Welcome to my new story! I've missed you guys. A/U due to all of ND being in college; also, some story parts are canon, some are not. I hope you enjoy it!
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LOVE ME NOT
Rated: M
OTP: Klaine
Warnings: Minor violence, major lovin' ;)
Ownership: None. I love Glee, but I don't own it.
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Dear Journal;
It's the first day of college. First page of my new journal. I went all out on this, my thirteenth journal. Yes, I have kept a journal every year of school, including Kindergarten. That one may have been mostly messy letters, unicorns, rainbows and unicorns kicking the evil dragon's butt, but I was young and was already being mocked and teased at school. This one is deep brown leather with a large strap that goes around it to tie at the front.
I am really nervous. Maybe that is that is why I have been up for two hours already and have been ready to go to my first class for an hour now. I hope to get a seat in the back of each of my classes. I have a feeling that, just like high school, I will be invisible. Luckily, my wardrobe has matured since then. Not to say that I don't dress fabulously, because, hello? I am fabulous. To me at least. This college is huge. The last thing I need is an entire college football team coming after me.
On the other hand, Finn and I got really lucky. Due to Dad's new position in Washington, we each got a private room. It was our graduation gift. Dad wanted us to be comfortable, even though we won't be home most of the year, just Christmas and Spring Break. Oh, just got a text from Mercedes, my only other friend from high school other than Rachel and Finn who are really just one person. It makes me sick how close those two are. And yes, my dear journal, that really just means I am jealous. I want to be in love. Maybe this year? There are bound to be more gays here than at McKinley where I was the only gay. Well, the only one out anyway, but I refuse to let myself get down with the thoughts of the past. It's time to have coffee with my best friend.
My goals for today:
Don't get beat up.
Get a good hidden seat in class (this will have to end eventually to make my name as a designer known.
Make new friend – preferably a dark haired, light eyed boy with a great smile and a nice butt!
K.E.H.
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"Hey, boy," Mercedes said, looking as fab as ever in her brightly colored clothes. Kurt gave her a hug and a kiss before getting his coffee, the same non-fat mocha he had always had. It was sweet enough but not enough to give him issues with his thighs. And it had just the right punch of caffeine to keep him going for a few hours. He had a feeling in college, he was going to live on the stuff during most of his college life.
"Alright, how bad has it been?" Kurt asked, taking a seat and getting settled in. Mercedes and let Rachel talk her into being roommates. While Kurt, himself, had no experience living with Rachel, he had been over for sleepovers and parties and there were qualities about her that he would never be able to live with.
"Kurt, I do not think I will even last a quarter, much less an entire school year. Everything with her is a ritual. Her shower ritual takes over an hour and she comes out looking just how she went in. You at least come out looking like a glowing lil angel," she said with a saucy wink.
"It's all about the product," he said, waving his hand in front of his blushing face with a smile.
"Yeah, well, you better consider yourself lucky. If she sends me any crap, she's going straight to Finn's. Then she will be his problem," Mercedes said.
Kurt snorted. "Can you imagine the helpless look on his face? Poor guy. I'll have to be conspicuously absent those days. You and I can get a hotel room while they figure things out. I'm certainly not taking Rachel in. No way. Can she still bring down the house with her snoring?" Kurt asked with a grin.
"Oh, boy, you have no idea. These dorms aren't exactly executive suites. The walls are so thin we've already had complaints. Rachel swore it wasn't her until I recorded her one night," Mercedes giggled. She was so embarrassed she baked five dozen 'I'm sorry' cookies and delivered them. I made her buy those nose strips that are supposed to help. Let's hope so."
Kurt let loose a long laugh. The sight of his proud friend having to deliver cookies because she snored too loud was hilarious.
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The sound of angelic laughter filled the café. A young man looked up, trying to figure out where it was coming from. He saw the table but couldn't see the face who was laughing. Whoever it was, had chestnut hair and was sitting across from a giggling dark skinned girl. Checking his watch again, he knew he should be heading to class. He would not risk being late for his first class, an advanced English course. The sound of the voice was truly sincere and beautiful. Something in him needed to hear that laugh again.
Hurrying out of the café, he went to the building where his English class was. He thought he had memorized the map good enough so he wouldn't look like a dweeb, but now he realized he had just been an idiot. Walking down the curved staircase, hoping something would look familiar, he saw someone rush past him.
"Excuse me. I'm new here," he said. "I think I'm lost."
The man laughed as he turned around. It was the angel voice from the coffee shop!
