A/N: Wow. I got more hits than I thought I would get! And waaay more alerts than I thought I would get,too. Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed. It means a lot.
It's been a while but I've been pre-occupied with something that really drained out all of my energy all this week. I'm sorry about that. BUT I also got to see the new Harry Potter again. Where I live we don't have the best theatre, so seeing it in IMAX 3D was awesome! And sad since there won't be anymore HP movies...
And to all of you who gave me prompts: don't worry, they're coming, but I have a few others to get through. After this there's only two more and then I'll get to yours! :)
Remember, this story is, and will always be, AU. Another Universe/Author's Universe.
DISCLAIMER: FANfiction on FANfiction. net, Glee is not mine, it will never be... :/ If it WAS owned by me I would be rich and give Mike, Jeff, Nick, and Tina more main parts and storylines. And I would also make Blaine a regular since in season two he might as well have been a regular :D
I hope you all enjoy this chapter! I enjoyed it because while I was writing this I was listening to Riker Lynch's band, R5. XD

PROMPT: At Regionals

Kurt paced the small room where all of the New Direction were sitting and arguing. Of course they were arguing. That's all this Glee club did was argue or fight over something so stupid as to who had who at one time, and to who was cheating on who. (Poor Mike and Brittany, Kurt thought.) Kurt was sick of it. He just wanted a time before a competition where nothing emotional happened; when they were all just silently freaking out because in minutes they would have to go up on that stage and perform for the judges. It's not like they needed even more nerves before going on.

After the next comment from Rachel, Kurt let out a loud groan. "That's it! I've had it! All you guys do is fight over guys! Such stupid things! Rachel, Finn did it with Santana when you weren't dating. He didn't have to tell you because he did it when you weren't the most main part of his life. Therefore, it doesn't matter! Tina, Artie, Brittany and Mike aren't cheating on you guys, you're just too arrogant to care. If we want to go up there we need to be relaxed and not fighting over EVERY SINGLE THING THAT IS HAPPENING!" Kurt turned around and burst out of the room.

Kurt quickly walked down the hallway towards the small 'bar' to get a bottled water. When he turned around the next corner he saw something that was pretty entertaining to see.

A small boy with brown gelled hair was jumping up repeatedly, trying to reach something on top of a tall shelf that most people would be able to reach. He was making small sounds of distress as he tried to reach up. The short boy finally stopped jumping and let out a soft shriek."That's it! Fine! You stay up there! It's not like I have something better to do, like making sure I get back to our room so that Wes won't freak out and start preaching to me about being on time and not slacking off! No, that's definitely not my number one priority right now! You just stay up there!"

"Do you need help? Because, by the sound of it, you really do."

The boy turned around swiftly and saw Kurt standing behind him with his arms on his hips. "Nooo. I just- I was- trying to... 'treachbecauseit'stoohigh. (trying to reach my tie which Jeff hid on top of this shelf that I can't reach because it's too high)"

Kurt raised his eyebrows as the gelled hair boy rambled. "First of all, you were talking to a tie? Second of all, why don't I just help you with that?"

"Oh no, that's fine! I can get it! All I need it a step or stool, and then I'm home free!"

Kurt shook his head and stepped forward, took hold of the red and navy striped tie, and gave it to Blaine. "There. That wasn't so hard, was it? Just pretend that it was you who got it off of the shelf. My name is Kurt Hummel, by the way."

"Blaine. Blaine Anderson." Blaine sighed. "Thanks so much, Kurt. Jeff does this every year so that now it's kind of become a tradition. These are the moments when I wish I was taller."

"You're welcome... So, which group are you a part of for this competition?"

"The Warblers." Blaine responded hesitantly, he didn't want to scare Kurt away because he was competition for his choir.

"Oh, cool! You're that all-boys private school a capella choir! You guys were great last year! I was pretty impressed that you can all keep in tune with each other." Kurt was smiling as the compliments flowed from his mouth. Most people would think he was the type of person who would put down the competition (like Rachel), but he always enjoyed the other choirs' performances, especially the Warblers. A capella was hard to sing, and Kurt really respected that group for doing that.

Blaine blinked repeatedly, trying to take in all of the comments. "Wow, um, thank you! It is pretty hard to do." He wrung his hands waiting for that one question that everyone always asked him...

"You're the soloist, right?"

There it was.

"Yes.

Blaine shut his eyes tightly, ready for the lash out that was bound to happen...

"You're really good, you know.

Blaine opened his eyes. "What?"

Kurt giggled. (Freaking giggled! Blaine thought It's adorable.) "You heard what I said." Blaine stared at his, mouth open in a small 'o'. "No? I said that you were really good. You should be proud of yourself. Everyone in New Directions with me are impressed with you guys. Even if they won't all say it."

"I've never heard you before." Blaine commented lightly.

Kurt winced. "I've never really had a chance to sing in my Glee club. The only people who really get solos are Finn and Rachel... mostly Rachel. But this year Santana, Sam, and Quinn get the solos and duets."

"You don't get duets?"

"No." Kurt replied sharply. "No one would want to sing a solo with me. As they say I'm a 'capital G gay'."

"Oh. Sorry..." Blaine looked down at his dress shoes. Why had he mentioned duets? If Kurt didn't get any solos it was pretty obvious that he wasn't going to get any duets! He must have sounded like such an idiot!

"It's okay, though. I don't think any judges would really want a gay couple to sing anyway." Kurt bit his lower lip.

"Well, maybe someone should chance that, someday. Maybe one of us will."

"Wait... you're gay?"

"Yep."

"You?"

"Yes."

"You... as in Blaine Anderson?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure."

"Wow."

"Yep."

"Just... wow."

"Yeah."

A loud call came from the hallways behind Kurt. "KURT! GET DOWN HERE! WE NEED TO GO THROUGH EVERYTHING! IF YOU DON'T I'LL TAKE EVERY SINGLE PIECE OF CLOTHING FROM YOUR CHARLIE MCSHEEN COLLECTION AND BURN IT!"

"I'm coming, Puck! And it's Alexander MCQUEEN!" Kurt turned back around to Blaine. "Sorry, I have to go. It was really nice meeting you, thoug. I hope we meet again."

Blaine smiled. "I do, too. Good luck with everything."

Kurt grinned (Blaine thought he had the most beautiful smile ever.). "You, too. I hope we'll both get through, but I don't that would happen again."

Blaine laughed. "Yeah, I don't think so , either. Good-bye, Kurt."

Kurt looked into Blaine's dark brown eyes and smiled, his own blue-green eyes sparkled. "Bye, Blaine. See you around."

As soon as Kurt disappeared around the corner Blaine let out a long sigh.

That boy was a boy that he was sure he wouldn't forget.

Maybe, someday, he'd meet him again.

"Crap! I didn't get his number!"

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