A/N: Okay so I'm super excited! I wasn't thinking anyone would even see my story, let alone alert it. Please, keep alerting, reviewing, whatever. I'd be happy to reply to anything. THANKYOU for reading! On to the Klaine!
All throughout Spanish class, Kurt kept glancing at the new kid Blaine, subliminally memorizing Blaine's beautiful face, not daring to look up from it, afraid that he'd disappear. He knew it was absolutely ridiculous. Not only did he just meet him, Blaine seemed to be everything he wasn't. Blaine had dark, curly hair, (his hair had been gelled back but a couple curls were left stray on his face) and everything about him screamed tall, (well not really tall but he seemed to make up his height with the way he walked and presented himself, as if he owned any and every room he honored with his presence) dark, and handsome. He was the dark prince every girl dreamed of; the problem was that Kurt was now one of the "every girls," and Kurt was never an "every girl." At least, that's what he told himself. He even told himself that when he was dying of love for one Finn Hudson. But after his dad and their mom got married, he was pushed, officially, into becoming only a friend, only just someone in Finn's eyes because well, he became his stepbrother and that'd be weird… Anyway, he'd vowed to be himself he'd never let anyone drive him to normalcy again, even if it meant following his pride, instead of his heart once in awhile. Looking at Blaine, he knew this wasn't going to go well. So, with his pride guiding each step he took out of that classroom; his pride making him not look at those gorgeous and beautiful hazelnut eyes that had already imprinted on his brain. But of course, he soon heard Blaine behind him, clearly not getting that he was trying to avoid him.
"Hey Kurt, wait up!" Blaine yelled, trying to match the fast pace of the porcelain boy.
"Hey Blaine…." Kurt replied, trying not to look into Blaine's eyes. He knew that if he'd look in those soul-searching eyes, there'd be no turning back. He'd read every gay romance novel in the history of gay novels, and he knew that once he looked at those eyes again… he'd want to do some things he'd seriously regret, even if Blaine wasn't gay; but, when he wasn't looking at Blaine's eyes, his eyes started to wander to different parts of Blaine like his shoulders. His shoulders looked strong and Kurt desperately wanted to grasp them, and desperately use them to his advantage. So, Blaine had to make the conscious decision to sacrifice looking at his eyes. And with that sacrifice, a new sense of warmth hit Kurt, hard.
"Do you have lunch with me at 11?" A spark of light flew across Blaine's eyes and something of a look between a boy on Christmas morning and a teenager after he bought his first car spread across his face. But, as fast as it came, it went, and Blaine seemed to gain his composure in an instant, still waiting for Kurt's answer.
"Yeah, I do." Kurt whispered back, and stopped because he had unfortunately reached his designated class.
"Great, I'll see you then. You know, I'm really glad I met you. I probably would still be desperately looking for my classroom." Blaine slid his hand on Kurt's shoulder and stared at him for a second, before saying, "I gotta run to my next class. See you at lunch?"
"Of course!" yelled Kurt as Blaine ran, like an idiot, to his next class. "Oh boy… I'm screwed…" Kurt thought as he mentally kicked himself for being late to his next class. But he knew deep down that it was worth it. Even being with Blaine for a second had proved to Kurt that this boy would change everything. He was sure of it.