Hello, readers! This is just a little oneshot that was on my mind today.. to give a little background, Kurt never went to Dalton, Blaine goes to McKinley, and Kurt and Blaine are unaware of each others existence.. for now. Really random, but I hope you enjoy!

You'reAbsurd

Secret Admirer

Kurt opened his locker and shoved his books into it. It had been a long day, and all he wanted to do was go home and take a nap. He looked down to adjust his sequined vest, when he noticed a piece of paper lying on the ground by his feet. He stooped to pick it up, turning it over. On the other side was written Kurt in a simple, neat script. Kurt furrowed his eyebrows and glanced around the hallway in confusion. He slowly unfolded the paper, half expecting it to be a hate note. He prepared himself for an onslaught of derogatory names and insults. But once he began reading, he found this:

You are beautiful.

That's it. That's all that was written. He turned it over, looking for more of the clean handwriting. But he couldn't find anything else. Obviously this had to be a mistake. This couldn't be for him, there was no way. He folded the note back up, doubt strong in his mind, when he saw his name printed on the front once again. This has to be for me.. but who would have sent it? He thought. Kurt shook his head, slipping the note into his pocket carefully. He trudged out to his car and began the short trip home, all the while wondering who could have sent him such a touching, and beautifully simple note.

The next day when Kurt got to school, he opened his locker slowly, looking to see if another note had been slipped into it. Disappointment washed over him when he found there hadn't been. He closed his locker with a frown and shuffled down the hall to his first class. He sank down into his seat next to Tina, pulling out his books as he did so. Tina studied him carefully before speaking up.

"Kurt, are you okay?"

Kurt looked up quickly, plastering a smile to his face. "Of course I am, Tina. Just tired, is all." Tina nodded in understanding and dropped the topic, looking back to her notes. Kurt focused his attention in front of him, looking up at the board. He automatically started copying down the notes, not really thinking about what he was reading. He sighed and propped his head up on his hand. All he could think of was that note. Why wasn't there another one today? He drummed his pencil on his desk, and was startled when it unexpectedly flew out of his hand and onto the floor. He looked around, embarrassed, and reached to pick it up. He stopped when he noticed a hand already grabbing it. He glanced up to see the curly haired boy that sat in front of him holding his pencil out to him.

He smiled at the boy. "Thanks." The dark-haired teen blushed. He mumbled a "no problem" before quickly turning around in his seat.

Well, that was weird.

After lunch, Kurt stopped at his locker to change out his books, and was pleasantly surprised by another note sitting on the bottom of his locker. He picked it up and ran his eyes over the clear handwriting, attempting to commit it to memory. He stared at it for another moment before carefully opening it, glancing over his shoulder to make sure nobody was looking.

Your smile has more radiance than the sun.

Kurt thought his heart would melt where he stood. The note had been so simple, yet so charming. Kurt had always been a romantic, but never in a million years did he picture this would ever happen to him. He had never dreamed he would ever have a secret admirer. His heart fluttered in his chest as he closed his locker, tucking the note into his bag. He would keep it forever.

The next few weeks continued in a similar manner. Every day, Kurt would open his locker and find another note. They were always a single sentence, nothing more. But each time Kurt unfolded the small scrap of paper, his heart would stop, and then start pounding double-time. His admirer always seemed to know what to write to make him swoon.

As happy as he was with the affectionate notes, Kurt desperately wanted to know the admirer's identity. He began paying close attention to people's handwriting, trying to see if he could identify them by their now-familiar script. He figured it most likely was not a girl. While the writing was fairly clear, it lacked the femininity of a girl. He couldn't exactly rule girls out though. I mean, he thought, what guy would be writing me love notes?

For weeks he searched for his mysterious admirer, but his results came up empty. He simply could not find anyone whose handwriting matched with the notes'. He closed his locker and leaned against it as he unraveled his most recent note.

Every time you look at me, I get lost in your eyes. And I never want to be found.

Kurt's brows arched in surprise. Two sentences this time. Smiling, he deposited the note into his jacket pocket, and then froze. A horrible thought entered his mind.

What if it was all a joke?

All the notes, the sweet words, the unidentifiable script. What if it was all a lie? A cruel joke set up by the jocks to remind him that nobody wanted him? That he was alone. That he would always be alone. His eyes filled with tears and he was thankful for the deserted hallway. He hitched his bag higher on his shoulder and pushed away from the lockers. He just wanted to get home before someone could see his shame. He stumbled down the hall, looking at his feet. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He chided himself. I can't believe I deluded myself into thinking that somebody in this school liked me that way. Secret admirer my a –

His thoughts were interrupted as he felt a hard body crash into him, sending him tumbling to the floor. "Ouch," he muttered, rubbing the back of his head.

"I'm so s-sorry," the person he had crashed into stuttered. Kurt looked up to find a curly haired boy hurriedly gathering his papers together as he muttered to himself under his breath. Kurt put a hand on his shoulder, causing the boy to snap his head up in surprise.

"Hey, it's okay. No harm done," Kurt said as he helped the boy pick up his things. He plucked some papers from the ground.

"T-thanks."

"No problem," Kurt glanced down at the paper he was holding, searching for a name. "Blaine." He was about to hand Blaine his work when he froze. His breathing seemed to stop. Could it be..?

"Wait," he told Blaine, hastily pulling the love note from his pocket. He opened it and compared the handwriting with Blaine's.

It matched perfectly.

Kurt slowly raised his eyes to look at Blaine. Blaine was staring at his feet, his face red.

"Blaine?" Blaine didn't look up. "Blaine, did you write this?" Kurt prompted further, sticking the note out in front of him. Blaine's eyes traveled unwillingly to his face.

"Yes," he whispered. He seemed to panic when Kurt didn't say anything else. "And I know you probably think it's really creepy, but I've been watching you for a while and I just - "

Kurt clapped his hand over Blaine's mouth. "Blaine, stop. I thought the notes were wonderful."

Blaine's eyes widened and his mouth dropped open as Kurt removed his hand. "Y-you did?"

"Yes."

"Well," Blaine rubbed a hand on the back of his neck. He looked up at Kurt through his lashes. "I meant every word. In all of them. And I would really like to get to know you better."

Kurt grinned. "I think that can be arranged." He held out his hand to Blaine. "Kurt Hummel."

Blaine took it with an equally blinding smile. "Blaine Anderson."

Kurt's smile didn't fade as Blaine dropped his hand. "Want to get some coffee?"

"I'd love that."

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