Kurt looked up as Rachel sighed from the window seat where she was watching the street below. It was the fifth time that she'd sighed in the past minute. And now that he thought about it, about ten minutes earlier, there'd been another collection of sighs. Kurt thought he'd be able to handle it if it was only the sighs, despite the fact that he was trying to finish his design project at the dining table. But now she had her hand pressed flat against the window.
'Rachel,' he said tersely, but she just sighed in response. 'I cleaned the window yesterday. Get your grubby fingers off it.'
Rachel did so, but still didn't turn away from the window. Kurt, his curiosity peaked, got up to join her. 'What are you staring at?' He asked softly, as he came to a stop beside her.
'There's a new guy moving in,' Rachel told him dreamily, 'and he's to die for.' Kurt looked out to where her finger was now pointing. There was a guy pulling boxes out of the back of a car. He was wearing an old wifebeater, and Kurt couldn't help but admire the way that his muscles rippled.
'I think I'm in love,' he heard Rachel mutter.
He laughed at her ridiculousness. 'You don't even know him,' he told her, 'You don't even know what he looks like.'
'But he's so fit,' she responded. 'I have to meet him, Kurt. You have to help me.'
xxx
Kurt and Rachel were in the laundry room, putting on a load of washing. They always did a combined load, but neither of them trusted the other to do it on their own. Rachel didn't trust Kurt with her delicates, and Kurt didn't trust Rachel with, well, any of his clothes. As a result, they would always make the trip to the laundry room together.
As Kurt was starting the machine, he felt Rachel tightly grab onto his arm. As he sent her a death glare, she whispered in response, 'New guy.'
Kurt glanced over to the man who had just entered the laundry room. He was engrossed in a phone conversation, so Kurt took the opportunity to give him a once-over. There was no disputing it, this guy was cute.
Kurt glanced over to Rachel, giving her an approving nod. Rachel gave him a small smile in return, before turning her attention back to the new guy, clearly eavesdropping on his conversation. Kurt however, decided to tune the convo out; he didn't consider himself rude or a stalker.
Having gathered his washing from a nearby dryer, the other guy was quick to leave. After waiting for a full five seconds, Rachel began to squeal, jumping up and down with delight.
'He is perfect!' She declared. 'Did you see his eyes? And his lips? Oh gosh, he's just so cute. And his voice, it's like butter. And he's so sweet. He was talking to his mother, and he was just so sweet to her.'
Kurt just nodded in agreement as she talked, not really bothering to take in what she said. He knew that this would be an ongoing conversation, coming up in various different forms in the coming week. Even if he didn't listen, before long Rachel would ensure he knew everything there was to know about this new guy.
xxx
Two days later, Kurt and Rachel were sitting in their favourite coffee shop, at their regular table, sipping coffee. Kurt was discussing his final assignment for his design class when Rachel suddenly interrupted him.
'He's here!' She hissed. Kurt, who had his back to the rest of the shop, raised an eyebrow in question. 'New Guy. He's here.' Rachel explained.
'You've actually christened him New Guy?' Kurt asked, bemused.
Rachel scowled at him before continuing. 'He's got a guitar. He's setting up on the stage. Oh my gosh, he's gonna perform.' Rachel was almost squealing with excitement, so Kurt turned to look. 'Don't turn around. He might see us.' Rachel scolded him.
Kurt really wasn't sure how this made sense. But as a result he spent the next twenty minutes facing Rachel, who had a dreamy expression on her face, as he listened to what was possibly the most beautiful voice he'd heard in a long time. By the end, Kurt knew Rachel was absolutely smitten with New Guy, and yet, she absolutely refused to go talk to him.
xxx
Friday rolled around, and Rachel decided to drag Kurt out clubbing. Usually, Kurt wouldn't go, but he was finally finished his assignment. As it turned out, he was really enjoying himself. Sure, it would be better if she was a guy, but dancing with Rachel was actually fun.
Kurt bent forward to shout in her ear. 'Come on, I'll get us more drinks.' Rachel slipped her arm through his, following him over to the bar, when she stopped in her tracks. Kurt looked back, confused.
'You'll never guess who's here,' she called to him. Kurt raised his eyebrow, indicating for her to go on. 'It's New Guy.'
Kurt glanced in the direction that Rachel was subtly pointing. Sure enough, there was New Guy, perched at a table, sipping a drink and surveying the dance floor.
Kurt turned back to Rachel. 'You go,' she told him, ' I'm gonna stay here and dance.'
