Hello! First of all: I wanted to write some kind of skank!Kurt for a long time and this is kind of what came out of it. :)

Also, this is my first story in English (I´m from Austria), so if you find any spelling or grammar mistakes, please let me know so I can work on them. Reviews are always welcome and I would welcome if you are brutally honest.

Have fun!

*-*Junior Year, the day of regionals*-*

Kurt´s heart was thrumming with excitement and nervousness as he and the other New Direction members stood on that stage, bright lights shining down on them.

"Loser like me" and "Get it right" – both original songs, written by New Directions – might not have been his first choice for this competition but he had to admit that their performance had been awesome. Yes, this was their year. They crushed their competition, a group named Aural Intensity coached by none other than Sue Sylvester in an ill attempted try to ruin Glee club and the Warblers, an a cappella singing group from an all boys school called Dalton Academy. The later, Kurt had noticed during their performance of Pink´s "Raise your glass", had a very, very cute leading man. Small and overexcited but cute none the less and also freakishly good at singing. Kurt really had to hold himself back not to start squealing when he performed.

Still, New Direction´s had been great and the judges just HAD to see that and announce them to be the winners of regionals!

"And in third place we have… AURAL INTENSITY!"

Kurt could hear a collective groan at the announcement to his left. Ms. Sylvester looked furious and the members of Aural Intensity hung their heads, sad to have lost.

The thrumming of Kurt´s heart got more intense. They were seconds away from learning if they did it. If they had finally won and could go on to Nationals. They lost the year before against Vocal Adrenaline this year just had to better.

"And second place goes to… NEW DIRECTIONS! Which makes the WARBLERS win the first place!"

And there it was. Disappointment, shame and frustration, even anger. They didn´t win. Everyone was subdued and they looked at each other sadly. Mr. Shue went to get the trophy, shook hands with the cute leading man of the Warblers, congratulated them on their win and went back to his students. He said something along the lines of "Another year, another chance, right?", but nobody responded to his attempt to lighten the mood.

They shuffled off the stage silently and in no mood to celebrate second place. They went to the main holding area where Mr. Shue told them to wait, until they were ready to head back to school.

"This sucks.", muttered Puck but other than that everyone was still kind of shell shocked. They had been so sure that this time they had it in the bag. They had put so much effort into this performance and right now it felt like all of it had been for nothing.

Mr. Shue reemerged and ordered them to follow him to the bus. Everybody started moving but Kurt stayed behind a few feet. He wasn´t in the mood to talk right now, which he was sure his team mates would be starting to do soon. At least Rachel wouldn´t be able to go without talking for much longer.

A tap to Kurt´s shoulder made him stop and turn around only to look into the eyes of the cute lead singer of the Warblers. Up close he was even cuter. He had curly hair, even though he seemed to be determined to keep it plastered to his head with gel, and beautiful brown eyes and, oh, the broadest smile Kurt had ever seen.

"Hi!", he said and stretched his hand out towards Kurt. "That was a great performance you had back there."

Shocked and a little thrown off Kurt took the offered hand and shook it. "Th… Thank you. You weren´t so bad yourself. Hence the fact that you won.", he replied a little shyly, feeling the blush that was flushing his cheeks.

The gorgeous leading man scratched his head and smiled at Kurt in a way that made his stomach squirm but in a good way. "Yeah, I guess we were alright. I´m Blaine by the way. Blaine Anderson."

"I´m Kurt Hummel."

They smiled at each other until Kurt noticed that he was still holding Blaine´s hand. As if electrocuted he dropped it and looked away from Blaine towards the floor. In this moment it seemed a hell of a lot more interesting than Blaine eyes.

"Erm… I just really wanted you to know that… you were great and you deserved to win just as much as we did. And also…", if Kurt were looking up he would have been able to see how Blaine fidgeted and wrung his hands nervously. "…maybe… I wanted to…", he was stammering so he decided to just shut up. He had to do this right otherwise he would never hear the end of it. It was enough that Wes and David practically shoved him in Kurt´s direction because he would´ve never had the courage to do that without some push.

So he took one deep breath and said very loudly: "IwantedtoaskifIcouldhaveyournumber!"

It was unintelligible and Blaine wanted to strangle himself as soon as the words left his mouth but at least it made Kurt look up. "You… what was that?", he asked, staring at Blaine in a way that suggested that he would´ve never expected this turn of events. It also gave Blaine a chance to look into his eyes which where startlingly beautiful.

Ok, one more time, Blaine thought, taking another deep breath and trying to keep from blushing which was a useless effort because his face was already a dark shade of red.

"I wanted to ask you if I could have your number. I thought you might want to get coffee with me someday. Or just… talk?"

Kurt´s mind is kind of boggled. Was this really cute guy just asking him for his number? Was this real? There had to be a hidden camera somewhere!

"Really?"

"Yes, really."

"Why?"

"Because…. Well… You´re cute and I know you like music. And… alright so that might be a superficial reason but maybe, if you give me a chance, we will discover that we have a lot in common and that we like each other. There´s a possibility that could happen so… what do you say?"

A few seconds go by with Kurt just kind of staring at Blaine still wondering if all of this is actually happening to him. Things like that never happened to him. He never got hit on or got asked for his number. Sometimes he thought he was the only gay teenager in all of Ohio. Yet there Blaine was.

"Yeah… I would love to give you my number… if you promise to actually call."

"It would be crazy not to call you!"

"Alright, just let me get my phone."

No one asked Kurt why he was smiling so wide his cheeks started to hurt, everyone was too busy analyzing their loss. Or rather, Rachel was crying, Finn tried to comfort her and the rest of the New Directions started to slowly get out of their hazy state of mind and discussed what they should do the rest of the year and how they wanted to secure a win the following year.

Kurt didn´t care at that moment. He knew that glee club would bounce back. They always did. And anyway, it´s better to lose against the Warblers than Vocal Adrenaline. At least the Warblers had one very cute Blaine Anderson who asked for Kurt Hummel´s number. In Kurt´s book that meant improvement.