"Hi, I'm Kurt. I'm a freshman here too. I knew I would get lost too, so I swallowed my pride and brought my map. I only have a minute, but where are you headed?" The man, Kurt, said. Kurt was beautiful. Endless pale skin, lips that were full and pink, a lithe, slim body full of lean muscles. But it was his eyes that caught his breath. Were they green? Blue? With maybe a hint of gray? They were big, round and right now they were embarrassed.
"I really do only have a minute," Kurt said quietly, looking humiliated for some reason.
"I'm so sorry. I'm Blaine. I'm headed to English Lit 101 with Professor Bieste," he said quickly.
"Hi Blaine. I actually have that class too. Do you want me to give you directions?" Kurt offered.
"Do you mind if we just walk together?" Blaine suggested, wondering why the boy wouldn't want to walk with him.
"Sure, um, if you really want to," Kurt said, starting off to the hall on the left.
Damn, it, that's where he'd gone wrong. He had kept going down the right side of the hall.
"I know we just met, but why wouldn't someone want to walk with you?" Blaine asked.
"I tend to attract negative attention, not positive. I try not to assume anything," Kurt said, his eyes now a clear blue.
"I hear you. In middle school, I came out and went to a dance with the only other out kid in the school. We got our asses kicked. I ended up in private school for all of high school," Blaine shared, having a feeling Kurt was gay, too, but wasn't about to admit it.
"I came out when I was fifteen. Everyone already knew. I mean, look at me," he said sardonically. "Anyway, here we are. Good luck," Kurt said and turned to take a seat in the back row of the large, theater shaped room.
He didn't see Blaine really look at him. He was gorgeous, the type of guy Blaine had always wanted to meet. He wasn't going to pass up that chance.
Kurt sat down and got his laptop out, trying to maintain his cool. What had he written in his journal? Meet someone with dark hair, light eyes? Kurt hadn't been able to check out Blaine's butt yet, but going by the rest of his compact, muscular body, he was sure there would be nothing lacking in his ass. And what was with that moment when Blaine had just stared at him. He had felt awkward and yet warm all over. Hearing the desk next to his being taken, he was disappointed. It was foolish to think he could manage to get a seat by himself. Oh well. At least he had enough room.
"I'm stalking you, by the way. I figure sitting way up here keeps me out of the line of sight of the professor. English is not my strong topic," Blaine said as he settled in the seat next to Kurt. Kurt looked at him, shocked.
Blaine gave a big, white-toothed grin. "Hope this is okay. I figure if nothing else, we can pass notes in class, complaining about the teacher or discussing the latest Vogue or Vanity Fair."
"You like Vogue?" Kurt had to ask quietly as the class began to quiet down.
"Love it. I love it more than football," Blaine winked at him with his golden eyes.
Just then the teacher began speaking and they both went silent, taking notes.
During the course of the class, they would exchange small glances and smiles. The teacher showed them a small film and the room went dark. Kurt looked over at Blaine and found him making a monkey face at Kurt.
A loud giggle broke out of him that he managed to turn into a cough. He then glared playfully at Blaine.
When class ended, Kurt elbowed Blaine with a grin. "You are so lucky I didn't get called out for that." He noticed that Blaine's ass was the thing of dreams, round and perfect.
"Worry wart. Speaking of your voice, have you thought of trying out for Extreme? That's the choir slash singing group they have here. They are having auditions today," Blaine said, his eyes sparkling as they walked down the hallway. "Maybe we could get coffee afterward?"
"Who says I have time for all this," Kurt teased. Where was all this coming from, he wondered. He was never this playful with people unless it was the people he had known forever.
"Geez, it's just college, Kurt," Blaine winked. "The try-outs are at three if you have time, O Busy One."
"Oh hush. Where are you going next?" Kurt asked.
"Music 101. Do you have Calculus at any point?" Blaine asked.
"I have a textile class and yeah, Calculus, Advanced French. That's it for today. Is your Calculus at noon with Sylvester?" Kurt asked, hoping he might see the guy again. This guy was gorgeous and for some reason he was amused with Kurt. He could make a good friend.
"Yep, I'll see you there. Then I can talk you into auditioning," he replied, smiling.
"Do you know where you are going?" Kurt asked.
"Nah, I know where the next class is. Thanks, though," Blaine said, smiling big at Kurt.
"I'm glad we met, Blaine. We're just might end up being friends," Kurt said as he jogged out the door.
Blaine rolled his eyes as he left out the opposite door. Friends. Of course. Couldn't be: I'm glad we met, Blaine. We are going to fall in love and move to New York and get married before we adopt two little babies.
Nope. Never gonna happen.
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What did you think? Wanna read more? I have some pretty fun ideas for this story. If you liked it, please review.
