I'm back with chapter four. This chapter will also be in Blaine's point of view. Enjoy...or don't, that's cool too.
PS: I own nothing but my OCs and my idea.
Disclaimer: Any mistakes are my own and I apologize for them.
Warning: I do not know Blaine's parents' names so I am making some up. If anyone knows their names, feel free to let me know. Carry on. : )

Recap: Brandon and Blaine were sitting in his room, talking so Blaine could forget about Kurt and Darren. Brandon gives Blaine his number so that he can remind him when he comes over before school the next day. Brandon went home after his parents came back home and Blaine realized from his room he could see right into Brandon's room. Blaine sees Brandon without his shirt on and they end up talking until they both went to bed, both telling each other to have sweet dreams.

Something Like You

My alarm went off at 5:45 and I dragged myself out of my bed, down the hall to my bathroom and took care of my morning routine. Ten minutes later, I walked back to my room, feeling refreshed, and began to get dressed in my school uniform. I fixed my tie, grabbed my bag and sent Brandon a text message.

Hey, I'm going to be heading over in a few minutes. -Blaine

I made sure my hair was in place, repeatedly, before I felt my phone vibrate against my leg.

Alright. I'll be at the door in a few minutes. -B.C

I smiled, grabbed my keys and headed out the door. My parents were still fast asleep, probably because they don't go to work until after seven. I walked over to Brandon's house and was met at the door by Brandon. "Morning, Blaine."

"Morning. Why aren't you in uniform?"

"Nice to see you, too."

"Oh. Sorry." I clutched my bag for dear life, hoping I didn't screw anything up.

"Haha. I'm just messing with you. I was waiting for you to help me with the whole uniform. Come on." Brandon grabbed my hand and led me up to his room, my heart racing the entire time. We got to Brandon's room and it looked a lot nicer than it did from my room. "I'll be back in a second." I just nodded and looked around Brandon's room while he was changing. It wasn't really homey-feeling yet but with a little help he could get there. "Is this all on right, Blaine?" I turned around to see Brandon in the Dalton uniform and I can safely say that he, well, rocked it. Navy blue was definitely his color and the red piping was the perfect touch.

"Where's your tie?"

"That's kind of why I was waiting for you. It's been forever since I've put on a tie. Kenley always ends up fixing it for me. Would you mind helping me?"

"Uh, sure." I put my bag down on his bed and closed the gap between us, taking his tie in my hands and properly tying it. "Perfect." I went to pull away, to save my sanity and to keep my pants clean but Brandon had other ideas. "Something wrong, Brandon?"

"Not at all." Brandon kept moving closer and looked as if he was going to kiss me. Surely, I wouldn't argue but I had no idea if he was gay or not. He was about a millimeter away from my face, close enough for me to smell his toothpaste, when there was a knock at the door.

"Honey? You awake."

Brandon said 'shit' quietly to himself and backed away. "Yeah, Mom, I'm up."

"Good. You can take the car if you'd like. Your father and I are waiting for the rental car and it comes at ten."

"Alright, thanks Mom." Brandon looked back at me and I could tell he was either deeply apologetic or thoroughly confused. "I'll be right back. Then I'll take us to school. Okay?" I just nodded and watched Brandon practically run to his bathroom, shutting the door quickly. I grabbed my bag and proceeded to clutch at it as if it was the only thing keeping me on the ground. I heard the bathroom door open and looked to see Brandon looking rather distressed.

"Are you alright, Brandon?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Brandon hurried to grab his watch, bag and shoes, turning his attention back to me once he was done. "Ready?" I looked down at my own watch and noticed that it was only a little after six.

"Calm down, you're shaking."

"I'm fine, honest." I watched him trip over a box and rushed over to catch him, catching him just in time.

"Whoa, calm down. Here, sit." I sat him down on his bed and put his stuff behind him. "Relax, okay?" I tilted his chin so he was looking at me and the look in his eyes set something off inside me. I quickly apologized and before he could say anything, I kissed him. Within seconds, Brandon was responding with an intensity I hadn't experienced before. I heard footsteps and pulled away, not wanting to get caught by any of Brandon's family. "I'm-" Brandon kissed me on the cheek and smiled.

"Thank you. I feel much better."

"But I thought you weren't gay?"

"Are you kidding me? Of course I'm gay. I thought you would have been able to tell, seeing as you're also gay."

"I thought you were, yeah, but you honestly looked too good to be gay."

"Too good? Wow, thanks Blaine. No one has ever said that about me."

"I don't know why, it's true."

"Thanks, Blaine. You're very good looking, too." I blushed and looked down.

"Thanks." I saw Brandon move closer, out of the corner of my eye, lift my chin up and kiss me. As the kiss progressed, I felt myself getting light-headed from the lack of oxygen so I, very unwillingly, pulled away. I smiled and laughed nervously. "We should go; don't want to be late for your first day." Brandon put on his watch and shoes, stood up and offered me his hand.

"Yeah, we should." I took his hand and he walked us to the door. "There is one thing, though, Blaine."

"What's that?"

"Clearly, I'm interested in you but since we just met yesterday it wouldn't be a good idea for us to start dating." I nodded, knowing full well he was right. "But," He started, wrapping his arms around my waist which made me wrap my arms around his neck. "I would really like to date you. So, maybe, in a few weeks I could take you out on a real date. What do you say?" I thought about his question, long and hard.

"I'd really like that. I have a question, though."

"What's that?"

"Do I get to steal kisses from you?" He smiled and kissed me.

"Of course you can." I smiled, suddenly feeling like today was going to be awesome. "We should get going." I nodded and watched as Brandon picked up his forgotten bag. He gave me one more kiss, a long one where I could feel him nip at my lip which made my pants shrink in size. When he pulled away he smiled, kissed my forehead and led me downstairs to get the keys from his mom. Kurt, eat your heart out.

-FIN-

That's if for this chapter. I apologize for the fizzly ending. Unless you didn't think it was fizzly, then no apology needed. As a side note, if you had any troubles imagining what Brandon looks like, I see him being a cross between Cam Gigandet and Lee DeWyze. Hot? Yes, I'm aware. Hope you enjoyed it, to some degree at least. Reviews are appreciated and the next chapter will be out soon.