Sweet Treats

A/N. Welcome everyone to my very first fanfic! im excited to upload it and see what you guys think! so please review! i was reading fanfics and i just decided "hey im gonna write a story!" yep spontaneous old me lol. it started out as a one shot but when i started writing i decided no wait i have too much to say so its gonna be a bit longer!

ok enough of the random ramblings...so enjoy...hopefully! :D

Kurt Hummel was about to go into his senior year at McKinley High. He couldn't wait to get out of there and move to New York so he could finally be who he wanted to be without fear of judgement or cryptic stares. It wasn't that he didn't love his friends and being with them in Glee club was, without question, the best part of his day. But he never truly felt like he belonged. Here he was, a 17 year old, the only openly gay guy in all of McKinley and had never even been kissed – well at least when it counted. His first kiss had been with one of his friends – a female friend at that, to try and convince his father he was straight – total disaster and then a few months back, his biggest tormentor and neanderthal Dave Karofsky, planted one on him in the locker room. Why couldn't he just have a normal life? Such an important moment in any person's life and it was stolen from him on both occasions. He longed for the day when he met the guy he'd fall for and feel like he was invincible with that certain person by his side. Would he ever find that? Santana, Rachel, Quinn and even Lauren hooks up and the only time I gets a guy looking at his way is the ones who have made it their mission to make his life a living hell.

It was somewhere in the early afternoon on a stifling hot July day in Lima, Ohio when Kurt suddenly got the urge for a refreshing treat to hopefully cool down his insides because he was on fire.

He had heard about this new frozen yoghurt place that recently opened up that had gotten rave reviews and compliments from anyone who ventured to the new establishment. The only down side to this was the fact that it was in Westerville, Ohio – a near 2 hour journey. Of course all the places for food in Lima just had to suck. The only one that sufficed was the Lima Bean and it was WAY to hot for a coffee, Kurt thought to himself.

In the end, he gave in and called a couple of his girls to tag along so the 2 hour journey wouldn't be as hard to endure. Little over 20 minutes later, his Unholy Trinity arrived at his house ready for the journey. Mercedes, Tina and Rachel all ran and embraced him in a hug as they so often did when they met up.

"Uh, girls, you know I love you. But please get off me it's too warm for a group hug and you guys are all disgustingly sweaty." Kurt choked out.

"Charming!" Mercedes says. "So boo, you ready to go? It's so warm and my sweet tooth is working in overdrive."

"Yeah come on let's get going"

Naturally on the way down the road, the music, none other than Miss GaGa, was blasting through the speakers and they were all belting out the lyrics whilst laughing their heads off at eachother's facial expressions and exuberant gestures.

Little over an hour and a half later, they were pulling into Westerville and eventually found the FroYo shop in question. When they pulled up there was already a major queue.

"Wow. It must be good if there's this many people wanting a taste," Rachel exclaimed. "Is it weird that I'm excited for frozen yoghurt?" she blurted out excitedly.

They all look at eachother and then back at Rachel and burst out into fits of giggles.

"Oh my God! This is taking forever!" Kurt exclaimed after a 20 minute wait in line. "I am actually going to melt out here if they don't shake their freaking asses up in there and serve these people quicker!"

"Aww Kurt there's only one guy on duty in there," Tina muttered. "Patience is a virtue you know!" she responded quirkily.

"Yes, Tina. And you should know by now that patience is a quality which I do not possess!" Kurt threw back with a glare in the Asian girl's direction.

Then after another nearly 10 minutes of waiting they got to the door step. From there Kurt could see a very unique and tasteful decór. There are tables with lots of different sweet designs like ice cream with sprinkles and toppings; and cupcakes; the chairs with swirls all over the material to create the idea of different types of sauces. When his eyes had finished admiring the decór, he turned his glance to the counter and subconsciously began licking his lips at the sight before him. There was strawberries, raspberries, chocolate sprinkles, nuts, gummi bears, oreos, peanut butter cups, fudge brownie bites, Cap n' Crunch, health bar and – oh! His focus was drawn away from the allotment of toppings to the guy behind the counter. Kurt was sure he was the closest thing to an angel he had ever seen. With tan skin, nice build – a nice lithe physique but most certainly toned and muscled, with defined arms and most definitely straight. He had to be no older than Kurt himself. Why are all the good ones taken or straight? He thought to himself frustrated. He saw the guy smile at his current customer to reveal a set of straight pearly whites – his smile was dazzling. He had a mop of dark brown curls atop his beautiful head with some stubborn strays hanging on his forehead and he wanted nothing more than to tousle his fingers through those curly locks. Kurt saw him moving his lips but he was too busy ogling this beautiful man to hear anything he said. And those lips, how he -

"Uhm Kurt?" Mercedes' voice ruptured his trance.

"What Merc?" Kurt asked clearly agitated at being ripped from his fantasy.

"If you're finished drooling - you're next."

"Oh! Right! Yeah." He was clearly failing at coming back to earth.

He nearly tripped over himself on his way to order his yoghurt with being too busy trying to rip himself from dream world to be able to manoeuvre his body properly.

"Hey! What can I get for you today?" Oh sweet baby Jesus he even sounds like an angel!

"Uh, um..." great. Real smooth Kurt – way to freak the poor guy out. Not only do you visibly ogle him but you have to lose all traces of coherency as well.