Uncertainly, Kurt left her, making his way over to the bar. As he waited for his turn to order, he watched Rachel carefully. She was a good dancer, there was no question about it, and there was no doubt that New Guy would find her dancing appealing. But as he watched her, he started to notice that she was drunker than he'd realised. It was almost a wonder that she could still stand. As Kurt thought this to himself, gradually moving towards the bartender, he heard a crash from the dance floor. He quickly turned, searching out Rachel. He wasn't surprised to find that Rachel was on the ground. As he tried to weave his way to her, he watched as New Guy crouched down next to her.
As he got in earshot, he heard New Guy ask her, 'Are you ok?'
He knelt down next to her, echoing the question, 'Rachel, are you ok?'
As Rachel locked on to Kurt, New Guy gently let go of her arm, wordlessly leaving them, and returning to his table.
Carefully, Kurt helped Rachel up. 'Come on, I think we should go home.'
'No!' Rachel insisted. 'I'm fine. I wanna dance. C'mon Kurt.'
Deciding that Rachel really was alright, Kurt decided that they could stay. Soon they were once again lost in the music, taking turns to grind against each other. Kurt was dancing as close to Rachel as he could, helping to keep her upright.
Several times, Kurt glanced over at New Guy. He was pretty sure that he hadn't really been watching Rachel before. But there was no doubt about it, he was definitely watching her now.
xxx
The next night, the two agreed to go to karaoke, Rachel promising that she'd stay sober. As they slid into their booth, Kurt wasn't at all surprised to see New Guy across the other side of the room. He nudged Rachel's arm, pointing him out. There was no point keeping this from her, she'd find out soon enough.
Rachel gripped Kurt's hands, excitement all over her face, and he knew she had a plan. 'Come on,' she told him. 'We're going to sing.'
They only had to wait about ten minutes before it was their turn. Rachel skipped onto the stage, Kurt following along behind her.
'My name's Rachel Berry,' she announced to the crowd, 'and my friend, Kurt, here is gonna help me sing a song.' She searched the crowd, making eye contact with someone. 'New Guy, this is for you.' With that, the two of them started to sing.
I threw a wish in the well,
Don't ask me, I'll never tell
I looked to you as it fell,
And now you're in my way
I'd trade my soul for a wish,
Pennies and dimes for a kiss
I wasn't looking for this,
But now you're in my way
Your stare was holdin',
Ripped jeans, skin was showin'
Hot night, wind was blowin'
Where do you think you're going, baby?
Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
It's hard to look right,
At you baby,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
And all the other boys,
Try to chase me,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
You took your time with the call,
I took no time with the fall
You gave me nothing at all,
But still, you're in my way
I beg, and borrow and steal
Have foresight and it's real
I didn't know I would feel it,
But it's in my way
Your stare was holdin',
Ripped jeans, skin was showin'
Hot night, wind was blowin'
Where you think you're going, baby?
Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
It's hard to look right,
At you baby,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
And all the other boys,
Try to chase me,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
Before you came into my life
I missed you so bad
I missed you so bad
I missed you so, so bad
Before you came into my life
I missed you so bad
And you should know that
I missed you so, so bad
It's hard to look right,
At you baby,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
Hey, I just met you,
And this is crazy,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
And all the other boys,
Try to chase me,
But here's my number,
So call me, maybe?
Before you came into my life
I missed you so bad
I missed you so bad
I missed you so, so bad
Before you came into my life
I missed you so bad
And you should know that
So call me, maybe?
When the song was over, the two made their way offstage. They spotted New Guy heading towards them, so Rachel perched herself on a barstool, while Kurt moved himself off to the side to give them space. He was surprised, however, to notice that New Guy wasn't heading over to Rachel, but instead to himself. He glanced over to Rachel to see her smile falter before it was replaced by a bigger, brighter one. Kurt knew that it was fake.
He turned back to New Guy, taking a moment to once again look him over. He was slightly shorter than Kurt, with dark curly hair, and the most amazing hazel eyes. He smiled nervously as he reached Kurt, holding out a slip of paper. 'Call me maybe?' He asked, hope evident in his voice.
Kurt smiled back, as New Guy turned away. He glanced down at the paper in his hand. There was a number, above which there was a name. Blaine.
AN: So this is based off the music video for Carly Rae Jepson's Call Me Maybe.
Even though this is where the music video does end, I could be convinced to add an extra couple of chapters. :P
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or the characters, or the song, or it's music video.
