Chapter One: Kurt.

When I met Blaine at Dalton Academy, I didn't go there just to scope up some hot, dapper (gay was optional) young man I get to fall in love with. I was there spying for my glee club, the New Directions for our sectional competition. I ran down the stairs, as several students were, too, headed all in the same direction.

I was definitely confused. I mean, I was in a school that looked like freaking gay Hogwarts (far better than my other school, McKinley High), there were gorgeous men everywhere I looked and there were guys my age, who were clad in blazers and satchels. And strange thing was, no one was beating me up yet. Well, there were no dumpsters within radius, there were no lockers around and I'm pretty sure a school like Dalton didn't have a slushee machine, as they were far more superior than that.

I called at one dark-haired young man and he turned to face me. He gazed at me at what seemed like forever (that's three seconds in Earth time) and I lifted my eyebrows gently, a little pleased with myself. I had fished out the biggest fish in the sea. Metaphorically speaking, of course, as Blaine wasn't exactly the tallest of lads. That being said, what he lacked in height, he benefited in several other areas. For example, his talent and charm (Blaine: Dapper approval. Although you DID misspell - Kurt: Blaine, keep it PG). Albeit, he did use way more product in his hair than me and my club director, Mr. Schue would ever use in a week but he was, in a few words, a god (Blaine: That's also what he calls me in bed. Kurt: No comment).

He intoduced himself as Blaine. Blaine, Blaine, Blaine. That kept swimming through my head the whole time. I barely stammered "Kurt,". I asked what was going on. He explained that the a capella group, the Warblers, "were having an impromptu performance in the senior commons". The whole school being shut down for two-three minutes of watching their glee club? See, that is the kind of attention New Directions deserves at McKinley. He told me he knew a shortcut. He took my hand and pulled me towards him. His palm warm, as we rifled through the crowded hall.

He found an empty hallway, true to his word. It seemed like everything was in slow motion. His hand was encasing mine, and I never wanted to let go (Blaine: And you never did. Kurt: Cheeseball. Big. Hairy. Cheeseball).

"I stick out like a sore thumb," I had observed., seeing various combinations of navy and maroon. "Next time, don't forget your jacket, new kid" he said, fixing the collar on my coat, then leaned in to say in a voice just above a whisper "You'll fit right in". Then his left eye twitched (I assumed it was a wink) and said "Now if you'll excuse me" as he removed his bag, approaching the group in across me.

He sang the solo for Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream" as several other Warblers swayed and harmonized behind him. It was as though, he was singing it to me. Or he could've been looking at the guy beside me, who was pumping his arms wildly and dancing like a lunatic and reeked of homosexuality and Old Spice (Blaine: I'm pretty sure I was looking at you the whole time I was singing about going all the way tonight).

So, after his performance, Blaine asked me if I wanted to get coffee in the lounge with two of his friends. He was paying, and of course, who was I to pass up free coffee? And as a token of my gratitude, I had revealed that I was spying. He laughed and made a joke about my 'uniform'. Then he asked me to find a table as he ordered from the barista that worked there (of course Dalton had a barista *eye roll*)

He came back, with two other, slightly older-looking boys with him. Which Blaine introduced them as Wes and David (Blaine: Little did we know they'd both be my best men, huh? Kurt: Damn you. You got Wevid, and I got Finn. Blaine: Wevid?). We chatted a bit, which led me to ask if everyone at Dalton was gay. They laughed politely and Blaine revealed that Wes and David had girlfriends, and that he, himself was gay (relationship status was unknown at the moment).

I couldn't believe my luck. This good-mannered, attractive, extremely talented, polished guy was playing for my team. I was in freaking gay heaven.

But when Blaine announced that Dalton had a zero-tolerance bullying policy, my mind diverted back to the hellhole that I called a school. And to the Neanderthal that made his life's purpose to ruin my life. He immediately caught the look on my face and asks Wes and David to leave the two of us alone to talk. Blaine then says "I take it that you're having trouble at your school".

It's the first time someone actually listens to me and cares about what I have to say.

He tells me about how he had run away from his old school because no one cared about the things he had to deal with. There was a glint of anger in his eyes that I had caught, which scared me a little, even if Blaine was just there, eyes averted, perfect posture and all.

He encouraged me to stand up to Karofsky, the aforementioned Neanderthal (Blaine: Who's totally great now. Kurt: Agreed) and so I did, which led to him kissing me forcefully. I pushed him away, which only resulted into him shoving me against the row of lockers.

And who the hell was I supposed to turn to when this happened?

Blaine, of course.

Also, the chapters are going to be alternatively written, so if Kurt writes this one, Blaine''ll write the next one.

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