Disclaimer: I still don't own Glee or Scott Pilgrim. Don't get your hopes up.

Note: people also asked what outfit I imagined Kurt in when Blaine first sees him. The picture I used for reference was the one of Chris Colfer in a red cardigan, using a scooter around the Glee film lot. Just google Glee BTS pics, and I'm sure you'll find it somewhere.

Again, all chapters previous to 4 were revised/edited. I suggest you reread those. This has been a PSA.

Now, onto the chapter, yes?

Sorry I was late," Blaine muttered, keeping his voice low as he and Jeremiah passed by the librarian. "I overslept."

Jeremiah chuckled, rounding the corner towards the biographies section. "It's fine!" He told his boyfriend, smiling at him from over his shoulder. "Really. The important thing is that you're here now!"

Blaine smiled back sheepishly. "Haha, yeah, I guess…" He looked around the library with wary eyes. "This is so weird," He added, shifting the huge pile of books he was carrying for Jeremiah.

"What, being in a public library?" the freshman perused through the shelves of bios, pulling a few out every so often and adding them to the stack in Blaine's hands.

"Yeah, I haven't been in one since middle school. Dalton has a library on campus, just for its students."

"Wow, your library must be really nice," Jeremiah said, taking a biography of James Madison off the shelves and giving it to Blaine. "Our school library's being renovated, so we all have to use this one. But I'm pretty sure that we've been using this library for a while now, since ours was so poorly stocked. I even heard our princi-… Umm, Blaine?"

The Warbler had frozen in his tracks, eyes glued to the librarian's desk at the front of the building. A boy was handing the librarian a set of car keys.

A boy wearing a red cardigan…

A familiar-looking boy…

Blaine gasped. "The scooter guy from my dreams!" He breathed.

Beside him, Jeremiah narrowed his eyes. He turned to look at the thing his boyfriend was so fixated on. "Do you know that guy?"

Blaine didn't answer. Instead, he dropped the books he'd been holding on the ground, not even flinching as they hit the floor with a loud smack. The boy in the red cardigan turned and walked towards the door, where Blaine could see a gleaming scooter propped against the frame. He was about to leave.

But the boy couldn't leave. Blaine had to meet him. The Warbler ran, hand stretched out to prevent him from departing. He was so close…

A faint voice reached his ear; a voice that seemed to come from a great distance. "Blaine…"

So close…Blaine could practically feel the soft fabric of the cardigan. Just a little further… almost there…almost-

"BLAINE!"

Blaine blinked, snapping back to reality. Around him stood his fellow Warblers, all staring with worried expressions. The brunette was confused- wasn't he at the library with Jeremiah?

"…You only sang one note." David deadpanned. "For the entire song."

"..it was…uh…I thought I'd give the other Warblers a chance to sing solo?"

Behind him, Wes sighed. "Is your boyfriend," the sarcasm in his voice was so thick, you could cut it with a knife. "distracting you with his fanboying?"

"My boyfri-" Blaine whirled around to see Jeremiah sitting in the corner; the same place he'd sat when he'd first come to visit.

"Sorry," Jeremiah blushed. "I'll be quiet."

The Warbler was totally lost. Was Jeremiah mad at him for dropping as his books? No, the boy was smiling- good sign, right. But when did they get back from the library? The last thing he remembered was chasing after that boy…did he ever catch him? What happened?

David's voice took him from his thoughts. "Okay guys, let try this song again. And, Blaine- get it together, man. Now."

"Where are we going?" Blaine asked, squinting in the darkness to make out the outlines' of his friends. He, Jeff, Nick, Wes, and David had snuck out the back window of their dormitory- the window every Dalton student used to sneak out, since it led right into the small forest behind their school. Beyond the forest was path that brought them right into the center of the city.

"We're going to that party," Nick replied excitedly, falling back to let Blaine catch up with him.

"It's at Lauren's," Jeff added over his shoulder.

Blaine stopped dead and gaped at David. "We're going to your ex's?" He cried. "The same girl who broke your arm? Are you insane?"

David glared at him as they reached the path. "Hey, I don't wanna go either, but Lauren invited every glee club in the area, and it's a great place to size up the competition. We gotta go."

