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Chapter 1: Something

Something in the way she moves
Attracts me like no other lover
Something in the way she woos me
I don't wanna leave her now
You know I believe and how

Somewhere in her smile she knows
That I don't need no other lover
Something in her style that shows me
I don't wanna leave her now
You know I believe and how

You're asking me where my love grows
I don't know, I don't know
You stick around and it may show
I don't know, I don't know

Something in the way she knows
And all I have to do is think of her
Something in the things she shows me

I don't wanna leave her now
You know I believe and how

There was something about him, Kurt knew, that turned heads. He had an uncontainable charisma, a smile that exuded confidence, and a voice that made people melt. And Kurt was not immune to his charm. Blaine Anderson was, to put it simply, a magnet, and Kurt was attracted to him. Boy, was he attracted.

But it seemed inevitable that every guy Kurt liked would turn out to be unreversably straight, or completely uninterested. Blaine - sweet, adorable Blaine - fell into the second category. He was gay, and proud of it, but he seemed to think of Kurt as nothing more than a friend, and if anything was more frustrating, Kurt hadn't discovered it.

'Hey, Kurt,' that voice rang out, and Kurt turned to see the older boy walking up to him, bag slung haphazardly across his shoulder, and lopsided smile pride of place. Kurt could feel his insides melt as Blaine laid a hand on his arm, turning him around so they could walk side by side up the corridor.

'I need to talk to you later, 'kay?' Blaine asked, and Kurt nodded in agreement, unable to even form the question as to the nature of their discussion. Blaine's face was alive with excitement but his hand was now at his side, and Kurt could breathe normally.

'What's it about?'

A smile crossed the dark haired boy's face, and he smirked, turning away from Kurt to enter his own classroom. 'You'll see later.'

Kurt hated cryptic questions, and even more, when they came from Blaine's lips. There was something in his way of saying things that made you feel as if he knew every secret in the world, and you just had to know them too.

Chewing on his lip absently, mind deep in thought, Kurt pushed open the door to the junior commons. The room looked almost absent - something hardly expected for the middle of the day in a boarding school - but he could see the boy perched on the edge of the coffee table, watching him.

'Did you clear everyone out of here just so we could talk?' he managed to blurt out before a blush crept over his cheeks and any chance of talking normally was destroyed.

Blaine only shrugged in response and motioned for him to sit down beside him. Kurt complied without argument. He didn't think he had it in him to argue with Blaine.

'Kurt,' the older boy said, voice alive with excitement. 'I need you help.'

Kurt couldn't imagine a thing Blaine would need his help for. Blaine was perfect. Blaine knew all the answers. He knew how to make things better, he knew how to make people fall in love with him.

'I know the Gap Attack went badly... and I want to find a way to improve.'

'Improve?' Kurt's voice caught in his throat as he spoke, and he had the distinct feeling that Blaine had heard it.

'Haven't you noticed yet? Me and romance are so not best buddies.' A grin spread across Blaine's face as he watched Kurt, hoping for a positive reaction. 'I need help. I need your help.'

The younger boy agreed with no hesitation, even though every part of him was screaming at him that it would only end awkwardly, or he'd make a fool of himself... again. 'What do you want me to do?'

It was a stormy day when Blaine pulled up in front of Kurt's house, arms hugged around himself as he rang the doorbell. Clouds filled the sky, threatening to spill over onto the Ohio soil, but Blaine was oblivious to all but the door in front of him and the prospects for the evening. A smile graced his lips, and he couldn't stop it from appearing any more than he could remove it. He wanted to be here.

Blaine enjoyed spending time with Kurt. He was his best friend, and even though it was expected that Blaine was the mentor and the 'leader' of the pair, he had a sneaking suspicion that Kurt was a lot stronger than he let on. He could always force a smile, even when everything was going badly, and he was perfectly confident in who he was.

Blaine could remember when he was first learning about his sexuality. His unwillingness to share and accept himself resulted in a lot of pain and discomfort for a lot of people, and when he could finally accept himself, it was hard to make friends who would accept him. Guys would shy away from him, and girls didn't know how to act. He didn't look that much like your stereotypical gay, and it was hard for Blaine to hang around girls when they were forever wondering if he really was batting for their team or if they could snatch him somehow.

He thought it was great that Kurt had so many friends that respected and stood by him. Who cared really, if there were the jerks - there was always the jerks - but if you have people standing up for you, you can get by.

