Okay guys! so this idea came to me listening to the radio and the song in this came on and I thought it would be PERFECT for Klaine ;)

This starts before Never Been Kissed, and ends at the end of the episode :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee and I Just Haven't Met You Yet belongs to Michal Buble.

Blaine was sitting in his dorm room at Dalton. It was mid-November, and the weather was just beginning to become colder and more bitter. He sighed and stared out of his window.

The past few weeks, he'd been feeling lonely and a little out of it. Wes and David now both had girlfriends, who were wonderful and amazing girls, but if it was the five of them, he felt a little left out. He wasn't close enough to any of the other Warblers to hang out with them, so he was just kind of on his own.

They'd been rehearsing for sectionals for a while now, preparing their songs and arrangements. Blaine, of course, was singing lead for all of them. At one point, maybe even a few weeks ago, that would have thrilled him. But now, he felt that it was just the same old, same old. Been there, done that kind of thing.

Blaine groaned and walked out of his room and into the hallway. He passed Jeff and Nick, who had recently just gotten together, and gave them a stiff nod. He was happy for them, he really was, but he didn't like seeing them all couple-y in the hallway. He knew why, but he hated to admit it.

Blaine was lonely and wanted someone to be like that with him.

He'd never like liked anyone. Sure, he'd had a few crushes here and there, mostly with straight guys, but never really enough for him to do anything about it. He didn't know why, but he just assumed it was because he hadn't met anyone right for him yet.

He wandered down to the common room, pausing to wave at Wes and David who were chatting amicably with Bri, David's girlfriend. She saw him and waved him over.

When he was within proper talking distance, Bri motioned for him to sit down next to her.

"What's got you down?" She asked him, his eyes filled with concern.

"What?" Blaine asked, surprised that she'd been able to tell he was out of it. He was usually so good at masking those things called emotions. "Nothing's wrong."

"Right," she scoffed, "That's why you're walking around with your 'Woe is me' face plastered on."

Blaine looked down, not meeting her eyes.

"Oh no," Wes groaned, "This isn't another boy problem is it? Because if it is, I'm going to get out of here."

"No," Blaine sighed, "It's the opposite, actually."

"Aww," Bri cooed, "Is Blaine a little lonely?"

Blaine nodded slightly, ignoring Wes and David's snickers.

"You'll find someone eventually," she told him.

"I know," Blaine sighed, "It's just hard. I live every day the same, I sing the solos for the Warblers, I go to school, I wear my blazer. I just feel kind of…stuffy. Like I need some change."

She nodded in understanding. "I know what you mean," she said, "But just give it some time. It'll wear off."

"If you say so," Blaine responded. "Well I'd best be going. I'm going to the barber for a cut and some gel."

Wes, David, and Bri said their goodbyes and Blaine made his way out of Dalton. When he opened the door, the fresh air helped him clear his head for a moment. He felt almost back to normal for a few seconds, but that quickly vanished once he got in his car.

The salon where he got his gel from was all the way in Lima, about 45 minutes away. He put in his Katy Perry CD and put his favorite track on. Teenage Dream began to play over the speakers, and he unintentionally started singing along.

If only the Warblers would let me sing this song, Blaine thought, Then I might be at least a little more enthusiastic about life.

Blaine sighed and continued driving. Maybe he'd try and get them to do it as just an impromptu performance or something.

He'd driven this route every 6 weeks since he'd transferred to Dalton, so it was hardly unfamiliar to him. He passed William McKinley High School and cringed, remembering his days back at public school.

He drove through a nearby neighborhood, a shortcut he'd found a few drives back. He passed his favorite house on that street. It was white with large widows, a black SUV parked in the driveway. Nice car, Blaine thought as he approached the house. He noticed that a teenage boy was getting into it. He looked no older than 16, and Blaine momentarily wondered if the car had been a birthday present. He couldn't catch a good view of the boy, but he assumed he must be pleased with his car.

He kept on driving and noticed that the black car was driving behind him. Blaine thought it was strange, but figured that maybe he was just headed the same direction.

But when he pulled into the parking lot, the SUV still behind him, he began to worry. I'm being stalked, he thought.

His panic was quickly put an end to when the boy hopped out of his car and went into the barber.

Blaine walked into the shop confused, a dazed expression on his face. He looked around for the boy. There were only three other customers in the shop: an old man, a young boy, and then a teenager.

Bingo, Blaine thought as he raked in the boy's appearance. He was dressed in nice clothes, which Blaine assumed to be designer, and his light brown hair was done in a way that it looked styled and unstyled at the same time. He wanted to go over and touch it because it looked so soft and fluffy, but he resisted.

He noticed that his eyes were the brightest blue he'd ever seen. They pierced through everything, making everything about this slim boy pop.

Blaine realized that he'd been staring, just standing at the inside of the door. He made his way to the receptionist who told him to go wait in one of the chairs. He did so, purposefully sitting two chairs away from the boy. He glanced over and registered the fact that he seemed to not even notice Blaine sitting there.

Figures, Blaine thought, The one guy I'm actually attracted to, and is most likely gay, doesn't even notice me.