Blaine sighed and began to move again, trudging behind his friends reluctantly. "But I hate going to Lauren's parties! Aww, mmaa…"

"…aann, this party sucks!" Jeff nodded sympathetically as Blaine continued to groan beside him. They watched the other party-goes in silence, taking a sip of their drinks every so often.

"Ugh," Blaine muttered. "I'm so bored." He handed his drink to Jeff and headed towards the stairs. "I'm gonna go pee, just for something to do."

The Warbler maneuvered through the crowd, making his way towards the staircase. Sitting on the bottom step was a guy wearing a parka vest and thick glasses, his curly afro bent over a videogame. He looked up as Blaine reached him, an oily grin on his face. "Hey, Blaine. Some party, huh? How's your sister? She miss me?"

"Jacob, Rachel filed a restraining order against you last year. I highly doubt she misses you." Blaine moved to step over him onto the stairs, but a thought crossed his mind that made him stop. "Wait… you know everyone, right?"

Jacob Ben Israel pushed his glasses further up his nose and shrugged. "Yeah, pretty much. Why?" A girl wearing a bright red dress came walking down the stairs, and Blaine grabbed her by the wrist and showed her to him.

"Do you know this one guy with a cardigan in this color?"

Jacob nodded. "Yeah, dude. Kurt Hummel. Heard he was gonna come tonight, actually." He grinned and waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "You have the hots for him? I heard he's hardcore."

Blaine didn't answer. Instead, he pushed past Jacob and walked up the stairs, craning his neck around in desperation. A flash of red caught his eye, stopping him in his tracks.

The mysterious boy (Kurt, was it?), still decked in the red cardigan and thin tie, was standing in line for the bathroom, scrutinizing his nails and fixing his perfectly coiffed hair every so often. Blaine made a beeline for him, narrowly missing a collision with a couple of drunken cheerleaders. He reached the bathroom line and smiled, catching the boy by surprise.

"Hi, I'm Blaine."

The boy looked him over from head to toe, then turned away. "Kurt."

The Warbler's confidence wasn't shaken. "What's up?"

"Nothing." Kurt's voice was laced with boredom and disinterest, but Blaine decided to give it one more shot.

"So, did you know that the word 'karaoke' is made up of two Japanese words, 'kara' meaning 'empty', and 'oke', which is the word for 'orchestra'."

"Wow," Kurt replied monotonously. "How intriguing."

Blaine hesitated. "…so yeah, like in karaoke bars, when you-" Kurt turned and gave him a withering look that made the words coming out of his mouth fade away. He stared blatantly at the fashionable boy in front of him before swallowing thickly and taking a step back. "I'll leave you alone forever, now."

"Thanks."

Blaine continued to stalk Kurt for the rest of the night.

As soon as he saw Kurt walk out the front door, Blaine ran back to where Jeff was standing, still holding the two drinks. "Shit, man, I thought I lost you or something! That must've been a freaking long pee, cuz-"

"Jeff, he's real!" Blaine interrupted his friend, ignoring the cup Jeff was trying to hand him. The blonde furrowed his brow.

"Who's real?"

"Kurt Hummel." Awe was evident in Blaine's tone as he spoke the name almost reverently.

Suddenly, Lauren Zizes, still wearing her smock, appeared. Beside her stood David, eyeing her warily in case she decided to snap his arm in half again. "What about Kurt Hummel?" she asked, arms crossed.

"You know him?" Blaine asked, incredulous.

"Hey," David added. "Didn't you say that he just broke up with his boyfriend, Lauren?"

Blaine's eyes bugged. "Did he really?"

David continued. "And that they had this huge fight?"

"Did they really?"

Lauren glared at her ex-boyfriend, who immediately moved his hands behind his back. "Yes, David, but I didn't want Blaine to know that!" The Warbler didn't appear to have heard her.

"I can't believe you know him, Laur. This is great! I mean, I dunno what it is about him, but-"

"No." Lauren cut him off, pointing her finger in his face. "Absolutely not. I forbid you to hit on Kurt, Anderson. I don't care that you haven't had a date since you had your heart's ass kicked by-"

"Hey, no," Jeff interjected, pointing at Blaine. "His mourning period is officially over now. Blaine's totally dating a freshman!"

Lauren huffed. "Jeff, that is a mourning period. Kurt's way too good for him."

David nodded thoughtfully. "You know, maybe she's right, Blaine." He said, glancing at his friend. "Maybe he's out of your league?"

