A/N: This was a cute idea I had. I hope you enjoy. If you like this one, please check out my completed fic, Secret Admirer! ;)

Chapter 11- Post It Notes

Kurt Hummel walked into the girls' bathroom with a sigh, as he set his backpack on the floor. He glanced at his reflection in the mirror, and grimaced when he saw the red slushy stain on his white button-up Gucci shirt. He leaned down to pull a clean shirt from his bag, knowing he has to do this almost daily. Making his way to an unoccupied stall, he closed the door and unbottoned his shirt, and slipped on the clean one. He put his stained, dirty shirt into a plastic bag and walked out, heading for the sinks to wash his hands. He stopped short when he noticed a small pink sticky note on the wall next to the mirror, and peered closer to read what was written on it.

"Kurt, let's play a game...all over school I have posted these notes for you to come find me...each one will have the next destination on it. Go to your locker. I need you to find me, because when you DO, I have something for you...;)"

Kurt was baffled. What the...?! Who IS this?! He looked at the note again, taking it off the wall, and didn't recognize the handwriting...Who am I supposed to find?! Why would they want to play a game with ME?! What...what if it's Dave...Kurt frowned. He didn't think it was Dave...why would Karofsky do something like THIS? It didn't make sense. So Kurt took that chance, and with a smile, he hoisted his bag back up onto his shoulder as he exited the bathroom. The hallways were empty, everyone already in their respective class, and he headed for his locker. As he turned the combination lock to open it, he finally got it open, and there inside his locker door was indeed, another note.

This yellow one read, "Good, Kurt! Now go outside...and find the next one under the bleachers...And hurry! I'm getting impatient! P.S. Your eyes are mesmerizing...:)"

Kurt ran towards the double doors, leading outside behind the school, his heart racing at the thought that someone liked him. He headed for the track, knowing exactly where those bleachers were. He ducked his head as he walked underneath them to find the next note...I wonder who likes me...I hope it's Blaine...Kurt thought, still searching. But why would someone like HIM...popular with the other Cheerios...swim team...like someone like ME? I'm in glee club, bottom of the social food chain...Kurt sighed and paused, thinking about the beautiful boy. He has liked Blaine Anderson since he transfered here last year from Dalton. During his English and Math classes he found himself oogling from afar...getting lost in his honey orbs and watched the way his plump, pink lips moved when the teacher called upon him to answer a specific math problem...Kurt often found himself licking his own lips...

Finally, in his peripheral vision, he saw a bright orange note, and he grinned, heading for it.

"I find myself staring at you in one of my classes...I can't stop...you're so beautiful, it hurts to look at you. Next go to the cafeteria, the last table in the very back right corner...underneath you'll find it. Good luck! ;)"

Kurt's face turned beet red, and he looked around, even though he knew no one could see him. A small smile formed his lips, and he rushed off to head for the cafeteria. Upon entering the cafeteria, there were only a couple of students appearing to be studying...some of them goofing off, throwing paper airplanes...a distraught Cheerio sat at a table, scrolling through her phone, with tears streaming down her cheeks...

Kurt shrugged, and headed for the last table, in the back right corner. He sat down, looking around before looking under the table, only to see a blue sticky note. He tore it off the bottom of the table and cleared his throat as he read it.

"Your lips look so delicious...kissable...I want to kiss you every second of every day...can I? Auditorium, please, Kurt...hurry! ;)"

Kurt gulped, standing up slowly as he felt his legs seemed to be wobbly, but walked steadily to the auditorium, feeling his heartbeat beating erractically throughout his whole body. He licked his lips, and took a deep breath. He opened the door, peeked inside, but found no one. He scrunched his eyebrows, and walked inside. It was dark, except for the stage up at the front, lights brightly turned on. Santana walked out, and Kurt gasped.

"Oh hells no, lady lips, it's not me that's been writing those horrific love notes. I'm just here to tell you to sit down. Front row." She said, pointing to the front row of seats all lined up perfectly.

Kurt sat down slowly, and the bright lights dimmed down. Kurt waited, his anxiety through the roof. Please be Blaine...Please oh god...let it be Blaine...I'll do my homework for the rest of the year...Please let it be Blaine...Kurt thought as a mantra in his head, his eyes closed tightly. He opened them, and waited a couple more minutes, fidgeting. Kurts' head was lowered, his eyes never leaving his lap, and the music started.

Kurt looked up, and he immediately recognized the song. Then his eyes widened as he saw one Blaine Anderson walk out onto the stage to start singing, "It's Not Unusual". Kurt whimpered and threw his hand over his mouth, staring at Blaine dancing on the stage in his sexy red pants and his black tight shirt, clinging to his torso. He also wore the striped black, red, white, and gray bowtie, and Kurt smiled adoringly.

Blaine did his performance, and Kurt blushed through out the entire song, and really listening to it. The song ended, and the bright lights came back on, and Kurt's breathing hitched. He sat in his seat, not moving a muscle. Blaine came over to him, a huge grin on his face.

"H-Hi, Kurt...uhm...it was m-me that wrote t-tho-" Blaine stuttered, but Santana cut him off.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, HE'S the one that wrote those horrific love notes all over the school...now can you guys please get your mack on, because, honestly, you two make one hells of a hot couple..." Santana flirted.

Blaine rolled his eyes and laughed. "Anyways, Kurt...?"

Kurt looked at Blaine completely speechless.

"Will you please be my boyfriend?" Blaine asked nervously, as he took Kurt's smooth poreclain hand into his own olive-skinned one. Their fingers fit perfectly.

Kurt frantically nodded, then was able to squeak out a "Yes!"

Blaine breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "C'Mon."

Kurt stood up, his whole body on fire as Blaine squeezed Kurt's hand. They walked out of the auditorium, their gaze never leaving each other's...

Kurt whispered, "I-I...I hoped it w-was y-you..."

Blaine just smiled and he wrapped his arm possessively around Kurt's waist.