There he was again.
It was the same guy, I was sure of it. How could I not recognise his beautiful porcelain skin and smooth angelic features, with the chestnut hair perfectly styled above his piercing blue eyes…
I tried not to stare as he jogged past, really I did, but come on the guy was freaking GORGEOUS! I noticed his lips moving slightly, mouthing along to whatever he was listening to on his iPod. I ached to know what his voice sounded like, but I would never know. What were the chances that a guy like that would stop to talk to me? It was the third time I'd seen him jogging around the neighbourhood in the month that I'd lived there, and every time I had stopped and stared but he hadn't so much as glanced my way.
I sighed, and turned back to the letter box that I was in the middle of emptying, when I heard an "Ooft!" and a thump. I turned to look back out towards the road, and saw the jogger in a heap on the floor. He was rubbing his knee, wincing in pain as he did so, and before I could fully comprehend the situation my legs carried me over to him.
It seemed like although my legs knew what they were doing; my mind didn't, so when I got over to the injured man I found myself gawping down at him like a fool. He looked up at me with those ice blue eyes of his, and the confused and slightly shocked glint in them pulled me out of my daydreaming.
"Oh, are you okay? Here," I offered him my hand, and he gladly accepted it, pulling himself up of the curb and brushing down his sweatpants. I tried to control my stuttering heart at the touch of his soft and warm hands, slightly grazed from his fall, but I failed miserably.
"Thanks… I'm such a clutz." He complained, continuing to check himself over. I chuckled at his obvious embarrassment and concern, making him glance up quickly to search me with those eyes of his again. "What?"
"Oh, nothing… You seem very flustered." A blush crept onto his cheeks as I said this, so I decided to try to comfort him. "Don't worry, you look fabulous. You always do."
At this he seemed genuinely surprised and cocking a delicate eyebrow said "Always? You mean you've seen me before?"
Now it was my turn to blush, as I'd just accidentally admitted to watching him before. "Well, I've seen you running past here a few times. I'm new to the neighbourhood and it was a nice sight." I winked at him and flashed him my most charming smile, to which he laughed.
"Well, I'm glad I could entertain you… Um…."
"Blaine." I offered him my hand once more to shake, and he accepted it with a dazzling smile.
"Kurt," he breathed, his eyes meeting mine once more.
After a few seconds we simultaneously pulled our hands apart and glanced away, fully aware that our hands had been clasped for longer than was probably acceptable for two strangers. We stood there awkwardly for another few seconds; apparently neither wanted to leave. Then I remembered him rubbing his knee earlier and his grazed hand, and realised I should probably try to be a little more hospitable to this beautiful man who had just taken a fall virtually on my doorstep.
"Is your leg okay? I have some band-aids and stuff in the house if you need it…?" I tried to ask this without sounding too eager to take him into my home, but from the look he gave me I don't think I succeeded.
"Um, I think I'll be okay. It's not the first time I've tripped while attempting to run in a straight line," he rolled his eyes at himself and I tried not to let my disappointment show on my face. "But maybe I could see you again another time? If that's okay of course, I don't mean to be too forward here or anything…"
"No, no, it's fine." It's freaking AWESOME. "I'd like that a lot." I would LOVE IT. "Perhaps we could get coffee sometime?" And then we can get married and live happily ever after.
"I'm sorry, married? Happily ever after" Kurt looked at me like I was crazy, and I gasped as I realised what I'd just done.
"Oh, God, I said that out loud didn't I… I'm sorry it's just, you're kind of beautiful." I rubbed at the back of my neck as a blush filled Kurt's cheeks, mentally punching myself in the face for my verbal diarrhoea. "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. You probably think I'm some weird creeper who watches you jog and then calls you beautiful… You can leave if you want. I guess I've scared you away now anyway."
"Don't worry, Blaine, it's fine." He smiled shyly, "I've never been called beautiful before."
"What? How is that even possible?"
He shrugged lightly, before looking up at me from beneath his long eyelashes, "You're not so bad yourself either."
My heart literally stopped beating for a second when Kurt looked at me like that and said those words… Is this man even real? "So, can I get your number? Then we can arrange coffee or something."
"Sure, coffee or something." He grinned at me before reciting his number. I put it in my phone before sending him a message so he could get mine, and we finally said our goodbyes.
"So I guess I'll see you later?" He asked shyly, looking at me from under his eyelashes again.
"I can't wait."
He jogged off and I had to clench my fists and bite my lip in order to prevent myself from letting out a squeal of excitement and doing a victory dance right there on the pavement. I skipped back into my house, (yes, literally skipped) and went immediately to text Wes and tell him all about the beautiful jogger.
A/N: Wow I haven't updated anything in a long time… My life is ridiculously busy at the moment and I have had virtually no time to myself in the past few weeks. But it's almost the summer holiday so I should get more time soon!
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