Kurt couldn't sleep that night.
Everytime he closed his eyes, he was seeing the image of the young handsome boy he met earlier that day. "A chevalier with a blazer" he whispered into the night. His heart started beating faster with that thought. What was happening to him? He couldn't understand. And he didn't try to figure out. Just stared to the ceiling, thinking about those eyes filled with joy. Towards the morning, he fell asleep.
The very same night, Blaine was turning side to side on his bed too, but because of a completely different reason. Although he was a heavy sleeper, somehow he was becoming insomniac. "What the hell is wrong with me?"he muttered angrily. He was seeing the same dream ever since he turned seventeen. A tall, graceful woman with those gorgeous blue eyes. She was staring at him, smiling, calling his name but he was pretty sure that he hadn't met that woman before. Everytime he had this dream, he was waking up and never be able to go back to sleep again. But someting was different this time.
Suddenly, something snapped in his mind. How couldn't he see that before? "But how?" he thought. The boy he met in the morning... Kurt. He had the same eyes with the woman in his dreams. He shook his head, puzzled. No, there were millions of people out there who had the same eye colour. But the same light, same warm look? "Ok, I'm losing it. I really have to sleep. It's just my imagination". He buried his curly head into the pillows and closed his eyes. But he couldn't help himself thinking about Kurt. And the woman in his dreams.
When he woke up, he decided to call Kurt. He had to see him again. He had to look into those eyes carefully.
Blaine was trying to find an acceptable reason to call Kurt. "You can't call him for just to say hi. You've just met. You're not even friends. But then, why it feels like you've known him? Why did you hold his hand seconds after you introduced yourselves? Blaine, what is wrong with you, you're not that kind of man!" he said desperately to his reflection on the mirror. As he was trying to fix his red striped tie, he felt a buzz in his pocket. He slided the phone without looking at the name. When he heard the gentle yet sad voice of Kurt, his heart stopped beating for a moment.
The angelic boy was in trouble. His voice was like he was trapped. Without thinking, he ran to his car. On his way to Kurt's school, his chest was full of anger and desperation. Kurt was trusting him. The boy he met only a few days ago. In deep inside, somehow he was trusting him too. He was different, caring, delicate like a porcelain bird. Pure. "Why he sounded so sad? What happened to him?" he thought.
Kurt's first kiss was stolen. As the fair boy was looking at the tip of his shoes with flushed cheeks, Blaine felt like he was going to die. "How come this starry-eyed creature making me feel this way?" He held his chin and made Kurt look at him. As their eyes met, Blaine was sure. Same look. Same colour. Without a doubt. Suddenly, Kurt turned. "There he is. Karofsky."
Blaine took a deep breath and turned his had to the direction Kurt was looking. A tall, muscular boy with a strong jaw line was coming towards them. He felt a sudden urge to protect Kurt, no matter what.
Blaine tried to keep his cool. As Karofsky pushed him to the fence with a minacious look on the face, he clenched his fists. No. He was not going to solve this thing with violence. He was not going to get into a fight in front of Kurt. Then, something unexpected happened. Kurt, fragile Kurt attacked the taller boy. "Leave us alone!" he screamed. "Us..." he murmured to himself, watching Kurt in bewilderment.
Karofsky left. Kurt was shaking, trying to control the tears in his eyes. He sat to the stairs, his chest was filled with all those emotions: Anger, misery.. He tilted his had to look at Blaine.
"Until yesterday I had never been kissed or at least one that counted."
Blaine smiled. There were millions of things he wanted to say. He wanted to relieve him. He opened his mouth, words poured:
"Come on, I'll buy you lunch."