friend didn't really bother him, he just shook it off like it was nothing. He was used to it. He was reluctant to even speak to anybody at that school, even in glee club. He didn't really consider Rachel i'm so much better than every body else Berry and Tina Cohen-Chang friends. They were the closest thing he had to them but apart from that there was no one. Sure he'd partner up for whatever ridiculous assignment Mr Schue forced upon them, he wouldn't refuse to work with the other members of the glee club, he just never really felt as though he fit in. Even at Finn and Kurt's party a few months ago, everyone was drinking having a good time except for Blaine. He just sat by the piano and watched, taking in all the stumbling buffoons and drunken dance moves.

Despite the glee club's best efforts, Blaine didn't want to get to know any of them. Well except for one, Kurt Hummel. He was Finn's step brother. He was, in a word, gorgeous. He was the apple of Blaine's eye. Every glee club he would occupy one of the two remaining seats awaiting Kurt's arrival just so he could be near him. They didn't have to talk, not yet any way. Just sitting next to him, their thighs brushing occasionally, Blaine sneaking peeks out of the corner of his eye whenever he thought Kurt wasn't looking. That was all he needed. That was the highlight of his day.

It sounds stupid considering they've never spoken a word to each other, but Blaine had a crush. A massive, gigantic crush on the tall, skinny brown haired boy that sat two rows ahead of him in English. With the boy who spent his free periods sipping coffee from the Lima Bean and perfecting his glorious mane in his locker mirror. The boy who wasn't afraid to wear flamboyant outfits and to stand up to Karofsky, the school bully. He was handsome and courageous, what a deadly combination.

It didn't seem real that friday when Kurt turned around in glee club and asked to speak to him afterwards in private. Blaine's mind was rolling through all the possible reasons why Kurt, gorgeous, perfect, sweet, sexy, Kurt Hummel was speaking to him.

Reason one: he wants to know if his hair looks okay?

Reason two: he wants some help in English, maybe he needs a tutor?

Reason three: he needs help preparing a dance number and none of the other guys will dance with him?

Reason four: he wants to pair up for Mr Schue's assignment this week?

Reason five: he wants to know why i have a picture of him hung up in my locker (which no one is supposed to know about)?

Reason six: he wants to know why i always stare at him with bedroom eyes?

Reason seven: he caught me sneaking a cheeky peek in the locker room after pe?

Reason eight: he found out it was me who accidentally bumped into him in the crowded hallway and accidentally copped a feel of that perfeclty perky ass?

Reason nine: he knows i like him?

Reason ten: he's totally in love with me and wants to have my babies?

As much as he hoped and prayed for it to be the last one, there was doubt in his mind. It seems a bit of a stretch to believe that Kurt, the boy who has sat next to him in glee club since the start of the year and not even batted an eye lid at him, is secretly in love with him and can bear it no longer. That he has to tell Blaine.

Blaine's mind couldn't help but wonder what would happen if Kurt was in love with him and he was about to declare that to him in thirty minutes time. Would he pin him up against the cold lockers and shove his tongue down Blaine's awaiting throat. Or would he drag him into the bathroom and do unspeakable things to him?

This train of thought was not helping Blaine at all. He had thirty minutes left of glee club. Now was not the time for Blaine Jr. to get excited, shall we say, imagining Kurt's mouth caressing his own. The mere thought of it, of Kurt's luscious lips lingering over Blaine's. The thought of the other boy touching him in places he'd only dreamed of being touched. That was enough to send him over the edge and to send every ounce of blood rushing south. He could feel his growing erection being pressed against the zipper of his red jeans. The throbbing coming more rapidly with every thought of Kurt's body on his. He could not take this much longer, chancing a glance at the silent boy to his left. That only made the situation worse. All Blaine could think about was Kurt in those skin tight black jeans and that white shirt that clung to his every muscle. That boy really wasn't leaving much to the imagination, unfortunately for Blaine. He had to do something or he feared the worst might happen. He was not going to come in his pants during glee club. Things like that should not even be possible.

'Um, Mr Schue..' Blaine almost whispered with cherry red cheeks as he slowly raised his right hand, the other busy trying to hide his very noticeable privates.

'Yes Blaine?' the curly haired teacher asked from the front of the choir room.

All eyes were on Blaine now. What could be so urgent that the boy would interrupt Mr Schue's big talk on how disco is 'making a comeback' and that the New Directions should familiarise themselves with the likes of Saturday Night Fever and How Deep Is Your Love just in case the judges at sectionals decide to spring a vintage theme on them again.

'Can i excuse myself to the bathroom?' The boy replied, face gushing a deeper shade of red.

'Of course Blaine, you don't have to ask.' The teacher smiled, gesturing towards the door with his green eyes.

The boy leapt out of his seat and was reaching for the door handle when he heard Kurt ask to be excused as well.

Kurt walked into the hallway after Blaine, grabbing him by the wrist and turning him around so that they were facing each other.

'Blaine, can i talk to you for a minute' the boy asked with pleading eyes.

'I thought you wanted to talk after school?' he questioned, still confused as to why such a perfect human being was talking to him.

'Yeah, well, i, there would be too many people around. I just wanted to talk to you in private and thought now was as good a time as any.' Kurt spoke, his hand still clasping Blaine's almost shaking wrists. He was still half hard and looking into Kurt's needy eyes was not helping his situation..

'Okay, yeah sure whatever you want' Blaine spoke quickly hoping that this conversation would soon be over so that Kurt didn't have an opportunity to notice the growing bulge in Blaine's red trousers. This wasn't exactly how he'd envisioned his first proper encounter with Kurt. It was supposed to be romantic. He would sweep Kurt up, off his feet after Karofsky tried to slam him into his locker and Kurt would be so overwhelmed with gratitude he'd wrap those slim, muscular arms around Blaine's neck and pull him in to a gentle kiss. It was not supposed to be an awkward conversation during glee club while Blaine was half turned on by the mere thought of kissing Kurt.

Kurt locked his gaze on Blaine, eyes focused on the hazel green one's before him and spoke 'will you be my boyfriend?'