Kurt dropped onto the empty chair next to Mercedes in the choir room. It was his first day back and everybody was under the pretence that he was on holiday for the past three weeks. He tried his best to seem his usual self but it was hard when everybody kept asking him about his trip to Paris; they knew how bad of a liar he was.

The choir room was filled with multiple conversations. Mercedes turned to him after she'd finished flirting with Sam, 'so, would you like me to fill you in on what you missed now or later?'

Did she really have to ask? 'Now,' he nodded.

'That's my boy,' she grinned, 'okay, so Karofsky got suspended for 2 weeks – a real shame I know.'

Kurt didn't need to ask why; he knew all too well. He simply nodded his understanding and let her continue.

'Quinn and Finn broke up and now Finn's totally crushing on Rachel.'

'And of course we all know Rachel has been in love with Finn since the dawn of time,' Kurt added.

'Mhmm,' she agreed.

'Is that it? I go away for three weeks and that's all I miss? God this town really does suck.'

'Wow, wow, wow, hold your horses. I'm just getting to the good stuff now.'

'Oh do continue m'lady,' Kurt gestured for her to continue. There was a hint of sarcasm laced into his words.

'Okay, I know it's your first day back, so prepare yourself,' she started.

Kurt gave her a strange look; what could possibly be so out there that he'd have to physically prepare himself to hear it?

'There's a new kid.'

'Oh wow,' Kurt clutched at his chest, feigning a heart attack. 'I think you might have to get the nurse after that shock.'

Mercedes glared at him, clearly not amused, 'this is serious Kurt.'

'How is a new kid at McKinley serious? We have new kids all the time.'

'Uh, you obviously haven't met him; he's H-O-T-T hot. And British. Oh, and did I mention that he works in the hospital? Hello man in uniform,' she winked and nudged him.

It was too early in the morning for Kurt to put together the pieces, so he just stared at her.

Mercedes spent the next five minutes talking about her White Chocolate, Sam, but Kurt could not register a single word as his attention was drawn to the doorway. A guy in tight jeans and that all too familiar shirt and sweater vest combination walked in. Kurt had to swallow his surprise but his blue eyes were wide as saucers. Blaine was the new kid Mercedes has been preaching about.

He looked as handsome as Kurt remembered, although he did miss the idea of Dr Blaine.

Blaine's eyes met his and he walked towards him, sitting in the seat next to Kurt with a smile.

Mercedes nudged Kurt and gave him a less than subtle wink.

'Blaine?' Kurt asked, gaping at the gorgeous boy sitting with his thigh brushing against his own. The heat from his legs burnt through Kurt's jeans and sent volts of electricity through his body. His heart adopted that fast pace again.

He placed his bag on the floor and looked at Kurt with bright eyes, 'Kurt? Hey.' He smiled with such ease that Kurt felt at home, like he's always been in the presence of that toothy grin.

'When you said you transferred schools I didn't know you meant here…' Kurt continued, still taken aback from the situation.

'Yeah, well, it is the only school near the hospital, so my parents thought it'd be a good idea to see what McKinley had to offer.'

Kurt nodded in response as Mr Schue came in. He began by giving everyone a lecture on how important Sectionals are and how much preparation they'd need if they were to beat the Vocal Adrenaline.

'So, how are you feeling?' Blaine whispered as Mr Schue rattled off the same spiel he gives every Glee lesson.

Kurt's eyes darted around to make sure no one was listening in, 'um, fine. Listen, can we talk about this later?'

Blaine gave him a sympathetic smile and squeezed his knee. 'Of course, anything for you Peter Rabbit.'

Kurt immediately turned ruby red; he'd forgotten about the slipper incident and the cloyingly cute nickname that came with it. He studied Blaine's face and then focused his attention onto his knee. Blaine's hand was still placed atop his knee. Kurt wanted to reach out and clasp that hand with his own and claim Blaine as his, but it wasn't that simple. He didn't even know if Blaine was gay, let alone if he liked Kurt in the same way Kurt felt about him.

Glee club flew by. Nothing had really changed in there – apart from Blaine; Rachel was still stealing all the solos and making heart eyes at Finn every opportunity she got; Santana still made jokes about Rachel's, well, everything; and Sam still made impressions that no one understood.

Everyone was filtering out of the choir room when the bell sounded – apart from Kurt. He was still packing away his things.

'Kurt?' That sexy British accent asked from the doorway, stepping closer.

He looked up and smiled, 'hey Blaine. What's up?'

'I was wondering if you wanted to go get a coffee?' He asked donning on a genuine smile.

'Oh, I was planning on going to the library. I've got a lot to catch up on,' he stated. His eyes watched as Blaine's magnificent smiled dropped.

'Oh,' Blaine replied.

'But I guess I can do that another time?' Kurt gleamed, attempting to salvage their conversation; he was not about to miss a coffee date with Blaine.

'Great! I'll drive?'

Kurt stood shoulder to shoulder with Blaine in the line at the Lima Bean. It was mostly empty – just a few students on their laptops and the odd teacher.

'Can I get a Medium Drip and a Grande non-fat Mocha please my love?' Blaine asked, handing the cashier a ten dollar bill.

'You know my coffee order?' Kurt questioned. His heart swelled at the gestured as butterflies escaped their cocoons, exploring his stomach wildly. His baby blues were glued to Blaine in amazement; he really was everything Kurt had dreamed of in his first boyfriend.

Blaine turned around with both coffees and uttered, 'of course I do silly.'

They slid onto two seats in the corner.

'I want to tell you something,' Blaine began, looking at Kurt with glistening hazel eyes.

'I'm all ears,' Kurt replied, sipping his coffee.

'I don't want you to think I'm some creep or anything, but ever since our little coffee date on Friday, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I mean, it's crazy; I don't even know your last name, but I've found myself completely infatuated by you; your smile; your beautiful baby blues; the way you blush a deeper shade of red than I thought was humanly possible whenever I mention your bunny rabbit slippers.'

Kurt's heart was racing and sweaty palms hugged his coffee cup. Was this real? Was a guy as gorgeous as Blaine really into him? He couldn't form a sentence in his hazed mind. He was still trying to process everything that left Blaine's beautiful, British lips.

'Um, I,' Kurt stuttered.

'You don't have to say anything Kurt.'

Thank God, because he really wasn't able to give a response at this very moment. He was too busy celebrating at the fact he could have a boyfriend in the very near future.

'I just thought you should know in case you see me accidentally staring at you one day in Glee Club and wonder why. That's why.'