A/N: Hi! So this one's a little... odd, I guess, but I think it works. I may not have portrayed it very well, though, so I'm sorry if it's not that accurate. (I'm pretty sure it's not). I don't own Glee.
The Way I Do
Kurt sat at his desk, frustrated with himself. He was in tenth grade. He /should/ be able to read this.
His tutor was a year older, and he had curly black hair and beautiful golden-green eyes. In short, he was adorable.
Sometimes he told Kurt he was cute, too, but Kurt never believed him.
How could anyone think he was cute?
How could anyone love him?
He wasn't sure he was even able to love, he's been stuck in his own head his entire life. The head trauma he'd had right after he was born left him practically useless, or so he thought.
He had trouble learning, he had trouble in social situations, he had trouble with pretty much everything.
Blaine was nice, though. Sometimes he'd sing to him. Sometimes they were little kid songs, sometimes sad songs.
Sometimes love songs.
Kurt didn't think he meant anything, though. Blaine was so smart, and talented. Kurt was stupid and useless.
One day, though, Kurt changed his mind. After school, he saw Blaine standing at the front steps. He called Kurt over.
"Hi, Kurt. Um. I really like you. I don't know if you're, um, if you're... if you like me, too, but, uh, would you like to, uh, go out, maybe? Like, to Breadstix?"
Kurt smiled. Blaine really understood him- better than anyone else, at least. He got that he wasn't completely stupid, and that he understood his surroundings. He nodded.
A/N: So, yeah, that's that. Again, it's probably not portrayed accurately.