Blaine startled himself with that thought. Yes, his gaydar was going off like mad, but that didn't mean he had to be attracted to him right at first sight. But then the hope was back as he caught the boy sneaking a small, quick glance towards him.

"Kurt, we're ready for you," he heard one of the stylists say.

Kurt, Blaine thought, That's such a sexy name.

Blaine scolded himself and picked up a magazine, trying to distract himself with it. He was called back a short amount of time later. They trimmed up his hair, commenting on how curly it was, and then gelled it back to Blaine's liking. He picked up four bottles of his favorite gel and paid.

Once he was done, he exited the building and searched around the parking lot for the black SUV. It was gone.

Blaine drove back to Dalton slightly more depressed than he was on the way there. He never even got to talk to that mysterious, handsome boy named Kurt.

No, Blaine scolded himself, Don't go there. He was just another person getting his hair done.

But he couldn't shake the feeling that that wasn't the case at all. He walked into the building just as Bri was walking out.

"Hey," she said, stopping to talk to him, "Feeling any better?"

Blaine paused before responding. Was he feeling any better?

"Kind of," he finally responded, "I…I sort of had a – Well I don't actually know."

Bri seemed to understand. She grabbed Blaine by the arm and dragged him into the common room, sitting him down on the couch.

"Tell me what happened," she instructed as she sat down next to him.

Blaine relayed everything he'd thought, felt, and seen about the boy at the salon today. Once he'd finished, Bri just sat there and looked at him thoughtfully.

"You like him," she stated. She didn't say it as a question; she already knew it was true.

"Is it stupid of me?" Blaine asked tentatively. "I mean, he didn't even register the fact that I was sitting there, and I didn't even talk to him."

She shook her head. "No," she paused, "Maybe you actually are attracted to him."

Blaine groaned and put his head in his hands. "But I haven't even met him yet."

She got up and patted his arm. "I know. But maybe you will. Maybe that was just the start." She fluffed his hair a little. "I've got to go. Don't worry about it too much, alright? If its nothing, it'll blow away fairly quickly."

He nodded and watched as Bri walked out of the door. He stayed where he was, thinking his day through. The song Teenage Dream popped into his head again.

His head flicked up, and before he knew what he was doing he texted Wes and told him that he wanted an emergency Warbler's meeting now, right at this moment.

When he got to the choir room, all of the other Warblers were already there. Wes looked irritated but concerned at the same time.

"Warblers," he said once Blaine had arrived, "Junior Warbler Blaine has called this emergency Warbler meeting for unknown reasons."

Blaine stood up. "Thank you, Wes," he said, "Now, I know some, if not all of you, don't want to be here. But I have a proposition." He paused before continuing. "I'd like to propose we sing an impromptu performance on Thursday. But I would like to sing Teenage Dream by Katy Perry. You all choose me to lead you guys, but you never let me choose the song, and frankly, its making me feel stuffy. I would like an opportunity to sing something I want to sing." He realized how selfish that sounded, but he didn't really care right now. He needed some kind of change, and quick.

Wes got a thoughtful look on his face for a moment. "All in favor of Warbler Blaine's proposal?"

All of the Warbler's hands shot up. "Decided," Wes said, "We'll start rehearsing it tomorrow."

Blaine nodded and made his way out of the choir room.

When he reached his room, he immediately brought out his guitar. Singing was the only way he could ever express what was on his mind. He started strumming, picking up on the tune quickly. Then he began to sing, expressing the words that had been on his mind for so many weeks now.

I'm not surprised, not everything lasts
I've broken my heart so many times, I stopped keeping track
Talk myself in, I talk myself out
I get all worked up, then I let myself down

I tried so very hard not to lose it
I came up with a million excuses
I thought, I thought of every possibility

And I know someday that it'll all turn out
You'll make me work, so we can work to work it out
And I promise you, kid, that I give so much more than I get
I just haven't met you yet

I might have to wait, I'll never give up
I guess it's half timing, and the other half's luck
Wherever you are, whenever it's right
You'll come out of nowhere and into my life

And I know that we can be so amazing
And, baby, your love is gonna change me
And now I can see every possibility

And somehow I know that it'll all turn out
You'll make me work, so we can work to work it out
And I promise you, kid, I give so much more than I get
I just haven't met you yet

They say all's fair
In love and war
But I won't need to fight it
We'll get it right and we'll be united

And I know that we can be so amazing
And being in your life is gonna change me
And now I can see every single possibility

And someday I know it'll all turn out
And I'll work to work it out
Promise you, kid, I'll give more than I get
Than I get, than I get, than I get

Oh, you know it'll all turn out
And you'll make me work so we can work to work it out
And I promise you kid to give so much more than I get
Yeah, I just haven't met you yet

I just haven't met you yet
Oh, promise you, kid
To give so much more than I get

I said love, love, love, love
Love, love, love, love
(I just haven't met you yet)
Love, love, love, love
Love, love
I just haven't met you yet

Blaine sighed and put his guitar down. Everyone had said it was just a matter of meeting the right person. But when was that going to happen?

