Blaine Anderson's Four Step Plan

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee in any way.

A/N: This story takes place before Original song and doesn't exactly follow the Glee episodes. There's also an OC in it, I hope that doesn't bother anyone too much. Thanks for reading!

-Oliver K. Rowe

Chapter One:Prologue

Kurt Hummel really isn't the touchy-feely type. He doesn't like the weird feeling he gets after someone holds his hand, he just really wants to wash his hands right after. Hugs are okay, as long as they aren't too intimate. Kisses, well, all the kisses he's had so far weren't exactly enjoyable. Brittany was okay, she tasted like lip gloss, but her lips felt heavy and awkward against his, and Kurt didn't even want to think about the kiss Karofsky had given him. The only people he really lets come close to him are his dad, Mercedes, Carole, and on special occasions, Finn.

Blaine on the other hand, is the total opposite.

The first day Blaine sees Kurt, he shakes his hand. Kurt isn't taken aback at the fact that Blaine gave him a handshake, which was perfectly normal, it was actually the way Blaine gave him a handshake. He grasps Kurt's hand a little too tightly, lets his thumb graze across his knuckles, and his touch lingers a little too long before he pulls away. Kurt almost gapes, because he's never had a handshake like that before and he wonders how Blaine can look so nonchalant about it. Though it doesn't end there, Blaine actually holds Kurt's hand when he takes him to the senior commons room. Kurt feels conflicted about this, he just met the guy a few seconds ago and he does feel a bit uncomfortable with Blaine's hand in his, but on the other hand he feels a flip in his stomach and feels his face flush. It feels good, but like an odd kind of good.

It also feels a bit strange when Blaine straightens out his lapel before starting his impromptu performance of Teenage Dream. He just looks so confident and sure of himself. Kurt's never met anyone who's so comfortable with touching people, well, besides Santana of course.

Just the day after Kurt transfers to Dalton, he gets a massive amount of texts from New Directions, mostly from Mercedes, who's begging Kurt to spill about his first day at Dalton and, of course, Blaine.

Kurt lies on his bed; iPhone in hand, scrolling through his messages. He finds seven from Mercedes, and reads the latest one she sends him.

Is your day at Dalton going well for you? Or more importantly, how's Blaine? ;) –M

Kurt sighs, and sends Mercedes a quick text back.

Blaine's fine 'Cedes; so is Dalton. And what's up with the wink? I miss you though.–K

Though Kurt knows perfectly well what Mercedes' extra wink was about, the day Kurt met Blaine he immediately sent Mercedes at least 20 messages gushing about how great Blaine was. It was obvious that Blaine didn't like him though; he only wanted to be friends. Kurt needed to get that through Mercedes' head. He also needed to get it through his own head. Blaine didn't like him anymore than a friend and that was that, and Kurt needed to start feeling that way too, even if Blaine had the most delicious arms and amazing eyes.

No, stop it Kurt, bad Kurt. Bad thoughts lead to bad actions. No thinking about Blaine as more than a friend.

Just then, Kurt hears a knock against his door. His clock reads 11o'clock and he wonders why anyone would be at his dorm room this late. Kurt groans and flings his phone on his bed. He quickly checks himself in the mirror and notices that his hair is messed up and his shirt has wrinkled from lying on his bed for so long. He instantly reaches out his hand to smooth out the wrinkles on impulse, but then he remembers that whoever knocked the door is the one bothering him, and he shouldn't be the one to look nice for them. Kurt just sighs as he reaches for the doorknob, ready to shoot a sarcastic comment at whoever is at his door this late at night.

"Hey, mind if I come in?" Blaine asks with a smile played across his lips. Kurt looks up from his spot in the doorway, a bit surprised that Blaine would be here this late at night. He looks at Blaine, and admires how effortlessly scrumptious he looks. Blaine's hazel eyes shine beneath a thick curtain of black eyelashes and little flecks of green flicker under the light in the hallway. His hair has obviously been de-gelled; it looks curly and soft. There's a loose springy black curl that falls in front of his eyes and Kurt has to resist the urge to brush it away. He's wearing a red t-shirt that shows off his lean body perfectly and a pair of plaid pajama bottoms that hang low on his hips. Kurt notices a smooth expanse of skin from where he is and all he can think of at the moment is wow.

"Kurt?" Blaine's voice interrupts Kurt's thoughts and he watches as Blaine nervously runs a hand through his curly locks. By now, Kurt notices that his mouth is hanging open like a goldfish so he quickly shuts it and smoothes out his shirt nervously. He really wishes that he wasn't in his dad's oversized Hummel's Tires and Lube t-shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants at the moment.

"Oh… Oh yeah… um... ok." Kurt manages to sputter nervously and he wants to smack himself for not coming up with anything better than "ok". Just the thought of Blaine in his room makes Kurt's brain feel mushy and he struggles for words as Blaine takes a seat on his bed.

"Hey is this your phone?" Blaine asks as he picks up Kurt's silver iPhone. Kurt nods absentmindedly as he shuts the door of his room.

"Yeah."

"I like your background." Blaine grins as his fingers brush over the screen of Kurt's phone and…

Oh my god.

Kurt immediately flushes once he realizes what Blaine's talking about. He quickly pulls his phone out from Blaine's grip and shuts it off, the picture of him and Blaine at the Lima Bean fading into black on his screen.

"Oh god. You must think I'm such a creeper." Kurt squeaks and he buries his face into his hands in embarrassment.

"What? No! I think it's sweet." Blaine quickly replies and he pulls Kurt onto the bed with him, resting a hand on his shoulder. Kurt tenses up from his touch. Things just got so much more awkward.

