Chapter -2-

"You should go out with me tonight." Steve told Kurt while fixing his shirt in the mirror.

Kurt looked up from the book he was reading, "No way."

Steve finished adjusting his hair and sat down on his bed to put on his shoes. He gave Kurt a smirk, "You're not still pissed about that audition are you?"

"No, of course not," Kurt lied. Actually he was very much still pissed about the auditions. Singing was what he loved to do. It's what made him belong… at least at McKinley.

Steve looked up with a smirk, "Good! So that means you're coming?"

"No!" Kurt said laughing. He closed his book because it seemed impossible to read when Steve was harassing me, "I'm not going to a club with you, besides, I don't have anything to wear."

"Aw sure you do! I've seen some of those outfits of yours. You're a fashionable guy!"

"Yeah, right," Kurt sat up on his bed crossing his legs. He watched as Steve modeled his outfit to Kurt.

"Nice," Kurt nodded his head.

Steve threw his jacket on and went to open the door but stopped, "Kurt you're an amazing person, and you deserve to have some fun. Call me if you change your mind." And with that he left.

Kurt rolled his eyes as Steve shut the door behind him. He collapsed on his bed hitting his head rather hard on the book on his pillow. He sat up rubbing his head suddenly feeling lonely. Maybe he should have gone with Steve. At least he would be around people.

He picked up his phone and flipped through his contacts trying figure out who to call. He searched but decided not to call anyone. How could he lie to his friends? He couldn't say everything was great when everything clearly was not. But all this thinking gave him a headache. Then again, it could be because he hadn't ate much today. He sprung off his bed to grab his coat. Guess he was getting out after all.

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Blaine was starving. He didn't know why, but he was just hungry. He made his way to the cafeteria which thankfully was open late on the weekends. He grabbed a slice of pizza and a mountain dew and found a place to sit. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket, and was greeted to a picture of David and Wes at some club they went to. Blaine smiled and was about to respond until someone caught his eye.

He looked up from his phone to recognize the boy from the auditions. The beautiful boy. What was his name? Blaine searched his brain trying to remember as the boy got his own slice of pizza.

Kris?

He tried to remember when the other boy got his bottled water and made his way to a table not far from his.

Kent?

He found himself watching the boy eat slowly, which made Blaine wonder why he was here alone. Blaine felt bad about how David had treated him in auditions, plus he just intrigued him. Blaine had to talk to him.

Blaine stood up and walked to his table smiling. The other boy looked up at him confused. Blaine didn't miss how his face hit the light. His skin looked so smooth, flawless. His hair was sloppy, but still looked great. And those eyes…

"Can I help you?"

Blaine snapped out of his trance as he realized he was staring.

"Oh, hey." He said motioning to the chair across from him, "Is this seat taken?"

The boy's face turned from confusion to pure suspicion, "Ummm … no."

"May I?" Blaine asked. He tried to keep himself from looking like a doofus.

"Sure," the boy said squinting his eyes, "You look familiar. Do I know you.?"

Blaine sat down and thought about what to say. Should he tell him he was in the Warblers? He didn't want to chase him away. Blaine really wanted to know more about this guy.

"Uhh … perhaps." Blaine decided to play it cool and not say, "I mean, we do go to the same school."

The boy tilted his head. Blaine could tell he was really trying to place his face. Blaine decided to change the subject quickly.

"So… why are you here alone?"

"I uh, I could ask you the same thing?" the boy said.

Blaine laughed, "My friends went out tonight, I decided not to."

"Oh my God! Same here!" The boy exclaimed. "Then I got hungry," he looked down at his half eaten slice of pizza.

"Well, I didn't want to seem too obvious, but I came over here to ask you your name." Blaine said as calmly as he could.

The boy looked away as a blush appeared on his cheeks. Blaine however kept his eyes fixated on him. What could he say, he was intrigued.

"I don't know if I should tell you," he said smirking, "I don't really know you."

Blaine cleared his throat and extended his hand, "Hi, I'm Blaine." The boy shook his hand shyly.

"Hello Blaine," he said smiling a beautiful smile that gave Blaine goose bumps, "I'm Kurt."

Kurt! Damn, so close!

"Kurt," Blaine said slowly. Kurt blushed again, "Nice to meet you Kurt."

"Likewise," Kurt said taking a sip from his water.

Blaine nervously fiddled his thumbs until he got the guts to speak.

"Hey, do you want to hang out tonight?"

"Are you asking me out?"

"Maybe," Blaine said with his hand on his forehead, "Probably…. Yes."

Blaine was embarrassed. How could he expect Kurt to just say yes, even if he hoped he would.

Kurt stretched his arms and made a cute little yawning sound, "Oh, I don't know. I'm really tired tonight. Maybe tomorrow night?"

Blaine smiled widely realizing Kurt was just as willing to go out with him. But of course Blaine had to speak before he thought, "Man, I have Warblers practice late tomorrow night."

Kurt stared at him blankly, "Warblers practice?"

Blaine cringed.

"Wait, now I know where I remember you from. You were at my auditions when those jerks…" he paused.

He got up to leave with his trash and started to walk away.

"Kurt, I am so… so sorry they did that to you," Blaine said trying to get him to stay.

Kurt threw his plate in the trash and frowned at Blaine, "Yeah, me too."

Blaine slumped back in his chair as Kurt disappeared out of the cafeteria. He slapped his forehead thinking he had finally found a guy he could be himself with. A guy he could be friends with, and he just chased him away.

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"Can you believe that?" Kurt said flailing his arms in the air.

"Well maybe he really wanted to get to know you!" said Mercedes on the other side of the phone.

Kurt had been venting ever since he got back to his dorm. How could this Blaine guy ask him out? He was in the Warblers. What were they playing some sick joke on him?

"Yeah, well, I don't want anything to do with him." Kurt pounced on his bed after burning a hole in his floor pacing for 20 minutes.

Mercedes sighed, "Was he cute?"

"GORGEOUS!" Kurt let out a deep breath, "Oh my God Mercedes! He was just … so cute." Kurt blushed just thinking about him. "His eyes, his lips, his hair. He was just perfect… too perfect."

Mercedes laughed on the other line, "Sounds like a fine dude."

"Yeah, yeah," Kurt lying on his back now rolled his eyes.

"Why didn't you just give him a chance, he might be different from the rest of them."

"Ha! Yeah right," Kurt could help but feel like he was falling into a trap. Was Blaine even gay? He thought none of the Warblers were. There was no way they were going to humiliate Kurt this way. Not even by waving a handsome boy in front of him.