Hello, hello, hellloooo! It's been so long since I've updated I know, but I've been so busy. With work and school I've hardly had any time to write or read any of my stories that have updated so blaahhh! I hope you like this chapter it's a little badass in the begging then it's just like tons of fluff, so yeah…

Chapter -3-

This day couldn't get any worse. Or so Kurt thought. He had been having a horrible day which included waking up late, spilling coffee on his blazer, and being late to his first class because he had to go change. He was so ready for the school day to end. He walked down the hallway to his last class when he spotted the Warblers up to their old tricks. He tried not to look but he just couldn't help it. The Warblers just pissed him off. Kurt walked down the hallway his eyes full of hatred towards them. But nothing prepared him for what was about to happen.

"What are you looking at?" David stepped in front of Kurt.

"Nothing really," Kurt said rolling his eyes, "Excuse me."

Kurt pushed David aside trying to walk past as he was stopped again by Wes.

Hey, you got something to say?"

"No. I'm actually just trying to go to class. But of course you idiots are making that difficult." Kurt was growing more frustrated by the second as his face grew beet red. He really didn't feel like this today.

Wes put his finger in Kurt's face, "Watch your mouth, Hummel."

Kurt moved his finger as calmly as possible, "Could you please move."

Kurt tried pushing past him, but Wes snatched him by his blazer piping, causing Kurt to drop all of his books.

"Get off me!" Kurt demanded as he yanked away from Wes barely missing his face with his hand.

Shocked, Wes drew back and sucker punched Kurt in his stomach. Kurt doubled over with his hand on his stomach. David stood behind Kurt making sure he couldn't get away as Wes grabbed Kurt by his collar again.

"Next time you'll think twice about trying to swing on me," He spat out.

"Hey! What's going on?" Kurt heard a familiar voice ring out over the cheers of the Warblers surrounding Kurt and Wes.

He punched Kurt in his face with such force that he sent Kurt tumbling to the hard marble floor.

The next thing Kurt knew, he was on the floor with a stinging pain in his cheekbone.

"What the hell is going on here?" he heard that voice again.

What happened next was a blur as he saw a small boy pushing through the crowd toward him. David and Wes quickly scurried off as Blaine kneeled in front of him.

"Oh my God! Kurt are you okay?"

"No!" Kurt said holding his cheek, "I just got punched in the face."

Blaine helped Kurt get on his feet, "I'm so sorry. Blaine frowned looking at Kurt wince as he touched his eye. "Those guys are just assholes. That really pisses me off."

"Yeah, I could say the same," Kurt wiped the little blood that had dripped from the cut on his eye.

"Come on," Blaine grabbed Kurt's hand, "I should get you to the nurse."

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"Why are you helping me?" Kurt said sitting in the nurse's chair, holding an icepack to his eye, "Aren't they your friends?"

"Not really," Blaine sighed, "I never thought it would be like this."

Blaine helped Kurt hold the icepack to his face. He gazed into his eyes for a moment until Kurt broke away.

"What do you mean?" Kurt questioned.

Blaine shrugged his shoulders, "I'm not a mean person. I never expected the Warblers to be such…"

"Jerks?" Kurt finished.

Blaine smirked, "Exactly."

Blaine looked into those beautiful eyes and held Kurt's gaze for a while.

"Nope," Kurt said looking away, "I'm not falling for this."

Blaine looked confused, "Fall for what?"

"For whatever sick game you guys are trying to play on me." Kurt moved Blaine's hand off his face.

"What?" Blaine laughed, "What are you talking about what game?"

"Oh come on," Kurt moved the icepack from his face revealing an ugly bruise, "Like you would ever be interested in getting to know me."

Blaine looked at his feet for a while. Kurt studied him, trying to figure him out.

"Actually I did." Blaine finally said, "I like you Kurt. Well, I think I like you. I don't really know you but, I would like to."

Kurt's jaw dropped as he realized he had put his foot in his mouth. Was this guy serious?

"I have a secret," Blaine continued.

Kurt leaned in close, wondering what on earth it could be. He didn't know Blaine that well either, but he was a pretty interesting guy.

"What is it?" Kurt asked.

Blaine took a deep breath, "I … um," He looked up at Kurt, "If I tell you, you have to promise you won't tell anyone else."

Kurt was on the edge of his seat, "Of course not."

"I'm not like the other guys in the Warblers."

"Wha ... What do you mean?"

"I'm … gay."

Kurt couldn't help his mouth dropping again. So he was gay? He was different? He was trying to get to know him? Dammit Mercedes was right.

"Me too," Kurt thought he would say something to lighten the mood a little.

Blaine smiled hopefully. Kurt was just relieved there were other people at Dalton like him. Or at least he could relate to.

"I've never told anyone that before, not even my parents." Blaine took Kurt's ice pack from him and replaced it on his face.

