Chapter 1:

Blaine Anderson could do a lot of things. He could sing, play multiple instruments, play sports, and even win in every game of Scrabble he ever and would ever play, thanks to his high vocabulary. But there was one thing that Blaine Anderson did not do, and that was drool. So, how did he explain himself staring at the gentleman a row away, and making a slurping sound every five seconds he stared at the guy's butt for too long? Well, he couldn't.

It's not Blaine's fault. The man kept reaching up to get books off of shelves in the bookstore, poking out his perky ass like he was asking for it. Plus, not only was his ass great, this man was gorgeous. Blaine watched from afar, pretending that he was looking at books every couple of minutes. The guy a couple of feet away had a stack of books under his arms, about four, and was still searching. After a couple more minutes of not finding anything else, he took his stack and walked to a corner of a room, then sat down on the floor and started reading.

Blaine chuckled a bit at him, shaking his head a bit. Of course he'd start reading in the bookstore instead of actually buying the books. Blaine couldn't help but smile. All the little things this guy did was just adorable. He felt a vibration in his pocket, as he took out his phone and read the message that was sent to him by one of his co-workers, asking when he'd arrive.

Blaine sent a quick text back, and continued to look for the book he originally came in for. The bookstore was big and divided into sections, almost like a Barnes and Nobles, except a bit smaller and more color. Blaine had been searching for at least 20 minutes in the 'How-to' section before becoming distracted by the guy in the red pants that was tight in all the right places. Even before the distraction, he couldn't find what he was looking for. He quietly looked through the 'For Dummies' books, scanning other bookshelves for the book he was looking for until he finally found it, right next to Mr. Handsome in the corner.

"Figures," Blaine mumbled under his breath. Of course there was a perfect excuse for him to go over there and talk to the man. It's not like he wasn't thinking about asking for the guy's number for the past 10 minutes, but he was never actually going to do it. With looks like that, he obviously couldn't be single, and who knew if he was even gay or not. The chance of denial was something Blaine always hated. If he got denied by someone he liked, it would just crush him.

But if he went over there and didn't talk to him, he'd hate himself for being such a coward. With a heavy sigh, Blaine straightened his back and walked over to the corner where the man was sitting, knees against his chest, and reading Ellen Degeneres' book. Blaine pulled out the book he wanted from the shelf, as the man on the ground glanced up at him for a second, before going back to reading. Here goes nothing, Blaine thought to himself.

"Aren't you supposed to buy the book before reading it?" Blaine joked, looking down at the man, who looked up at him, a smile tugging at the edge of his lips.

"Well there's no rule saying that's the order you have to go in. You're not going to throw me out are you?" the man teased, closing the book a bit.

"Lucky for you, I don't work here. But be careful, there are some people who take the order of reading a book very seriously." Blaine answered as the man nodded, a small smile on his face. "What are you reading?" Blaine asked.

"Seriously, I'm Kidding. A friend recommended it to me." the man answered, sitting up a bit. Blaine nodded in approval. "Good book." he said.

"Have you read it?" the man asked, eyebrows raised in interest.

"No, but Ellen's an awesome person, and it was a great icebreaker, so it must be enchanting." Blaine flirted as the other man chuckled a bit.

"Cute." he smiled. "What about you, what're you reading?" the man asked, eyeing the book in Blaine's hand.

"Oh, just 'screenwriting for dummies'. I'm pretty lucky that they have these books because I'm quite the dummy." Blaine mocked as the other man laughed a bit.

"You write screenplays?"

"I'm learning. I have an idea for musical, and, like you, a friend recommended it to me. Said I should learn the basics." Blaine explained as the man nodded with interest, his eyes lighting up a bit and almost changing a different shade of blue.

There was a small beeping sound coming from the man's waist as he looked down and took out his pager. Blaine scoffed in surprised. "Is that a pager?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah," the guy said, rolling his eyes. "I know, I know, I seem like some elderly person."

"No you don't, it's just I didn't think people still carried those things around. Or even made them."

"Well, you've been mistaken." the man replied. He checked his watch before widening his eyes in surprise and standing up. "I gotta go, but it was nice talking to you..." the man trailed off.

"Blaine." Blaine smiled, offering his hand. The man shook it delightfully, as he said "Kurt." Blaine repeated his name, rolling it off his tongue. "It was nice meeting you Kurt." He smiled.

"You too, Blaine." Kurt smiled, slipping his hand away from Blaine's and starting to move away. Blaine watched as he walked, biting his lips, before shutting his eyes and sighing again. Please be gay, please be gay, Blaine repeated in his head, opening his eyes then calling Kurt's name. Kurt turned around, as Blaine jogged up to him.

"I'd be an idiot to just let you get away from me." Blaine admitted, as Kurt grinned, ducking his head a bit. "Can I have your number or something." Blaine asked a bit nervously.

"Are you sure about that? You just met me and I'm a pretty obsessive texter." Kurt joked, as Blaine smiled.

"I guess that's just a chance I'll have to take." Blaine teased back. Kurt nodded, as Blaine took out his phone and Kurt put his number and name in it, and then vice versa. Blaine smiled, looking over the contact for a couple of seconds.

"I really have to go, but don't by shy to call. I'd love to hear more about this musical you have an idea for." Kurt said, slowly walking backwards away from Blaine.

"I won't." Blaine called after him, watching him depart. He looked at the contact in his phone again and smiled to himself, silently congratulating himself.