Summary: A new warbler comes in and causes a stir. Will Kurt and Blaine lose their friendship, or will they find something more?
Blaine's Point of View:
The sun tumbled through the window, illuminating the beautiful warbler practice room with a golden light. The room was decorated with timeless ornate furniture and antiques. There was not a corner of the room that did not scream grace. Until you got to us. Guys all around the room clad in Dalton uniform were yelling and chatting. I saw Thad and Jeff attempting to win at a thumb war. Wes was chasing David all around the room yelling "MR BANGY WILL GET YOOOU!" Until the clock struck 4:30. Wes regained his composure and sat behind the warbler desk followed by a put out David, nursing his head, and a dismayed Thad who had just lost a thumb war.
Wes rapped his gavel three consecutive times on the beautifully smooth mahogany table. I smiled at Kurt who, since joining the Warblers, was trying to gain favour, so was now sitting ramrod straight, listening as Wes rambled on. He is adorable. But I do not like him. At all. Wes spoke about regionals against New Directions and what Katy Perry number to do next. Kurt rolled his bright glasz eyes at that comment, probably due to the fact that inside his head he way screaming WHY NOT LADY GAGA! He was biting his tongue! He was definitely trying to hold in a sarcastic comment. That is what I love about Kurt. As a friend.
Then, something Wes said actually caught my attention. "Today, we are welcoming a new warbler." I sat up intrigued, as did every other boy in the room, all of us turning at exactly the same time to the door. "Please welcome Alan Thorne."
The doors flew open, emitting a light gush of air over everyone in the room, but all of a sudden, I did not care. Woah! The guy standing there was amazing. He had tan skin and piercing green eyes that told a thousand stories. His dark hair was slicked back into a styled yet perfectly unstyled position. He had sculpted muscles and a tight jaw line. The Dalton uniform fitted him perfectly. He flashed a blinding smile and took a seat beside… Kurt. Why Kurt? Now he was smiling at him. And laughing. I decided I had to get to know this new guy better. I felt drawn to him, like a magnet to a… paperclip? Note to self: come up with better similes. I needed to meet this guy.
Kurt's Point of View:
I watched as Blaine openly gawped at the new guy. He was okay, but he was no Blaine. I can't tell anyone that I have a crush on Blaine, though. He is my best friend, and that's all we'll ever be. Plus, he doesn't like me like that. Sure he always flirts with me, but he does that with a lot of people. Sure he always holds my hand but he must do that with a lot of people.
The new guy came in through the doors and sat next to… me! He sat on the burgundy sofa, almost a bit too close to me. "I'm Alan," he said, flashing a smile that reminded me of the Cheshire cat in my favourite book that my mother used to read to me, Alice in Wonderland. My false smile slipped for a moment as I remembered my mother. Her beautiful silky hair and her eyes that could light up a room. I decided that I needed to say something so I said "Yeah, Wes just said that." To my surprise, he burst out laughing. "I'm sorry but I don't believe I cracked a joke," I reminded him.
"I know. But I get the feeling someone is glaring holes into the back of your perfectly styled ,might I add, hair." He replied. I blushed as he complemented my hair. A light pink dusted my cheeks like glitter. I always hated how much I blushed.
I turned around and came face to face with Blaine. He broke the eye contact and gave a shy wave and his wonderfully crooked smile. I smiled back and returned to my conversation. "That's Blaine Anderson, my best friend. I have no idea what was up with the glaring though." We settled down as Wes gave us a steely glare causing Alan and I to cover our mouths with our hands to withhold giggles.
Alan's Point of View:
Once warbler practice was over, I watched as Kurt walked gracefully out of the room after shouting a brisk goodbye over his perfect shoulder. I ran to catch up with him yelling "Kurt, wait up!" He slowed down and eventually came to a halt beside a tall vase filled with the most beautiful blue flowers I have ever seen. They matched his eyes. I stared at his angelic face as his melodic voice rung out with a high "Yes?" I stared at him for a moment, just drinking in his features. His button nose, his glasz eyes, and also the way his cheeks dusted with an adorable pink because of how close we were standing. Suddenly, I felt rather nervous. "Um, I, er was wondering if…. maybe you would like to um come out to get a cup of coffee with me?"
A smirk graced his features at the way I stammered but he agreed and we made our way into the car park. As we were about to get into the car, the annoying Anderson kid from earlier came running up behind us, out of breath and panting. "Hey Kurt and oh hi Alan! What a surprise! I was wondering if maybe you guys would want to accompany me for a cup of coffee at the Lima Bean?" Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kurt roll his eyes but nod eagerly. Something was wrong here. I hesitantly agreed and we got in the car. We talked all the way there. Me and Kurt had a lot in common. We both loved fashion and musicals. I think Blaine might have said some things about them but I can't remember. I can only remember the way Kurt's eyes turned from a light blue to almost green when he was excited….
TBC :P