"Wow," Kurt shook his head, "That must have been hard keeping that in for so long."

"Yeah it has been."

Kurt felt sorry for him. Not only had he been keeping this in for years, he never had any friends that knew the real him.

"Kurt will you go out with me?" Blaine blurted out interrupting Kurt's thoughts.

"What?" Kurt wasn't sure he heard him correctly.

"Go out with me," Blaine sat down in a chair next to Kurt.

Kurt thought this over for a minute, "But what about…?"

"The Warblers," Blaine read Kurt's mind, "Don't worry about them."

"Okay," Kurt smiled for the first time today, "I'll go out with you."

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Kurt nervously tapped his coffee cup. He had only been waiting for Blaine for five minutes, but it felt like an eternity. Kurt was nervous. His stomach had butterflies, his palms were clammy, and he just couldn't shake this voice in his head telling him he shouldn't have come. But curiosity got the best of him. He did want to get to know Blaine more. That was the only reason he had come, or so Kurt convinced himself. He tried to calm himself down, but nothing helped when Blaine opened the door to the Lima Bean, and Kurt's heart skipped a beat.

Kurt was breathless as the gorgeous boy scanned the room until he found who he was looking for. He smiled handsomely as he strolled over to the table Kurt sat. Kurt tried his best to smile without looking too excited. He felt a wave of relief that Blaine had even showed up.

"Right on time," Kurt started conversation looking at his watch that read 4:00 on the dot.

Blaine sat down with that smile still planted on his face, "Well, I do like to be on time." Blaine looked up at Kurt and frowned, "How is your eye doing?"

Kurt's hand immediately flew up to his still slightly bruised eye, "Umm, its good. Still hurts after two days." He had thought twice about applying makeup on it, but it was too sore.

"I'm so sorry, Kurt."

"Why do you keep apologizing? It wasn't your fault remember?"

"Yeah but I just can't help feeling responsible." Blaine shook his head. "I could have done something; I should have got there earlier…"

"Blaine…" Kurt touched Blaine's hand, "It's not your fault. I'm just glad you got there when you did."

Blaine's heart melted as he felt Kurt's hand touch his. He had never felt like this about anyone before. At least not so suddenly.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Blaine slowly removed Kurt's hand from his as he stood back up, "I'm gonna go get some coffee, I'll be right back."

Kurt didn't even get a chance to text Mercedes and tell her how his 'date' was going before Blaine was back with his piping hot medium drip.

"So… Kurt," Blaine started, "Tell me something about yourself."

Kurt couldn't control the blush that appeared on his cheeks, "Uhh, my name is Kurt…"

"Mhmm," Blaine stirred his coffee nodding his head.

"I'm 17. I like to sing and shop."

Blaine laughed at this, "Go on."

"Umm I think that's about it," Kurt was sure his face would melt off if he blushed anymore.

Blaine looked disappointed, "Oh no, I'm sure there's more to you than that."

Kurt shook his head trying to avoid Blaine's glare, "How about you? Who is Blaine Anderson?"

"Hmm… who am I?" Blaine looked off into the air as if he was thinking, "I'm a 16 year old, gay guy. Who loves to sing, dance, and I also like beaches, sushi, and small animals… who are nice."

"Interesting," Kurt giggled. He loved the way Blaine talked. The way he was so comfortable with Kurt, made him feel more at ease.

"So I guess I'm not squeezing anything else out of you then?" Blaine took a sip of his coffee.

Kurt looked down at his own half full cup, "I don't know, I guess we'll see how lucky you are."

Blaine lifted his triangle eyebrows, "Oh really?" he rested his face on his arm.

Kurt couldn't help how adorable Blaine looked with his hand on his face sipping his coffee out of that straw. He couldn't help but think about what his arms would feel like wrapped around his waist. How those lips would feel kissing his own. How those hands would feel on Kurt's naked…

"Kurt?"

Blaine's voice snapped Kurt out of his daydream he hadn't even realized he was having.

"Yes," Kurt suddenly turned his head.

"Did you just hear anything I said?" Blaine was now sitting up staring at Kurt.

Kurt felt so embarrassed, "Yeah, yeah sure I did."

He sipped his coffee and took a deep breath. Blaine narrowed his eyes at him.

"You're a great listener," Blaine made himself laugh.

"I'm sorry I tend to daydream a lot."

"What do you dream about?"

"Lots of things. My Future, things I want in life." Kurt admitted.

Blaine lifted his eyebrows again, "Hmmm, now we're getting somewhere!" he stated loudly, "What do you want in life Kurt Hummel?"

"Right now? Somebody to love and take care of me. A mutual partner that will listen to my stories, and tell me I look gorgeous. And when we get legally married, he'll assure me that I'm the one for him. The only one for him," Blaine's eyes grew wide, "Oh and Broadway, which would be nice too."

