Blaine is late, again. He tried to get out of his last lesson as fast as he could, but still - his History teacher was so talkative. And it is merely inappropriate to leave class while the teacher is talking, isn't it? At least in his mind it sounded like a respectable reason to stay until the bell rung.
He doesn't really want to show up for the performance, he thinks and banns this thought right away, hurring down the stairs. He hopes his hairgel is strong enough not to let some of his puffy, wild hair stick out. He hates the gel sometimes, but it's useful fitting into the Warblers.
Gripping his schoolbag tighter, Blaine grins slightly. He really likes the Warblers, and he enjoys being in the show choir. They got his new home in the past year. It's his place to stay.
..in a show choir. He'd never expected that, though, truth be told. His former school didn't even have a show choir programme, and their school board didn't care enough for the Arts. It's different at Dalton.
"Excuse me", he's just jumped over the last two steps of the staircase and swears in his mind. He wouldn't do that out loud in public. He turns around - and his whole world stops.
The boy - no, he corrects himself, the young man, because this one is, despite the pale perfect skin and the high pitched voice, a man - is just.. wow. Blaine still tries to get his head around the unexpected sight. He's clearly a spy. But he's dressed up so badly Blaine just wants to hug him and offer him coffee.
"I'm new here", the spy (it's not even confirmed, Blaine tells himself, because in dubio pro reo, damn it) proclaims. And Blaine - somehow idiotic, dorky, stupid, and still late Blaine - finds himself holding out his hand, smiling as bright as he hasn't smiled since he got his first lead part with the Warblers. "I'm Blaine" - "Kurt"
Okay, now he could totally stay here in the staircase, while everyone - really, literally everyone - is hurrying to the senior commons to hear a highly inappropriate show choir performance of Katy Perry behind the headmaster's back. There's just one problem: he's the leadsinger.
But there's this merely beautiful boy, and Blaine can't help but take him with him. He doesn't want to leave him yet, somehow. Though he doesn't really know how. The only thing he knows it that he's late.
Capital-L-Late.
Gosh, the council will murder him if he's late again. Those guys might seem all nice and supporting, but their reign is hard. Especially when it comes to manners. Blaine is so screwed. What should he do now?
"Come on, I know a shortcut!", he smiles convincing, and the boy grabs his hand withot hesitation. He can think about it later, the short cut was no lie. And he's really needing to hurry right now if he wants to be in time for the performance.
They make it in time, somehow. Though Wes sends him glares at the beginning of the performance, and that means: yes, I know you are late, and it will have consequences. He just smiles, because he knows it was inevitable, and launches into song. Teenage Dream, after seeing this merely handsome boy on the staircase, isn't that inappropriate after all. Especially since he gets to stare at him during the whole performance.