History dragged on, listening to Ms Denning preach about the Russian Civil War was not my ideal Monday morning but I got over it. The only thing that got me through was laying a plan of attack for Blaine. It took almost the full hour to devise a fool proof plan; one that would have him on his back before the end of the week.

'Blaine,' I stopped him just after first period on his way to English, grabbing him by the elbows and dragging him out of the river of students.

'What's up Kurt?'

There was that gorgeous smile again.

'Fancy coming around to my house tonight so we can work on the project Ms Dennings set?'

'Oh sure, what time?'

'Straight after school? I wanna try and get this done as soon as possible.' I wasn't just talking about the assignment, but he didn't need to know that. My face struggled to keep its composer. Blaine looked so adorable and gorgeous and I just wanted to kiss that goofy grin off his sun kissed body.

'Sounds great!' He made to turn away but halted immediately, turning back so that I could ogle his face once more. 'I forgot to ask, where do you live?'

'Oh, don't worry about that, I can take you.'

'Great. I'll meet you outside at quarter past three?'

'Yes you will.'

Phase One complete.

I gave myself a metaphorical pat on the back and made my way to second period.

It was quarter past three on the dot and, as promised, Blaine was waiting outside McKinley, his moisturised hands grasping at his leather messenger bag.

'What's the word Hummingbird?' I asked from behind.

As anticipated Blaine nearly leapt out of his skin; his bag almost took a swan dive off his muscular shoulder and he made a high-pitched squeal that only dogs would hear.

Blaine swiftly span on the spot and stared at me with shocked eyes – he could have been the poster boy for a rabbit in the headlights. 'Oh my God… You're not going to make a habit of that are you?'

It took all my strength to suppress the thunderous laughter was forcing its way up my throat.

'Come on, let's get this show on the road.'

I grabbed him by the elbow and steered him towards the front gate. He was hot and I'm not just talking about his perfect body and flawless face. Heat emanated from that tanned skin and was absorbed by my palms. I retracted immediately – if I was going to pluck that flower from his bed of purity, sweaty palms was not the way to go.

We walked in silence. I wasn't quite sure what the protocol for this was – my afterschool activities don't usually involve talking. My confusion must have shown as, once we left school grounds, Blaine let out more of those smooth, silky notes.

'How come you never talk to anyone at school?'

'Excuse me?'

I was not expecting that. Of all the topics he could have chosen to talk about, why did it have to be that?

'I didn't mean to cause you any distress, I was just wondering... I noticed you sat on your own at lunch and I never see you in the hallway talking to anyone. I dunno, I just thought it was strange. At my old school, everyone knew everyone and we we're all friends. No one ever sat alone at lunch. I just don't get it.'

'It's just the way this school works I guess.'

'What do you mean?'

God he was a persistent one.

'Look Blaine, McKinley is not like those schools you see on tv where everyone is nice to everyone and we all get on. Here, if you're different you're no one. You won't have any friends. No one will talk to you or sit next to you at lunch because they don't want to be social pariah.'

'What makes you different?' His words – laced with confusion – mirrored his face. He looked so adorable like this. Why was perplexed puppy such a good look?

We were walking so slow by now – I thought we'd never make it to my house with enough time for me to fully complete my ritual.

'I'm a drug dealer in my spare time.'

'Really?'

'No you idiot, I'm gay.'

'Oh.'

That certainly silenced him. I couldn't tell if he was regretting his choice of partner right now or if he was just deep in thought – his face showed evidence of neither; there was no inner turmoil to be spotted; there was no subtle exit; there were no lame excuses like 'I forgot I have to go walk my dog.' This was a good sign? Maybe now he won't be so surprised when I jump his bones.

'Do you have a problem with that?' I asked, hoping that he was different to the rest of Lima, Ohio.

'What? No! Why would i?'

'I dunno, maybe because everyone else in this town takes homophobia to the extreme?' This line of questioning was making me angry. I really needed to change topic or I'll ever be able to deflower my precious Cherry Blossom.

'Maybe I came to the wrong town after all…'

'What?' I was truly lost. Was he trying to tell me he was gay? Was he just not okay with homophobia? Was he bullied? Is that why he transferred this late into the year? Maybe I was reading too far into this.

'Um, I'm gay too.'

I KNEW IT. Well, I hoped at least. Other wise I don't think he would have taken too kindly to me removing his clothes and writing out the whole of Pride and Prejudice on his sculpted physique. My plan was going to go a lot smoother than expected now I knew he was gaybie.