"Is everything alright?" the guy asked, visibly concerned.

"YES!" Okay way to over emphasise that you're fine Kurt... honestly! The guy looked startled and blinked a few times before speaking again.

"Okay... Uhm what type of yoghurt would you like?"

"Vanilla please"

"Ah, are you sure? We have some of the best flavours of yoghurt, you know!"

"No honestly I'll just stick with vanilla but I will overload on my toppings – so don't fear!"

The guy laughed and it was literally music to his ears.

"Okay. One Vanilla coming up" It took every ounce of his will power not to melt into a puddle of goo on the floor when the guy flashed him one of those million dollar smiles.

When he had finished ordering his toppings he couldn't believe the monstrosity he had ordered.

"Oh my God it's like a heart attack in a cup – I love it!" Kurt blurted out before he could stop himself.

And there was that laugh again. "It's the only way to have them! Look at it this way – you've got the healthy yoghurt beneath it to cancel out the sugar overload!"

Kurt laughed at that. Okay – looks, personality... check check!

"That'll be $3.89 please."

When Kurt handed over the money his hand brushed with the guy's and he literally felt electric shoot through him at the touch. Get over it Kurt he's very obviously straight! What is it with you and straight guys?

When all of them had ordered Kurt insisted on sitting in and scoffed when Rachel insinuated that he was so eager to sit in so he could drool over the guy. Just because it was true didn't mean he had to admit it! The whole time he was indulging in his heart attack in a cup, he couldn't help his gaze being pulled over to the supermegafoxyawesomehot guy behind the counter and on more than one occasion he could have swore he caught the guy looking at him. Not possible Kurt.

The whole ride home he was unusually quiet and couldn't wait to drop the girls off so he could go home, lie on his bed and swoon over the guy in peace, free of knowing glances from the girls.

Blaine Anderson was a 16 year old guy from Westerville, Ohio. He was a high achiever in school and loved to play football. He had even been made captain of his junior high's team before he was forced to transfer. He was bullied badly by his fellow peers and beat up on numerous occasions but the worst had been at one of his school's dances which shook him to his core. Not his family of course – no that would require caring. Blaine was a normal guy – he loved to sing, play guitar, eat like he was a bottomless pit, play sports, listen to music, a major Harry Potter geek and may or may not have an obsession with Disney – some people call it unhealthy, he calls it a healthy, normal and smart one. A couple of years ago he transferred to Dalton Academy. Since he transferred he's felt safe and happy and he's popular and is the lead vocalist of the school's glee club, The Warblers – much to the dismay of his parents. And why had he needed to transfer? Because of one simple thing that helped make him who he is – he's gay. He has never had a boyfriend and has never even kissed a boy before – does that makes him weird? Unlikable? Blaine sure thinks so. He has yet to meet a guy who he really likes and who likes him in the way Blaine craves. And he's starting to worry that he hasn't even had any advance from any guy since he came out 4 years ago.

Then on one uber hot day in Ohio when he just had to have a shift, he was severely pissed. He was sorely tempted to ring in sick but refrained because he needed the money. So what started out as any normal working day in the new FroYo establishment – stressful and not at all enjoyable when the hours dragged by – soon turned into one of the best days at work - ever. He had served customer after customer when he came across one who caught his immediate attention. He was a tall boy with porcelain skin and the most piercing and beautiful blue-green-gray eyes he had ever seen – it was like they couldn't decide what colour to be. He was impeccably dressed and you could easily distinguish that each garment of clothing was no product of Target. His chestnut brown hair was elegantly styled into a coif and made his features stand out even more prominently. His gaydar was buzzing but it had been kind of off lately so he decided not to trust anything it told him. He had the most beautiful and angelic smile Blaine had ever seen and those lips... he just wanted to kiss them until they were swollen and kiss bruised. He had a great sense of humour and made Blaine laugh on more than one occasion which immediately made him grateful to this boy for brightening up his day. And when he made to take the money from this no name guy, their hands brushed slightly and Blaine could have swore he had just stuck his hand in an electric socket – he had never felt that before – ever. How could this be happening? How could he be feeling this way for a boy he barely even knew? Correction – How could he be feeling this way for a boy he didn't know at all?

He was so glad when the boy decided to stay and eat in with his friends because it meant he got to be able to stare at the boy a little longer which inevitably resulted in him messing up a few orders. He couldn't even bring himself to be legitimately sorry to his customers because this boy was well worth the loss of tips. Then when the boy made to leave, he immediately felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach and he knew his day wouldn't pick up after that and he'd be bored stiff until he clocked off.

And he found that all day he couldn't shake that angelic face from his mind. It made his entire day a bit brighter even when he had to return to finish his summer History paper in his dorm where Wes would probably be macking on his girlfriend, Talia, for hours on end. But this time Blaine had someone on his mind to drown out the moans and groans from the other side of the room, and he also found himself dreaming about that beautiful human being that night. Simply put – Blaine Anderson was smitten for guy he would more than likely never see again and he couldn't care less.

Ok. I know it's not the best thing you've ever read in your life and I apologise profusely! It's my first story and I can only hope I'll improve. Please give this story a shot and I will update some time in the next couple of days! Until then... ADIOS MIS AMIGOS! :D

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