A/N-It's day 2 for Klaine week, and the theme is AU's! This usually isn't my forte, so I tried to write about something I know-MUSIC! I hope you like it, as always, I appreciate reviews, alerts, favorites, or really anything-you guys make my day! :D (Also, I responded to like 10 reviews today, so I'm getting closer to being unburied! YAY!) Thank you all so much for your support.

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"No, this is a mistake," Kurt said resolutely as he looked at the list outside his viola professor's door. "I am not sitting second chair in viola choir! I'm principal violist in the university symphony! And who is this Blaine Anderson, anyway? If he's good enough to beat me, he has to be another Master's in performance student, and I don't remember seeing him at convocation!"

"He's in the symphony with you," Dr. Schuester said from his doorway, trying to suppress a laugh.

"Then how is he sitting principal? If he's not good enough to beat me in chair placement for the symphony, how can he be principal for viola choir?" Kurt looked at him quizzically.

"Oh, you'll see," Dr. Schuester said, laughing. "I think you're going to be very surprised, Mr. Hummel. Now get, I have lessons to give."

"This is completely unfair, Schue," Kurt said as walked away from Dr. Schuester's office and to the practice rooms.

Kurt prepared himself for the worst when he walked into the rehearsal room for viola choir. He grinned widely when he noticed that no one was sitting principal yet-maybe he had scared whoever had beat him at auditions in sectionals for orchestra on Tuesday, and they had quit.

Kurt's joy was short lived, however, as a short, curly-haired boy walked in through the door lugging a viola case just as Kurt was tuning up. He quickly rushed into the seat next to Kurt.

"Hey, I'm Blaine," he said, holding out a hand. "It's nice to meet you! I'm really excited about-"

"Wait a second," Kurt interrupted slowly, lowering his instrument. "You aren't in the viola section in orchestra! What are you doing here?"

"Um, playing in a viola choir?" Blaine said nervously as he ran a hand through his hair.

"You look really familiar, though…Schue said you were in orchestra, but-"

"I'm principal cellist," Blaine said as he put the shoulder rest on his viola. "By the way, you must have really tortured your section on Tuesday-"

"Principal cellist?" Kurt asked, disbelief evident in his voice. "That's impossible!"

"I've sat there all year," Blaine said as he tried to tune. "Also, could you not brandish your bow at me? It's honestly making me nervous-I don't want to lose an eye."

"Sure," Kurt said sheepishly, setting his bow on the stand. "So, how long have you played?"

"Well, I took string techniques as an undergrad, then I took lessons last semester because I wanted to learn something besides the cello," Blaine said. "I did fiddle around, pun intended, when I was teaching, so I guess I've played for about eightish months in school, and then a couple years out in the trenches?"

"What?" Kurt said, jaw dropping. "You've only played for eight months? This is so unfair, Schue is such an-"

"What am I, Kurt?" Dr. Schuester asked as he strode into the room, a stack of music in hand.

"Nothing," Kurt muttered, slumping in his seat.

"So, everyone, I have some great pieces for us this semester," Schue began as he passed out parts to the violists.

Viola choir only lasted an hour, even though it seemed about an hour too long for Kurt. He couldn't stop watching Blaine, seeing if he really was that much better than Kurt. Kurt had to admit that Blaine was actually pretty good at viola, even if he didn't move the bow as fast as he should, and he used wrist vibrato instead of arm vibrato, and who really does that anymore? Kurt had never been more relieved to leave a rehearsal when Schue called it. What he wasn't expecting was for Blaine to catch his arm afterwards on the way out of the rehearsal room.

"Hey, do you want to grab coffee or something?" He asked, looking at Kurt almost nervously. "I mean, you can tell me about strengths and weaknesses of the section, you know, stuff like that?"

Kurt stopped for a moment, considering his options. "If you're so great at all of this, why don't you figure it out yourself?"

Blaine frowned, letting Kurt's arm go. "Okay, if you don't want to, that's fine."

"Oh, what the hell, we can get coffee," Kurt said, trying to rectify the situation. He was being a bit tough on Blaine. "You're buying though," Kurt added as they walked from the music building to the student center.

"Yeah, yeah, sure," Blaine excitedly replied, hoisting his viola further up his shoulder as they walked.

