A/N: Hi everybody! This idea's been floating around my head since I heard my little sister had gone skating in PE at school. Then I read 'Princess in Love' again during Christmas vacation and it had a scene where Mia goes skating with her boyfriend and friends and this sorta came from this. There is going to be a next part to the story, explaining why so many Gleeks are in NYC in University or other vice hanging around.

I might make a different version of this later, more suitable for a chapter story if someone wants to take it up, but for now this is it (and the next part as soon as I get it written).

Kurt saw him around the campus and sometimes in the lectures, always surrounded by friends and admirers, which was completely natural as he was rich, talented and gorgeous. He was studying history and architecture, saying he wanted to know the story of the world and the stories behind his properties around the world. He always had a smile on his face (expect when he had other, major emotions that didn't allow smiling, such as anger) and sometimes it was gentle, sometimes sarcastic or even sad. He was an enigma, no one could figure him out, why black dogs made him sad or why rats made him cringe or why redheads made him sentimental or why people with blue eyes got an approving smile or why he refused to use silver or why pink hair made him happy or why the abbreviation HB of his name made him laugh. He just had so many different layers on his personality that no one knew him even if they knew him.

Kurt knew he wasn't the only one with a crush on Henry Black on the campus (or outside it) but that didn't mean he didn't daydream about him or their possible first encounter or different scenarios where he received his first kiss from Harry. No, that actually only made him more determined! Now, if only he could gather his courage and actually introduce himself to the god of the student body…

He was studying in the library with Mercedes when someone sat to the table next to his. Not bothering to look who it was he was surprised to hear giggling behind some stacks soon after. Glancing at the person at the other table he understood the reason for the giggling: Harry. The man had a few history books in front of him and was obviously doing some cross referencing judging from the way he switched between the books and made a few notes here and there. Kurt glanced at the group of young women and scoffed with disdain. While he had a crush on Harry he'd never descend to stalking, that was just creepy, he knew from experience. Making sure you had same courses at the same time was a lot more practical than standing behind stacks in a library doing nothing while looking at the object of your crush and no one (of the student body) could know he had timed every one of their shared courses and spent the beginning staring at Harry with a wishful smile.

Glancing at the assignment he was meant to do that day about English middle age theatre, he realized he didn't have the book he needed. Turning to Mercedes he asked if she could look after his stuff while he got the book and when he got a positive mumble he left the table. Up the stairs and between the stacks he went until he came to the 'Middle age of England' shelf of the history section. He browsed the shelf for a while before he found a promising looking book which was all it was, promising looking with no actual information it if you cared to read a few paragraphs. Putting it back with a sigh he continued his hunt for a suitable book. He didn't pay attention when someone else came to the same shelf as he was but when they reached for the same book he looked up and let his hand drop just before their hands touched.

"Oh, sorry, do you need this book?" Harry asked and held out the book with a friendly smile.

"Umm… uh… kinda… I need it for Professor Jackson's assignment," Kurt blushed under Harry's intense green eyes.

Recognition flashed in Harry's eyes and he smiled triumphantly. "So that's where I've seen you before! You're the guy who sits in the left back corner with that Jewish girl who's always in the musicals the student body musical club performs."

"And in every other history course you've had," Kurt muttered under his breath. "Yeah, that's me and Rachel, my step brother's fiancée."

"Isn't your step brother afraid you might steal his fiancé?" asked Harry curiously.

Kurt snorted. The day he stole someone's girl was the day world ended and he didn't spend hours getting ready in the morning. "No, he knows for a fact that I'm gay," he smiled at the memories from McKinley when he'd had a crush on Finn. "In fact, the reason my dad and his mom were introduced to each other (which led them to get married) in the first place was that I wanted to be closer to Finn. Of course, my crush on him crumbled away as soon as I got to know him better and it turned out he wasn't the knight in shining armor I'd imagined him to be."

At the mention of his sexuality Harry didn't even bat an eyelash which got him some brownie points in Kurt's eyes.

"So who's the black girl you're studying with?" Harry continued asking questions.

"Mercedes had been my best friend since high school. We befriended in our school's Glee club over fashion as soon as our rivalry on the subject subsided," explained Kurt, feeling confused. Why was Harry asking all these things? He didn't even know Kurt's name for goodness' sake! Was he interested in Mercedes? Or perhaps Rachel? Maybe even Quinn who Kurt met for lunch at least once a week. "Why do you want to know?"

A surprised expression flittered over Harry's face, leaving Kurt thoughtful. "I don't know. I'll get back to you right after I'll figure it out, okay?" Kurt nodded. "Do you want the book?"

"Please," Kurt held out his hand and Harry gave him the book.

"So, some people and I are going skating this Friday," Harry told him. "Would you like to join us? You could bring who ever you want, the more the merrier after all."

Skating? Kurt hadn't been skating in a long time but he still remembered how he loved it and he nodded with a smile. "Sure, I'll see who'll want to come."

With a smile Harry turned to leave. Over his shoulder he called: "I'll see you at the campus skating arena at five pm. on Friday then Kurt."

Later, when he'd gotten back to Mercedes, holding the book tightly, he realized Harry had known his name without asking so the recognition had had to be faked. A warm feeling settled inside him. Maybe he wasn't the only one watching Harry but he was pretty sure he was the only one being watched by Harry.