A/N I have big plans for this story, so I hope you like it! The next chapter will be in the point of view of Kurt.

After his uneventful date with Mandy, Blaine walked her to her front door and said goodnight. He knew she was expecting him to give her at least a peck on the cheek, but tonight he didn't even feel like pretending he was interested in her. She told him to call her, but he had no intentions to ever really talk to her again. It's not like she wasn't a nice girl, it's just they didn't have anything in common. He told her how much he loved music and she talked about what some of her friends had done with their boyfriends. If he brought up school and their classes, she talked about all the cute guys that sat next to her and passed her notes. If Blaine even mentioned what was going on in the world around them, like the war in Europe, she immediately changed the subject to something lighter, usually involving her or someone she knew. It was like she didn't care about anything but herself, and that irritated Blaine. As soon as they finished their dinner, he decided they better leave. Mandy didn't put up much of a protest; she was clearly not having a good time either.

Now he was driving the Coupe back home, hoping that his parents weren't home to question how his date went. He was tired of telling them how the dates were nice but he didn't think he could see himself with them or that they weren't his type. It wasn't exactly a lie, but it still felt like one. Soon they'd become suspicious that something was wrong with him and he doesn't want to have to explain himself to them. They wouldn't understand how he felt. It seemed like most days Blaine was alone in this world. Nobody would ever realize he felt. Not his friends, David or Wes. Not any of the girls he dated. Not his parents or his sister Cathy. Hopelessness started crawling its way into his brain and he started to believe that he'd be doom to a life full of unhappiness.

When Blaine pulled up to his house, the lights were all off, meaning everyone was asleep and he counted his blessings silently. Practically tip-toeing through the house, he managed not to wake anyone up. After he changed out his clothes and into some pajamas, he sank into his old spring mattress. His mind started racing through everything, and it seemed to keep coming back to one thing… Kurt.

Back to Kurt's gentle hair that looked different than any of the other guys' hair. The crescent dimples that formed around his mouth when he smiled. How, despite working in a sweaty and greasy kitchen, he still smelled a bit like cinnamon. Blaine realized he shouldn't be thinking this much about a person that only had served them their food. He knew he shouldn't ever be thinking like this about a man. Despite how handsome Kurt was, this wasn't right.

But then Blaine's thoughts kept traveling towards the way Kurt's ass looked when he walked away. Soon he began to wonder what it would feel like to touch it. In fact, he wondered what his entire body would feel like against his own, how soft and warm it would be.

Stop it Blaine. You like girls, not handsome and beautiful boys like Kurt.

Then he remembered Mandy's comment about Kurt being a 'fruit'. According to her, everyone knew that the new kid liked boys. Blaine knew that no one here was going to like that. Kurt would be whispered about around town and maybe even some of the other guys would pick a fight with him. Kurt didn't strike him as the type of guy who could hold his own in a fistfight. Lima, Ohio, probably wasn't the best place for him to be, but in a way… Blaine liked knowing that he was here. Maybe it wasn't wrong for him to feel this way.

Before going to sleep, possibly dreaming of Kurt, Blaine decided that he would go to Benjamin's Malt Shop and talk to him tomorrow. It would take all the courage in the world, and he could risk his neck if anyone saw him just talking to a 'fruit', but Blaine would chance it just to see that warm smile again.

Like every Saturday morning, Blaine woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon, and he knew that his mother's breakfast was waiting for him in the dining room. He threw off his warm covers and raced downstairs like a child. Cathy was already sitting at her spot at the table, flashing him a bratty smile with her tongue sticking out. Her curly black was similar to his, but was kept long in a neat ponytail by their mother. Cathy and his mom could always be found in the master bedroom putting on make-up and giggling about silly things. Blaine was glad one of them could have a good relationship with their parents.

Blaine loved Cathy, even if the twelve year-old got on his nerves and was constantly making him look bad in front of their parents. She was still sweet, and she could sense the tension between Blaine and them. She too knew what it felt to not be able to do what she wanted with her life. A few weeks ago she expressed an interest in becoming a nurse or a school teacher when she got older, but their dad just laughed at her. "You're a woman, Catherine, and my daughter. You are going to get married and become a wife, not some silly nurse. Why would you want to work, when that's the man's job?" Cathy just shrugged and went back to playing with her dolls. Blaine could tell she was crushed, just like he was.

After breakfast with his family, trying his best to answer their questions about last night, Blaine did his chores around the house and helped his dad in the garage for a bit. He knew how much it meant to his dad to show him how to fix up cars, and honestly it was the least Blaine could do. When lunch time came around, Blaine told his dad that he was going to meet David and Wes at Benjamin's. His father gave him $4 and Blaine thanked him. "See you tonight, dad," he said before taking hoping on his bike.

During his short ride to the malt shop, Blaine tried to think what he would say to Kurt. He knew that if he was there, he would be working, so he would too busy to have an actual conversation. Maybe Blaine could find out a few things about him, maybe even make plans to hang out later. Blaine couldn't actually believe he was getting nervous about talking to someone. Granted, Kurt wasn't just anyone; to Blaine he was this great mystery he had to figure out.

After leaning his bike up against the outside of the shop, he walked in and saw that it was nearly empty, something he had been hoping for. Looking around, he spotted Kurt at the counter, wiping it down with a damp rag. Blaine took a deep breath and sat down at the counter and gave Kurt a friendly smile, one he didn't have to fake. Kurt returned it, and for a moment it looked like there was recognition in his shinning eyes. "You're Blaine, right?" he asked. Startled that he remembered who he was, Blaine crooked his head to the side, replying with "You remember me?" Kurt smiled and nodded, "I'm good with names. What brings you here again?"