Blaine was sure nobody else had ever felt like this. Ever. But, then again, he was sure that nothing as beautiful as the face of the boy who had just walked into class had every existed. Every hair was perfect, every curve was immaculate, and his eyes. Oh those eyes. Blaine was melting. The whole world was gently falling away and it was this boy's fault.
Blaine's thoughts were interrupted.
"Welcome to class. You must be Kurt Hummel. Everyone, this is Kurt. It's his first day at Dalton."
The class echoed back a "Hi Kurt" and then went back to talking.
"Blaine. Blaine. Dude, earth to Blaine."
"What?"
"We're going to the movies tonight, with Jenna and Ashley. Want us to see if Sarah could come?"
"Oh, no thanks, I've got homework."
This was the trouble with being a seventeen-year-old boy. Well, there were many troubles, such as acne, clumsiness, and oh yeah, that thing that was about ready to burst out of his pants right now. Again, all the fault of this new boy; this, this angel. Kurt Hummel was beautiful, and so was his ass. Blaine caught a wonderful look as Kurt sat in the desk in front of him. Blaine tapped the new boy on the shoulder, and he turned around slowly.
"Hi, I'm Blaine. Do you want to hang out later? Get some coffee or something?"
"Wait, is your name Blaine Anderson?"
"Yes…."
"I'm your new roommate."
Oh god. What was Blaine going to do? For the next two years of high school, he would be watching this boy undress every night. With that perfect body, even Blaine wouldn't be able to keep his erection down. And shit, Blaine hadn't even considered that Kurt was probably straight. More than likely, he was straight.
"Great! Then I guess I'll just show you where our room is after class."
Our room. Our bed. Our apartment. Our wedding. Our house. Our backyard. Our dog. Our beautiful children.
Fuck. Blaine was already madly in love with this boy.