Okay, be calm. Keep it cool Hummel, you've got him right where you want him. Don't screw it up now or you'll have to go back to Scandals and let Jamie relight your fire. That was not going to happen, not after last time.

The rest of our journey was pretty mundane: Blaine kicked a pebble down the street, mumbling nonsensicals about, well, everything really and I entertained myself, listening to my conscience sing a flawless rendition of Up. Those girls really are perfect – if I weren't as gay as Elton John I'd be singing a whole different tune whilst watching their music videos.

As usual, The Saturdays did the trick; we were at my house before I could even remember why I asked Blaine to accompany me home tonight.

'This is it,' I declared, turning off and leading us down my driveway.

'You have a lovely house, how long have you lived here?'

'All my life,' I explained, opening the door and beckoning my soon-to-be lover into my hallway.

'Oh wow, you must have had quite the childhood.' Those simple words brought back all the memories I fought hard to repress some 2 years ago. I felt almost numb reminiscing on my past – It was buried deep into my memory for a reason. Why did he have to be so talkative?

I simply ignored his comment.

We rid ourselves of our shoes and bags and Blaine followed me upstairs to my love dungeon. Um, my bedroom. I mean my bedroom.

'After you,' I instructed, dramatically sweeping my arm in the direction of my room.

He did as he was told, eyeing my large room. 'So this is where the magic happens?' He asked as his hazel orbs scanned my bookshelf, my double bed, my vast collection of mirrors.

'So this is where the magic happens?'

'Oh, you have no idea.'

His innocence is so adorable.

I watched as he ran his fingers along the broken spines of my battered books and stop at Wuthering Heights. He traced out the letters of the title before speaking a word. 'Hey, listen,' he requested before turning around to face me. 'I'm sorry about earlier… If I made you uncomfortable, you know, about your past.'

This boy would not shut up. Does he not know there is an auth of silence in my bedroom? The only noises allowed are accompanied by a floor of clothing and ruffled sheets. God I really knew how to pick them.

I'm not sure which one of my features showed my frustration but he seemed to get the message loud and clear.

'It was incredibly rude of me. I shouldn't have.' He finished.

'Oh shut up and kiss me,' I demanded. My voice was low and husky. I was done talking. It was time for Phase Two.

'I'm sorry?' He asked with curious eyes. His face was calm and collected considering my last words to him.

I couldn't bear to look at him with that expression plastered across his silken face, so I decided to implement Phase Two; it was now or never.

I walked up to him at such a pace he had no opportunity to step back or question my motives. My hands reached out to encase his face with my ghostly skin and pulled his lips to mine. He responded immediately, kissing back with almost as much ferocity as myself. Blaine tasted passionately with his tongue and I reacted by opening my mouth with a low moan. His mouth was so warm, I could almost taste the heat radiating down the back of my throat with every breath he took. His tongue was skilful in comparison to my previous conquests'. He was like an artist, fully utilising his equipment when it really mattered.

Suddenly Blaine pulled away as if he's been stung. We were still inches apart with our faces close enough for me to steal another kiss.

'Wait, wait, you don't even know me?' He queried through heavy pants and widened pupils.

'I like it better that way,' I retorted quickly before crashing our lips together once more so that he was clear I was done talking. My lips caressed his with such intensity I had no time to notice the soft surface, or his hauntingly gorgeous scent he'd dabbed on that elegant neck of his. The air was filled with Blaine's presence and I hid my lust-blown eyes with half-heavy lids. If I opened them now I know I'd forget about the enjoyment of what we were about to do; I'd get lost in my hormones and forget about my pre-coitus rituals.

Before it came to that, I heard an audible pop and Blaine's mouth was gone. Again. My body immediately mourned the loss and let out a shallow whimper.

He fought beneath my vice tight grip but lost. I held him tight, willing him to let me continue. I received no such luck.

'Well I don't. I'm not going to give myself to someone I met 7 hours ago. You can forget it Kurt.'

'Oh come on, loosen up,' I begged, running one hand through his well gelled hair, attempting to drag his permission out of him with every stroke. My lustful eyes found his, locking in a fierce gaze. My other hand slipped down his back, resting on the boy's small hip.

Blaine jerked away. 'No. No. I can't.' He mumbled. 'I can't have sex with you. I won't.'