On Thursday, after a few days of practicing Teenage Dream, the Warblers were ready for their impromptu performance. However, word about the performance had gotten out, so everyone was rushing to the choir room to see them perform.

Blaine shook his head at how the Warblers got so much attention.

He'd hoped that this performance would make him feel better, but so far, the only thing it did was cause him to bust his butt to master his favorite Katy Perry song.

He was walking down the stairs slower than he usually did. He heard someone call his name and he turned around towards the top of them to see Jeff telling him that he was going to be a few minutes late. Blaine nodded and was about to turn around when he heard the voice.

It was the purest voice he'd ever heard. It was high pitched, but still masculine. He froze, unsure of what he should do.

He slowly turned around, not sure as to what he should expect. And what he saw was definitely not what he expected.

He saw the boy from the barber shop. Kurt.

Looking back, he couldn't even remember any of their dialogue. He remembered Kurt saying that he was a new kid and him seeing right through his façade but playing along anyway. He remembered telling Kurt how the Warblers were kind of like rock stars.

But what he remembered the most was when he grabbed Kurt's hand and pulled him through a secret hallway to the choir room.

When they arrived, he fixed the lapel of his jacket and told him to remember his uniform next time, winking and running off towards the Warblers.

And then he joined the rest of the Warblers and began to sing his favorite song. He couldn't remember the last time he'd put so much enthusiasm into a performance. He might even vouch to say that it was the best performance of his life.

Let's go all…the way tonight…no regrets…just love

He sang it right at Kurt, staring into his blue, blue eyes the whole time.

We can dance…until we die…you and I…we'll be young forever

He danced around, completely oblivious to anything that wasn't Kurt.

You…make…me…feel like I'm living a…teen…age…dream the way you turn me on

And, boy, did Kurt turn him on. He'd met this boy once, talked to him once, and yet he felt that he had a strange, strong connection to him.

Once the song had ended, he completely ignored all of the Warblers' comments and their excitement about Blaine's performance and walked straight up to Kurt.

"Want to get some coffee?" He'd asked him. The boy nodded, his eyes beaming with something Blaine thought was hope.

He just took Kurt to the Dalton Brewery. Wes and David tagged along. They were clearly interested as to why Blaine had serenaded this boy not too long ago.

"So is everyone here gay?" The boy asked the three Dalton students. Blaine felt his heart swell; that was pretty much all he needed to know that the boy sitting across from him was gay.

He let out a slight laugh before responding. Blaine could feel Wes and David's shock from the laugh, something he hadn't done properly in months. "No," he said, "Well, I am, but these two both have girlfriends." He paused, noticing a spark of something in Kurt's bright blue eyes. "We have a zero tolerance here at Dalton," he went on, explaining the policy. He noticed Kurt's eyes well up with tears. How did one measly policy have that kind of effect on this boy? What had he been through?

"David, Wes, can you guys give us a minute?" Blaine asked them. They nodded and shot him a look saying that Blaine would have to tell them everything later.

"What's going on?" Blaine asked Kurt. He hadn't expected that Kurt would actually tell him anything, but he had. He told Blaine about how he was being bullied, and how no one seemed to be doing anything about it.

Blaine was too shocked that this boy, this sweet, innocent boy was having issues at school. He couldn't remember what he'd said, something about courage and standing up for yourself, but he honestly didn't remember anything other than the look of fear in the boy's bright blue eyes.

He gave Kurt his number before he took off, and told him to text or call him if he ever needed anything.

Once Kurt had left, Blaine felt that loneliness creeping back in on him.

Over the course of the next few days, Blaine would send Kurt little encouraging texts, never getting a response. Then, at around 11:30 a.m., Blaine's phone started buzzing. He glanced at it and saw that Kurt was calling him. His heart sped up, and he answered it.

"Hey," he said cheerfully, "What's up?"

"Blaine?" He heard Kurt say, "Something happened and – and –" Blaine heard his voice crack.

"Hey," Blaine replied soothingly, "What's going on?"

"Nothing. Well, it's not nothing, something happened and –"

Blaine cut him off. "I'm coming over there."

"What? You can't just leave school –"

"Too late," Blaine replied, "I'm already on my way."

When he arrived, he walked into the school, still in uniform, and found Kurt sitting on a flight of stairs.

"Hey," Blaine said, and he couldn't help but smile at the look Kurt got on his face when he saw Blaine, "What's going on?"

Kurt relayed everything to him, with Blaine listening intently the whole time. Karofsky had even confronted them, Blaine defending Kurt the whole time.

"Well," Blaine said, trying to break the tension, "He's clearly not coming out of the closet anytime soon."

Kurt had laughed slightly, prompting Blaine to take Kurt out for lunch so that he could hear that laugh more.

Once Blaine had dropped Kurt back off at school, he realized that Kurt needed a mentor more than a boyfriend. He'd wait until Kurt was ready. But for now, all he really wanted was to help the boy. And if something more sprung from that, than Blaine certainly wasn't going to complain.

Let me know what you guys think. I'm thinking about doing one from Kurt's perspective too, but idk...

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