Blaine glared at him. "Shut up, dude. You're just agreeing with her cuz you're terrified she'll break you in half."

"Jacob!"

Jacob Ben Israel turned at the sound of his name being called, only to see Blaine standing behind him, a determined look on his face. "Yeah?"

"What do you know about Kurt Hummel?"

The gossip mongrel racked his brain. "All I know is that he moved here from New York."

"Wow."

"Yeah," Jacob looked around the room and spotted two girls standing in the corner, drinks in hand. "Hey," he said, pointing them out to Blaine. "If you wanna know more, go ask Suzy and Becky. They know more about him than-"

Blaine was gone before he could even finish the sentence.

"Jacob's friends!"

The two girls stopped talking and looked at Blaine, confused. "Who are you?" Suzy asked.

Blaine didn't answer. "What do you know about Kurt Hummel?"

Becky shrugged. "I head he has a boyfriend,"

Suzy nodded. "Yeah, left him back in New York. Long distance relationship, I think." Blaine sighed, exasperated.

"Is that all you know?"

"..Yeah." Suzy replied. "But try asking around. There's gotta be more people who know-"

He was gone before she could finish the sentence.

"What do you know about Kurt Hummel?"

"I heard he kicks all kinds of ass…"

"Total fashionista…"

"His dad owns that awesome new car repair shop, Hummel Autos? He'll fix your car up, then return your keys that day, service is crazy fast…"

"Dude, you like him? Man, good luck…"

"He's, like, so hardcore. It's totally crazy…"

"I hear his last boyfriend was this world-famous singer, but then Kurt dumped HIM. Can you believe that?"

"He's got guys dying at his feet and shit. You don't wanna mess with him.."

"You couldn't score him in a bajillion years…"

"BLAINE!"

The Warbler jumped as Lauren once, again, popped up out of nowhere. "I said I forbid you to even think about Kurt!"

Blaine shrugged. "Yeah, but I don't know what it is about him! It's like, I'm drawn to him or-"

"Out of your league, Anderson!"

The door swung open and hit the wall with a loud crack as Trent stumbled into the dorm room, blazer unbuttoned and tie askew. "Guess who's druuuuuuuuuuuuuunk?"

Blaine sighed and doesn't even bother sitting up on his bed. "I'm guessing you are?" he replied, staring at the ceiling.

Trent made his way to his bed and flopped own on his back, feet dangling off the edge. "You guess right!" he cried, attempting to give his roommate a big smile, but ended up grinning at the wall instead. "Blonde-Blaine and I went to the bar two blocks away, and this nice guy in really tight jeans keep buying us drinks." He hiccupped, then burst out laughing. "It was awesome…"

Blaine turned on his side to look at his friend, who was flipping over to lie on his stomach. "So, there's this guy…"

The other boy pulled himself up the bed using his sheets, working his way to his pillow. "Hmm," he answered, snuggling down. "Guy. Okay."

"I had a dream about him…" Blaine continued. "Then I saw him at the library…"

Trent raised his finger as if asking for permission to speak. "Can I pretend this is about something that interests me?"

He ignored him. "So, I'm at this party, and hey! There he is…"

"There he is…" The intoxicated young man echoed. Blaine fell silent, thinking deeply.

"I…I think he might be the One."

Trent grunted in acknowledgement, drifting in and out of consciousness. "Uh huh…the One. You mean, just like all the other 'One's?" Blaine glared at him, but the boy was already knocked out.

'Baby, you're not alone…cuz you're here with me. And nothing's ever gonna bring us down, cuz-'

"Hello?"

"You're thinking of juggling two guys? Are you insane?"

Blaine gaped at the phone. "What? Rachel- No! Not even! Who told you that?"

"Trent."

"He's not even conscious!" On the other end of the line, Rachel clicked her tongue.

"You're becoming quite the man-whore down there, Blaine. I can't wait to tell Mom. Bye!"

"Wait, Rach, it's not like that! It's-" The dial tone rang in his ear, and Blaine groaned, frustrated. "Trent!" He exclaimed, whirling around to glare at the sleeping boy next to him. "How the hell did you do that?"

Trent merely gave a loud snore.

"TRENT!"

"Suzy" and "Becky" were Suzy Pepper and Becky Jackson, by the way. Just a little fun fact.

Chapter Four, coming soon!