"Hey, look at me." Kurt removes his face from his hands but ignores Blaine's gaze, his face is already red enough and he doesn't need to blush more.

"C'mon Kurt, look at me." Blaine says and he lifts Kurt's chin with his hand. Kurt feels himself blush even harder from Blaine's touch as he stares into his eyes. His skin feels tingly and warm from Blaine's hand, he feels something tumble around in his stomach, and his back straightens up in alert. Kurt swallows as he looks into Blaine's hazel eyes. They are soft and understanding. Blaine notices how uncomfortable Kurt looks, but decides not to say anything, instead he removes his hand from Kurt's chin, and stuffs his hand in his pocket, fondling for his own phone. Kurt relaxes a bit and takes a deep breath.

"If it makes you feel any better," Blaine says as he flips open his own phone, "I have a picture of you and me as my screensaver as well." Kurt smiles at the photo of him and Blaine in Kurt's car. Blaine's grinning at the camera, his fingers sneaking from behind Kurt's head, forming two bunny ears. Kurt's smiling at the camera, clueless as to what Blaine's been doing the entire time. Kurt gasps playfully and smacks Blaine's arm.

"I can't believe I never noticed that!" Kurt giggles and Blaine smirks back at him. He closes his phone and drops it back into his pocket.

"So, how was your official first day at Dalton? Anything like you expected?" Blaine asks, scooting closer to Kurt.

"It was pretty good. The subjects are considerably harder than McKinley's, but I expected that. I like the French teacher though." Kurt replies while toying with his sheets between his fingers.

"Yeah, Madame DuBois is pretty cool. I'm glad you had a good day today." Blaine smiles as he wraps an arm around Kurt's shoulders. Kurt tenses up at his touch again. Blaine looks confused.

"Kurt? Are you ok?" Blaine frowns and removes his arm from Kurt. He turns towards Kurt with a concerned look on his face.

"I'm fine." Kurt squeaks and he plays with his fingers in an attempt to distract himself from Blaine.

"Are you uncomfortable with me touching you? I can stop if you want me to; I know I can be pretty touchy-feely around my friends. This is probably all my fault." Blaine looks at Kurt worriedly and Kurt immediately snaps his head up.

"Oh no Blaine; you're great. It's just…" Kurt trails off feeling embarrassed.

"Just what?"

"I don't know… I guess I'm just not that used to human contact? Trust me Blaine; I'm in no way mad at you. I just… I just need to get used to this. I bet I'm going to sound like such a loser right now but, no one really touches me… I mean I'm just not used to… just not used to all of this." Kurt manages to finish nervously, he feels himself blush and he slumps his shoulders a bit. Oh god, what if Blaine thinks he some sort of a freak with no friends? He can't even take it when someone puts their arm around him. He shuts his eyes worriedly, afraid that Blaine will make a disgusted face at him or tell him how much of a loner he is. Instead Kurt feels the gaze of two warm eyes burn into his face.

"It's okay Kurt. I promise I won't touch you as much. Just tell me when you feel uncomfortable, okay? We can take it slow."Kurt feels relieved and chuckles nervously at this.

"You make it sound like we're in some sort of a relationship."

"I don't know, are we?" Blaine jokes and gives Kurt a pat on the shoulder before standing up.

"I think I should get going. I'll see you tomorrow Kurt." Blaine gives Kurt a smile as he slips through the door.

Kurt sighs and falls back onto his bed. Why does Blaine say stuff like that? Why does he have to be so amazing and nice? It's getting incredibly harder to think of Blaine as just a friend.

On the way back up to his dorm room, Blaine can't help but think of what Kurt said. He couldn't believe that someone as amazing as Kurt rarely got any contact with anyone. Blaine adores hugs and he's always cuddling with his friends. He can't imagine what it feels like to not have any human contact once in a while. The Warblers and his friends are all pretty grabby, but it's fun to show some physical affection. Blaine knows that the where Kurt came from, people weren't exactly loving, but he never imagined that Kurt rarely got touched by someone other than his dad. His brain racks for a few second before his lips curl up in a gentle smile. Blaine decides right there and then that he would help Kurt get used to this; Kurt needed to be loved… as a friend of course, because Blaine knows the last thing Kurt needs is a boyfriend, and because Blaine only likes him as a friend. Right? Even though Kurt's probably the most gorgeous boy Blaine's ever seen… No Blaine, cut that out. The only thing Kurt needs is a strong friendship and someone to be there for him right now, not some dork with a raging crush. Blaine sighs as he reaches his room. He unlocks his door and flops onto his bed, ignoring the questioning look on his roommate's face.

"How was your date Blainey boy?" His roommate, Alex smirks, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. Blaine groans a throws a pillow in his direction.

"Oh shut up Alex. Kurt and I are only friends. That's all." Blaine flickers off the lamp next to his bed and buries himself under the covers.

"Hey! I was reading something." Alex protests in the dark, and Blaine just rolls his eyes.

"Goodnight Alex, now shut up and put your book away. It's past curfew anyways."

Alex grunts and mumbles something under his breath about how much of a goody-goody Blaine is and how he hates it whenever Blaine's on his period.

Blaine buries himself deeper into his bed, his eyes open and staring at the ceiling, his mind flickering to Kurt every few seconds. All he needed to do was make Kurt feel loved, in small ways and eventually big ones. And at that moment Blaine decided that he would make a plan. A plan to make Kurt feel loved and used to physical affection. All he really need was some good natured scheming and a little help from Wes and David. Yep, this was going to work. And as perverted as it sounded, Blaine Anderson was going to touch Kurt… in a friendly way that is.