'Hey,' a voice said, and Blaine raised his head to catch Kurt's eye, grinning even more broadly than before.

'Hey, I'm here for my lesson.'

'I can see that.' The younger boy shot Blaine a smile, and led him into the house, holding out a hand to guide him up the stairs to his room. Blaine's eyes traversed the house. He could see the personal flourishes, the little ways in which each member of Kurt's family put their stain on the home. Finn's football jersey was slung over the back of a chair, Carole's living magazines littered the coffee table, and photos of the family - both as children with Kurt's mom and Finn's dad, and later: together - lined the edges of the room. The connection between the four of them made Blaine smile. He wished he had that kind of relationship with his family.

'So why are you wanting this "lesson" anyway?' Kurt asked him as they took the steps two at a time up to Kurt's room. His gaze was strictly averted from Blaine's and he quickly shepherded him into his room, motioning for him to sit down on the bed while he rummaged through his dresser, putting away some things and drawing out others. He kept his head down and didn't look in the mirror, and Blaine resisted the urge to mention it.

'I already told you this,' he replied instead. 'My ability to be romantic is horribly non-existent and I need to improve before the next opportunity arises to embarrass myself.'

Kurt shrugged finally meeting his eye in the mirror. 'I've already told you that if you had have been singing that song to me, I would have been over the moon. Romance is not your downfall.'

'But I was over the top. Clearly. Jeremiah got fired because of me.'

Another shrug from Kurt, awkward and pained. 'Sometimes - and I will stress, sometimes - being over the top is great. You just have to know when it's better to be simple.'

Blaine almost laughed. 'Me and simple do not go hand in hand.' He moved a little against the bed, repositioning himself, and ran a hand through his hair, which he'd left ungelled this morning. It curled naturally against his fingers, and stuck up all over the place with a life of its own. 'And this is why I need your help, Kurt.'

'Not a special occasion?' the younger boy asked, and that's when Blaine realised what all this tension was about. It was the same kind of tension before the Gap Attack fiasco, that awkward moment when you realise that your love is unrequited, but he's still your best friend.

Sometimes, Blaine felt so sorry for Kurt, that he didn't see him in the same way. Kurt was a great friend, but Blaine never considered him as a real boy that he was interested in. And poor Kurt had been head over heels for him from the very start. No wonder every mention of romance was painful to him now.

Too late to back out now, Blaine thought to himself, and shot Kurt a comforting grin. 'No special occasion. Just preparation for the future.'

Kurt relaxed, shoulders sagging under the sudden release of tension. Blaine stood up, stepping towards him and he placed his hands on Kurt's shoulders, rubbing gently. 'I'm sorry if this is hard for you,' he murmured.

'It- it's not an issue,' the pale boy returned.

'It is, but I hope you don't think bad of me when I say this isn't meant as flirting. If it seems that way, it's purely accidental.'

Kurt nodded and forced a smile. 'I already knew that.' But the expression on his face was tinged with sadness.

'What is it?'

Kurt almost laughed. 'You think you're bad at romance, but if you just looked at yourself in a mirror, you'd realise how romantic you actually are.'

And with that, he stepped away towards his bookshelf from which he drew of a collection of DVD's, throwing them on the bed. 'Your education starts here, Blaine Anderson.'

Blaine may not consider himself a romantic, but there was something about him that twisted Kurt's stomach, and made his skin catch on fire. There was something in the way he walked, the way he talked, that oozed affection, and care, and everything anyone could ever want in a guy.

There was something about him.

Okay, so this is probably totally weird and bad, and it's not the normal thing I do. I'm usually a person that's not that into slash pairings, but I've learnt from watching Glee that it's not slash pairings I'm against, it's un-cannon pairings, or pairings that haven't already been hinted at in the show... And I really love the relationship between Blaine and Kurt. They're adorable together. And, I love it every time Chris Colfer sings a Beatles song, so that was my inspiration for writing this fiction. Thank you to the Beatles for their song 'Something' which inspired this chapter and if you haven't noticed, all future chapters will be based off different Beatles songs. Not drabble though. I hope this will become a proper story :).

Thank you so much for taking the time out to read this, and I hope you enjoyed it :D I've probably talked too much now! I'm going to go back to writing the next chapter!

Thanks again! Feel free to leave a review with opinions, songs you wanna hear, scenes you want to read, or anything of that kind! I will reply :D

xoxo Wynnie