Blaine wasn't a bad guy, Kurt had to admit. Though woefully undereducated on fashion and some of the finer aspects of culture, he was kind, friendly, and pretty cute, if Kurt was being completely honest. Their meeting over coffee had gone fairly well, even though there were a couple of tense times, especially when Kurt learned that Blaine wasn't even a cello performance major (he preferred Music History, and was doing research on different LGBT composers, which confirmed what Kurt had suspected after seeing the rainbow sticker on his viola case). They ended up having a lot in common, and had plenty to talk about. They got kicked out of the coffee shop at closing time after about three hours of conversation, and even then it didn't stop, as they exchanged phone numbers.

Wnt 2 go 2 c Rent the PAC?-B

Depends, could you repeat that in English?-Kurt

Fine, your highness, would you care to accompany me to see Rent at the performing arts center?-B

I suppose. I'm sorry, I just didn't want to be seem with someone who couldn't speak English-Kurt

Very funny, Hummel. C u 7-meet in the lounge?-B

Did you mean that you'd like to see me at 7? Because I can do that.-Kurt

If I didn't like you so much, I'd be offended.-B

I meant as a friend! Not that you're unattractive or anything.

You're actually quite attractive. You have really pretty eyes.

I meant that in a non-creepy way. You're also awesome at decorating! Your apartment is gorgeous from the pictures you have on facebook!

Oh God, that was just worse. I give up. I'm creeping on a guy I've known for two weeks.

Blaine, it's okay. I'll see you in a hour.-Kurt

Rent was amazing, and Kurt and Blaine amused themselves by belting out songs from it on the way back to the graduate housing apartments

"So, um, about earlier," Blaine began during a lull in their singing. "I, uh-"

"Blaine, it's fine," Kurt cut him off, laughing.

"If it makes you feel any better, I serenaded the guy I liked in high school with a song that had a line about sex toys in it."

"What?" Kurt laughed, stopping dead in his tracks. "You didn't!"

"Keep your toys in the drawer tonight," Blaine deadpanned.

"Oh my god, that's just amazing."

"You're cruel," Blaine said, sticking his tongue out.

"I thought you liked me," Kurt laughed, before catching his shoe in a crack on the sidewalk and starting to trip towards the bushes.

It happened in slow motion. Blaine reached out to catch Kurt's hand as he fell, but instead of steadying Kurt, he followed Kurt down into the bushes and landed on top of him.

"Well, hello there sailor," Kurt laughed.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry Kurt!" Blaine tried to extricate himself from the bush, but just succeeded in falling even more on top of Kurt.

"Blaine, why don't you just stop for a moment and think…then pull me out of this damn bush," Kurt giggled.

Blaine finally got his bearings and managed to lift himself from the bushes before dragging Kurt out. They walked the rest of the way to housing without talking, because Kurt said, "I can't pay attention to where I'm walking when I have to hear about your history of epic fails in the dating arena."

"I had a great time tonight," Kurt said as they stood outside his front door. "Thanks for inviting me."

"No problem," Blaine said awkwardly, not really knowing how to say goodbye. He decided on a handshake.

"Christ, Kurt," came a voice from upstairs, "just kiss him, okay?"

"Shut up Rachel!" Kurt yelled, turning bright red as he looked down at the ground.

"It was just a suggestion!"

"Get away from the window Rachel!"

"Fine, whatever," she yelled, "but don't say I never help you with your love life!"

"I'm sorry about her," Kurt said, still not meeting Blaine's eyes.

"He likes you!" Rachel yelled.

"RACHEL!" Kurt screeched.

"Kurt," Blaine said softly, reaching for Kurt's hand.

"I know you don't feel that way about me," Kurt sighed. "You don't have to feel-"

Kurt was cut off by the press of Blaine's lips against his own. He was taken aback, but then started to kiss Blaine back in earnest, raising a hand up to cup Blaine's cheek. Blaine pulled away with a look of wonder on his face, bringing a hand up to stroke Kurt's cheek.

"Um, we should say goodnight," Blaine said, withdrawing his hand to run it nervously through his hair.

"I thought we were," Kurt said before pulling Blaine in for another kiss.