Kurt Hummel's life wasn't exactly what he hoped it would be. Well, to be quite fair, it was far from it.
His life sucked.
Well, at least he had glee club. And Mercedes. He still wasn't sure if he should consider Rachel a friend, since he still wanted to shove a sock down her throat every single time she opened her mouth to say something completely oblivious. Regionals was coming up too, which made her go even more obnoxious than she already was. Well, he had to admit, the complete horror in Finn's eyes every now and then, when she started one of her rants against some if not all of the glee club members (which usually consisted of bulging eyes, dramatic hand gestures, shrill voice peaks and insults which Kurt not even knew that they existed) was quite enjoyable.
But, other than that, nothing was really able to make Kurt Hummel smile. At least for now.
'next up, from Dalton Academy in Westerville, Ohio, The Dalton Academy Warblers!' a loud cheer soared across the auditorium. The New Directions had just performed. On stage now came walking a bunch of dapper looking boys, all dressed up in the same dark blue uniforms with red piping on the jackets, white blouses, black leather shoes and red-and-blue striped ties. Left on the jacket was the emblem of which Kurt figured belonged to Dalton Academy.
At that exact moment Kurt sat down and shifted his full focus to the stage. At first he thought their uniforms were classy but a bit boring. But then something caught his eye. It was their lead singer. The boy had full, thick black hair, carefully but classy gelled back on his head. His eyes were large and framed by a series of thick, long black lashes. A sparkling shade of golden brown made his eyes shine and they already spoke more than a thousand words. Kurt quickly found his jaw dropped at that very moment. He felt his blood creep up to his face when, just for a brief moment, the lead singer made eye contact. Kurt shivered thoroughly at this new, but definitely very nice sensation traveling through his stomach.
'cedes, look at their lead singer.' He whispered from the corner of his mouth. The subject of talk must've noticed him gossiping about him, because he threw a subtile smirk in his direction. Kurt's cheeks turned even a darker shade of red and he was too afraid to move.
'relax, Hummel,' said the voice of Noah Puckerman. 'you fancy the lead singer huh?'
Kurt threw him an annoying glance when the back up of this mysteriously attractive lead singer started chiming the accompaniment of a top-40 tune. Kurt rolled his eyes, couldn't they have done anything that at least fitted their suits a little?
But, despite that thought, he quickly found himself tapping along to the smooth sound of the songbirds on stage. 'the Warblers, huh,' he thought to himself. 'maybe I should pay them a visit sometimes to 'spy'.'
Their first and also not last number came to an end and the lead singer came to the front to introduce their group.
'my name is Blaine Anderson,' his voice slid through Kurt's eardrums like soft butter. 'and we're the Dalton Academy Warblers!'
A loud roar rose again in the auditorium and the lead singer, now having a name attached to him, flashed a proud and blinding smile, while his back up singers started a new number.
Kurt found himself enjoying this performance way too much to his own liking. But this wasn't going to stop here.
'Kurt, what are you thinking,' Rachel seemed to have switched seats with Mercedes, probably because she smelled non-existent fire in showchoir-land. 'you're way to fixated on that lead singer of theirs.'
'you can't tell me what to do,' Kurt hissed. 'sit down, Berry.'
'but they're our enemies, Kurt!' there they were again, the bulging eyes.
'ssssh, stop worrying so much and sit the hell down, I'm trying to listen.'
Rachel sat down indignantly, throwing her left leg over her right, crossing her arms vigorously. She remained in that position for the rest of the performances that night, with a magnificent scowl that only Rachel Berry could pull off. At least, for such a long lasting time.
When they had to get on stage with the last three show choirs that made it through the final selections, Kurt found his heart beating faster just at the thought of getting to stand close to Blaine Anderson. He wasn't so sure what to think of this weird feeling he got by thinking about a guy that only looked him in the eye for two times. Okay, maybe more because Kurt kept staring at him, but all that the Anderson-guy did was throw him these flashing, enchanting smiles. Instead of looking creeped out, which was usually the reaction when Kurt even only briefly stared at a boy. This was completely new to him.
He got on stage with the rest of the New Directions, his heart beating louder at the approaching of the host of the evening.
'and now, the result of this regional competition!' the host echoed in his microphone. 'in third place.. Oral Intensity!'
Kurt tugged his upper lip to the sound of the weird name of the show choir that placed third, but was quickly put back into reality by the host speaking again.
'and now, the moment you've all been waiting for..' the host paused. Terribly, terribly long. The auditorium went completely silent.
'in second place..' another pause. 'from Westerville, Ohio, the Warblers! Which means the New Directions win this regionals!'
An uprising roar filled Kurt's ears as his glee club took the trophy that resembled first place. Kurt couldn't retain himself from looking upon the lead warbler, but he was smiling as broad as he did through the whole evening. How much happiness and bliss could there possibly be in one guy?'
'kuuuuurt,' Mercedes chimed. 'what are you going to do with that dude you've been staring at all night? You can't just let him run now can you.'
'whould..what should I do then?' Kurt stumbled over his own tongue. 'I think you're forgetting I have zero experience in this. The only thing I ever accomplished is totally freaking my now stepbrother out.'
'awh, come on, forget about that,' Mercedes gently pushed against Kurt's shoulder. 'did you see the guy smiling at you? He wasn't creeped out by you now was he?'
Kurt nodded in agreement. He knew he couldn't take too long thinking about what he was going to do, so he made up the silliest plan ever. He pretended like he was going to walk up to one of the guest judges, making it seem like he was a fan of one of them. Only problem was, all the judges creeped him out, but that didn't matter now. The Warblers already started getting off stage and they were all over the place, ready to be bumped in to. And so Kurt completely went in the other direction, walking up against the stream of Warbler-suits, and "accidentally" bumped into Blaine Anderson.
'oh, I'm so sorry.' he apologized. His voice still sounded like soft butter.
'oh, it's okay. I watched you perform tonight, you guys were really good.'
'I know you saw us, you were kind of staring at me the whole time.'
'shit, did I freak him out anyway?' Kurt's face turned a bright scarlet and he just stood there, not knowing what to say. 'oh.. did I freak you out, because..'
'no, not at all, maybe that wasn't such a tactic thing of me to say.' Blaine spoke with soft tongue. He reached out to Kurt's hand and took it. 'I'm Blaine Anderson.'
'Kurt,' Kurt had to try his hardest not to stare at his hand in Blaine's. 'Kurt Hummel.'
'so.. Kurt, huh,' Blaine flashed a warm smile. 'would you like to go grab some coffee sometime after school? If you're not too busy for a guy like me.'
'no, never,' Kurt answered, already damning himself. 'I mean, like, I'd sure love to! With the no never I meant that I'm never too busy and.. damn I'm such a mess-up.'
Blaine laughed softly and his voice squeaked a little.
'here,' Blaine handed him a small piece of papier perfectly cut into a rectangle. 'this is my number. Text me?'
'I will.' Kurt was left behind in astonishment as only in that moment, Blaine let go of his hand.
'see!' Mercedes came walking up to Kurt, who still stood as still as a statue in the exact position as five minutes ago. 'that wen't well didn't it?'