Blaine took a deep breath, "Well that escalated quickly. But seriously, thats great Kurt." He smiled into his coffee trying to stop himself from raising his hand saying 'I can handle that'.

"Yeah just a silly dream I guess." Kurt hung his head. He wanted to make sure Blaine didn't think he was talking about him. I mean, of course Kurt would love to be with Blaine, but he still hadn't figured him out. "I just really wish I would have gotten into the warblers. Singing was what made me feel good, and now it's like I have nothing to do with my free time."

Blaine shifted in his seat, "Really? Well, let me help you with that."

He stood up and extended his hand for Kurt to take.

"Where are we going?" said Kurt skeptically.

"Trust me," Blaine said confidently.

Kurt hesitated but then grabbed Blaine's hand. Kurt smiled from ear to ear as they left the Lima Bean hand in hand off on some adventure.

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Kurt was running out of oxygen as Blaine ran him around Dalton looking for the perfect place. For what, Kurt wasn't sure. They would run into an empty room, Blaine would look around, mumble something, and then whisk Kurt away to another room to repeat the same process. Kurt's hand felt as if it would dissolve if Blaine held it any tighter.

"This is it!" Blaine stopped suddenly.

Kurt looked around and noticed they were in the common room, or the choir room, Kurt didn't really know the exact name for it. It had a few couches in it, very tastefully decorated Kurt noticed. It was a very cozy room accented by a piano in the corner of the room by the window. Kurt recognized it as the same room he auditioned for the warblers in.

"And what exactly is 'it'?" Kurt puzzled watched Blaine walk over to the piano and sit down.

He played a few chords then turned around to look at Kurt, "Sing."

Kurt laughed, "What? Here? Now?" he looked around the empty room.

"Yeah, just let go and sing." Blaine began playing the intro to a favorite song of Kurt's.

Kurt gasped.

"Do you know it?" Blaine smirked with his back to Kurt.

Without another word Kurt smiled and showed Blaine exactly how much he knew it.

The power lines went out

And I am all alone

But I don't really care at all

Not answering my phone

All the games you played

The promises you made

Couldn't finish what you started

Only darkness still remains

Blaine joined in with a kickass harmony under Kurt's voice as Kurt walked over and sat next to Blaine on the piano seat.

Lost sight, couldn't see

When it was you and me

Blow the candles out

Looks like a solo tonight

I'm begging to see the light

Blow the candles out

Looks like a solo tonight

But I think I'll be alright

Kurt, stunned by Blaine's voice stopped singing, and Blaine stopped playing as they gazed into each other's eyes. They were so close he could feel the heat of him.

"You have a beautiful voice," Kurt tried to remember how to speak.

Blaine seemed to be breathing harder as well, "As do you."

Blaine leaned in closer to Kurt. He was so close to those perfect lips he could almost taste them. The thought of this exited Blaine to no end. He reached up to touch Kurt's face and leaned in closer and closer.

Kurt had gotten dizzy and closed his eyes. They're lips barely touched before… "Wait."

Blaine stopped himself, "I'm sorry," he moved only inches from Kurt's face and Kurt felt the warmness of Blaine leave his face, "Too soon right?"

Kurt shook his head, "No, no. Trust me I, would like nothing more than to kiss you right now, but I'm just..." Kurt didn't know what was wrong with him, why was he talking and not making out with Blaine right now.

"I understand," Blaine hung his head, "I'm not usually this hasty. But you… you do something to me Kurt. You make me this person that is much happier than the person I was before. Seeing you do Blackbird a few days ago, I instantly felt a connection to you. I can't stop thinking about you."

Kurt stared up at him tried to take this all in, "Really?.. Me?"

Blaine nodded and grabbed Kurt's hand, "Look I'm not saying I want you to be my boyfriend or anything. Maybe we can take it slow. We can just be friends for a while, I just…. Don't want to be away from you."

Kurt swallowed, "I don't know what to say."

Blaine felt his phone vibrate and reached into his pocket to check it. He stared at it for a few seconds before standing up and walking away slowly, "I'm sorry, I've got to go." He said still glaring at his phone.

"Wait!" Kurt stood up confused. What the hell was happening?

"I'll call you later, Okay." Blaine smiled softly, "Promise me you'll wait up for me."

Kurt stood by the piano with the most puzzled look on his face.

"What, what do you mean?"

"Just promise. Don't go to sleep until I call okay?"

Blaine left before Kurt could even respond. Kurt just stood there with his mouth opened wondering what the hell just happened. Why did Blaine leave so suddenly? Kurt really hoped he hadn't scared him away, or made him feel uncomfortable. He really liked Blaine as well, but he just…. Kurt didn't know what stopped him. Now something just bothered him, but for now he just slumped back onto the piano seat and began playing where Blaine left off. Maybe singing could make him feel better this time.