"So little to say but so much time,
Despite my empty mouth the words are in my mind "
Kurt's PoV
I fell in love with a superstar.
I fell in love with my best friend that became a superstar technically.
He was everything that I wanted to be and needed in high school.
I started school with the mentality that I wasn't going to make friends or never even attempt to talk to anyone.
I fell in love with him the first time he looked at me.
He had this puppy dog/dapper dan persona that I couldn't resist.
You know when you're first coming out; hitting puberty, and basically becoming a teenager your hormones get the best of you.
The first time a like's you and shows you interest, you fall in love with him, want to get married, adopt kids, a house with the white picket fence and grow old together.
I was one of those ridiculous silly easy gay teen boys.
But I was also the only openly gay kid who was in glee club, who had very girlish and flamboyant ways; I had an absolute impeccable taste in fashion and a great personality.
Who wouldn't want to date me right?
After sophomore year at McKinley I thought my life was going to be hell.
I thought that I'm never going to be happy or appreciated for who I was.
Yes, my dad accepted me for who I am and yes my step mother and step brother seem ok with it, but I was always looking for a little bit more.
I was looking to be liked,
To be loved.
To not feel a shame or who I am.
To be saved.
And he was it.
Til this day I still don't see how I could have snagged a friend like him when I needed it.
My first day of junior year was when he finally made his grand entrance into my life.
I and some of the ladies from glee club were in the hallway when he made his grand entrance.
He had a beautiful tone of olive skin. You can tell that he shaves, but he looks as if he ha clock shadow, but that made him look even better.
His hair was curly but tamed with little gel.
He had honey comb eyes to die for.
He had the cutest Dorito shaped eyebrows.
He had a beautiful smile.
I remember his outfit like it was yesterday.
He wore a black and off white stripped t-shirt and black skin jeans with black boots and a burgundy cardigan to top it off.
He was everything I wanted.
He was stylish and absolutely fucking gorgeous.
But I couldn't have him.
He presumed to be straight.
Blaine's PoV
I transferred to McKinley my junior year.
I was homeschooled for a year and a half.
I was gay bashed when me and one of the other gay guys went to a Sadie Hawkins dance together.
When the dance was over, we were cornered.
I had three cracked ribs.
Busted lip.
Fractured knee
And a few scars on my back to this day I can't get rid of.
When my dad told me that we were moving to Lima from Westerville, I wasn't the biggest fan.
But at least I get to make new friends and hopefully now go back to school.
It will be interesting and scary at the same time to start a new school.
I'm just hoping there is not as many homophobic as my other school.
And I hope secretly that they have a glee club.
When we finally settled down, my dad told me that I would be starting at McKinley high school in 2 days' time.
I was ecstatic
Petrified
Anxious
And worried
What if no one liked me?
My dad dropped me off at McKinley high school.
He wished me luck and told me that I have to report to Ms. Pillsbury on the second floor, off the staircase.
I went to Ms. Pillsbury.
She was fairy nice, but quirky and kind of suspicious. She gave me my locker assignment and schedule.
I started to head down the hall to my locker and I look up from my schedule, I see a face of and angel.
He had the most exquisite porcelain skin I've ever seen.
He had beautiful blue, gray, green whatever eyes.
But they were magnificent.
He had perfectly chestnut coifed hair.
Not one hair out of place.
Beautiful posture.
He was a little taller than me.
He was well groomed.
He was talking to two girls when I first saw his gorgeous smile.
He was wearing a red dress shirt with black suspenders.
One was over his shoulder and the other wrapped around his middle area.
He wore a pair of black designer jeans that were really really really tight.
The way that the jeans hugged him perfected and cured my curiosity of his ASSets.
A pair of Doc Marten knee high boots.
He glanced up and smiled at me.
I could have died and went to gay heaven.
It was a week before I got the courage to walk up to him and say anything.
I was on my way to lunch when I saw him by his locker.
Perfect timing.
I walked up to his locker.
As he closed his locker he looked up to me and almost looked scared in a way.
"Hi, I'm new around here. My name is Blaine Anderson"
I held out my hand.
He looked down at my hand and then gave me a sly smile.
"Pleasure to meet you, Kurt Hummel."
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