Hi, this is my second fanfic ever, and my first one i've published. Constructive criticism welcomed, but try not to kill me too badly. I hope my OC is ok, character development isn't exactly my strong point... I will upload more chapters eventually- I have 2 more written and ideas for the next one. I might change the rating to M later If I decide to write in somthing fun.

Disclaimer: I do not own glee or it's characters. If I did it would be on every day and be all about Kurt. It would also have him making out with Blaine by now :)

It was the first week of school after winter break and Kurt, as he usually did whenever he escaped from the near-constant whirl of thoughts about Dalton and homework (the AMMOUNT they gave at this school) and the Warblers, was thinking about his crush.

Blaine.

Sadly, thinking about him often brought Kurt back to his less wanted contemplations, since thoughts of Blaine often coincided with thoughts of the school.

Blaine is top at everything, isn't he? He's set to be valedictorian, he's captain of the fencing team and the debate team, he's the fastest one on the swim team, he's the lead singer of the Warblers, and he's the best mentor (well, the only one, but still…) I've ever had! I'd bet he's even the "top" during….

Kurt blushed and chuckled at where his thoughts had headed with this last comment. He wished he had someone to share it with. God, he missed Mercedes. They were always together and could tell each other anything.

He didn't have anyone like that here. Wes and David, Blaine's friends, we extraordinarily nice and Kurt thought he would get along well with them in the future, but it wasn't the same. He needed some girl talk, no matter how gay that sounded.

And Blaine, though he was gay, wasn't exactly the 'girl talk' type, nor was the mentor EVER going to hear about the inappropriate thought Kurt just needed to share with someone.

Kurt was distracted from his reverie about being able to see Mercedes by a clear and beautiful tenor voice coming from an empty classroom.

Kurt was entranced by that spectacular tone, and how high it reached, all the way up to D5, close to his own upper range. Kurt thought it was an amazing voice. It had a great range and also a beautiful tone; extremely warm and dark and inviting.

Not that he could beat me, Kurt thought a little smugly- he had been carefully training and perfecting both his pitch and tone since an early age.

He walked towards the sound, and as he got closer he could hear piano music underneath the singing. He vaguely recognized to tune to one of the many classical pieces his mother had loved to play around the house before she died. The voice was not singing any particular words; it was simply following the melody.

Kurt looked in to discover the outline of a slight boy moving his fingers swiftly along the keys. They looked as though they were dancing, causing Kurt to begin breathing faster with excitement and amazement. He did not know when he had begun singing along to the long-forgotten tune. Suddenly, his voice swelled loud enough that the other boy could hear, and Kurt saw the outline jump and the music stopped.

"Sorry for disturbing you," he called out to the shadow, "It was just so beautiful I had to stop and listen, and without knowing, I…"

"It's quite alright," the shadow said with a whimsical, lilting voice with a slight yet very appealing British accent. It moved closer and Kurt began to make out the boy's features.

Kurt was instantly smitten.

No, he didn't fall in love at first sight with the boy. Slight wasn't his type anyway- he preferred people with slightly more muscle. It was more like a kid with a brand new toy that he wasn't going to share with ANYONE.

The boy was beautiful. All Kurt wanted to do at that moment was drag him to his closet full of now near-useless designer clothes and DRESS HIM UP.

He had natural honey-blonde hair with incredible highlights and lowlights, merry eyes with a deep blue tint, and a very slight healthy tan that made his skin look like it was smooth and silky and satiny and made him want to touch it and….

Whoa, Kurt. Cool it. Plenty of time to dress him up or ask him what he uses on his skin and where in the world he got his fantastic hair from. After you introduce yourself. If you randomly start TOUCHING him, he will think you are a creeper-pervert and avoid you will NEVER get to dress him up.

"Hi. My name is Kurt Hummel." He said with his best diva smile. He held out his hand to shake.

"I'm well aware… you ARE a part of the Warblers, and they are… how did Blaine describe it again? 'like rock stars.' My name is Lucian." The boy had a charming and mischievous smile that seemed to never leave his face.

Had Lucian been there? Surely Kurt would have noticed him. Then again maybe not… He had been thinking about 'putting his hands on Blaine in his skintight jeans' and had been distracted from noticing other people.

"I stay five doors down from you. I suppose we'll be seeing quite a lot of each other, being in the same grade and all. I didn't get back from the little skiing vacation my parents took me on until yesterday, so we haven't met before. Feel free to visit my room any time.

"Oh! And before you ask- yes, I am gay, too. And you seem to have a bit of a crush on your 'mentor,' I hear. Perhaps I can help?"

Kurt was distracted by thoughts of Blaine and puzzling over Lucian's uncanny knowledge both of the school happenings- even though he was away- and Kurt's own mind. He barely noticed the boy was walking away until he was almost at the end of the corridor.

"Oh crap! Lucian!" Kurt said to, almost to himself, and then yelled, "LUCE!"

Lucian turned around in surprise.

"Is… tonight after dinner ok?" Kurt asked tentatively with just a slight hint of desire in his voice. He would get to see Lucian's skin care regimen!

"Sure!" Lucian shouted back, "By the way… about the 'Luce' thing… I like it!"

He disappeared around the corner, leaving Kurt feeling as though he had just met someone very important. He had, though he would only find out later exactly how important Lucian was… to both him and Dalton.