"You know there's a new guy that just transferred right? Blaine Anderson, was that his name?" Rachel asked Kurt.

"I'm not sure; I haven't met him yet," Kurt replied, opening his locker. He pulled his hairspray out, glamorously spraying it around his head.

Rachel sighed dramatically. "I heard he's quite handsome. I wonder what team he plays on?" She winked at him.

Kurt laughed. "We already had this problem, remember?" He shut his locker. "I believed Sam was gay, because he dyed his hair, and, even though he did, he wasn't. Do we really want to deal with all that again, Rachel? I know Finn won't want to."

Shrugging, Rachel skipped ahead of him to the choir room. Kurt wondered what it would be like if this new Blaine kid was gay. It's not that he always thought about being in a relationship, but having someone to talk to about all this stuff would be nice. He sighed, the cause obviously hopeless.

The next day, Blaine was in Kurt's first period, Algebra III. He was tall and slender, much more tan that Kurt. His hair was dark brown, gelled into curls. Kurt found himself staring into his deep brown eyes.

"Kurt?" he heard his name being called.

He shook his head away from Blaine. "Yes, Mr. Laurel?"

"Would you please be Blaine's lab partner? You're the only one without a partner." That's because they're all homophobes, Kurt thought to himself.

"Of course," he said politely.

Blaine took his seat next to Kurt. "Blaine Anderson," he said, sticking out his hand.

Kurt shook it gently. "Kurt Hummel." There was a pause as the bell rang for next classes. Kurt gathered his things and walked out with Blaine. "How do you like McKinley so far?"

Blaine shrugged. "It's fine. Too many jerks, though."

Kurt narrowed his eyes. "Who's been a jerk to you?"

"Just this homophobe," he looked over at Kurt. "Hey," he pat his shoulder. "Don't worry about it."

Kurt was confused. "Wait, are you gay?" he asked without any ounce of tact.

Blaine smiled slightly. "Yes. And judging by your very fashionable Dior coat, you are too?"

Kurt laughed. "Yes, yes I am." They had reached Kurt's locker. Kurt opened it, and a small note fluttered to the ground.

Blaine bent down. His breath on Kurt's pants tingled. And just like that he was back up, handing him the note.

"Thank you," Kurt said breathlessly.

Blaine gave another grin. "I'll see you later, Kurt!" He walked to his next class.

Kurt gazed after him until he was out of sight. Then he sighed happily, and opened the note from his locker.

I wRoTe YoU a NiCe PoEm, KuRt HuMmEl

KuRt, I kNoW yOuRe GaY

i SaW yOu ToDaY

yOu lOoK sO hOt In GrAy

I hOpE yOu ObEy

I jUsT wAnT tO pLaY

dOn't TeLl oN mE oR yOuLl pAy

Kurt stared at the note for awhile. For the first time in his young life, he felt scared. Genuinely afraid of what was to come of this note. He stared back down at it, a tear falling onto it.

His phone buzzed and he grabbed it from his coat pocket.

Unknown numberDon't cry, Kurt. You're my favorite prey. That still counts as a rhyme right?