The Awkward Encounters of New Directions and Blaine
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A series of one shots: Chapter one: Mystery Guy
New Directions were fighting. Again.
"I just think that for the good of the team it should be me to sing the solo this time," Rachel huffed, clearly annoyed with her teammate for doubting her superior skill.
"Right," Quinn sighed, "Just like every other solo you get here," she said sarcastically.
Rachel, clearly not getting the sarcasm, threw her hands up. "Exactly!"
"Oh hell to the no Mr. Shue," Mercedes said. "I've been fighting for solo's since the beginning. It's about time I got one!"
The whole club was shouting, Santana screaming at Artie, Puck shoving Finn, everyone had something to scream at somebody.
Except for Kurt, who was currently in the corner typing madly away on his phone, a smile on his face, not even aware of the fact that he was about ten second away from mass homicide in the choir room. Suddenly he giggled, and the whole room went quiet.
They all turned to stare at him, perplexed. "Um, boo," Mercedes called. "Uh, Kurt?"
His head jerked up. "Huh?"
"That's the sixth time he's done that!" Santana stated. "First it was at lunch then in the hallway then during math!"
Mr. Shue, glad for the sudden break from fighting stood up. "Ok, now that we've got that out of the way…"
"I still haven't gotten my solo!" Rachel whined.
"Good!" the rest of the room shouted. Except for Kurt. Who was once again typing away on his phone.
"Whose Hummel even texting anyway?" Puck asked the room at large.
"Kurt?" Mr. Shue asked. "Who are you texting?"
It didn't really make sense. Everyone he would normally text was currently in the room, and none of them had their phones out.
Kurt bushed from the roots of his hair down to his toes. "Nobody."
"So I'm nobody now?" Came a voice.
The club turned to look at the door of the choir room where a boy stood, casually leaning against the doorway, smirking. Her hair was messed up perfectly, and by the way he dressed he was clearly loaded.
Kurt's face lit up. "Blaine!"
"Damn he's hot," Quinn whispered to Brittany. Santana pushed out her chest and threw Blaine her winning smile. And by winning, she meant her, I'm easy please screw me smile.
"Hey sexy," she purred. "You, me, breadsticks. Pick me up at seven."
Blaine laughed. "Sorry miss, but I've already got plans. Besides, you are definitely not my type, no offense."
Santana's jaw dropped. No one ever turned her down.
"Are you sure?" she asked, clearly annoyed with being turned down. "I can be anything you want, and not a lot of girls can say that."
"I'm sure," Blaine smiled, before glancing over at Kurt. "You ready?"
"Yup," Kurt said, throwing his things into his bag.
"Wait," Mercedes said, slowly putting the pieces together, smiling at Kurt. "How do you two know each other?"
"Um," Kurt stuttered, flushing again. "See, when Puck told me to go spy on the Warblers…"
"SPY!" Rachel screamed, jumping up and pointing to Blaine. "You're here to spy on us!"
"No," Blaine said, chuckling. "I'm just here for Kurt."
Quinn's eyes popped open. "Oh," she breathed, finally getting it.
"We didn't think you'd actually spy," Finn scoffed, looking at Kurt.
"Mr. Shue!" Rachel yelled. "He's another Jessie! He's-"
"Not here for that Rachel," Kurt sighed, walking over to Blaine. "The Warblers were actually very nice about my spying."
"He was absolutely adorable," Blaine laughed. "The whole group thought he was endearing," he smirked at Kurt, who blushed again.
Mr. Shue's eyebrows flew up to his hairline. Now he got it.
"They were very sweet about it," Kurt said. "They even bought me coffee afterwards."
"I can't believe you thought we were going to beat you up!" Blaine scoffed. "How you could even think that…I mean look at you! You're an angel!"
Tina's jaw fell open. Ok, she didn't see this coming.
"Wouldn't you rather hang out with me rather than Hummel?" Santana offered again. "I'm sure I can get you exactly what you need…" she trailed off suggestively.
"Nope," Blaine smiled. "Thanks but no thanks."
"This is uncalled for!" Rachel huffed. "He's clearly here for spying!"
"Hey!" Blaine snapped, "You sent Kurt to spy on us while we were rehearsing. You guys aren't even doing anything so I think it's alright for me to be here." He turned to Kurt. "Wes says the offer still stands Kurt."
Kurt sighed. "I said I'll think about it."
"Think about what!" Rachel said. "Passing on information to the enemy?"
Kurt smiled sheepishly. "No…" he trailed off, looking at Blaine.
"The warblers love Kurt," Blaine stated. "We're an accapella group and to have a countertenor would be a really big deal. Our music director offered Kurt a scholarship for Dalton if he wants it. You guys are really lucky to have him," he turned to Kurt, "Wes and David won't shut up about you."
Kurt giggled. "Neither do you if what Wes says it true."
Blaine blushed. "Well can you really blame me?"
"I still stay he's here to spy," Rachel grumbled, crossing her arms.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Blaine is not here to spy," he said. "He's here for other things," he smirked.
"Yup," Blaine smiled, wrapping an arm around Kurt's waist. "Things I can't get Dalton," he said, placing a tender kiss at the back of Kurt's ear, causing him to giggle.
The whole club's mouths fell open, staring in shock as Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist from behind and placing another open mouthed kiss on his neck. "Ready to go love? Reservations are at five."
"Ready," Kurt smiled, still giggling at his club's faces. Blaine turned to Santana, smirking. "As you can see miss, you definitely aren't my type." Kurt snorted. Blaine grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the room, looking too happy for words.
"I don't believe it," Puck said. "GET SOME HUMMEL!" he called at them.
"He deserves it," Mercedes grinned, while Tina nodded.
"I guys he isn't a spy," Rachel admitted.
The rest of the club nodded, now that the initial shock was over.
"I don't understand," Santana mumbled. How did Hummel find the hottest man out there for a boyfriend?
Brittany smiled, patting her shoulder gently. "I think Blaine meant his types have a penis."