a/n: I don't know if I told you on the last chapter, but this hasn't been beta'd or anything, and it's 2:30am so yeah. Sorry in advance.

Kurt had just opened the main door of the school when he heard it, a loud gasp followed by strings of heavy laughter. Yeah, someone had just received a slushy facial.

Turning back for a second to see who the victim was, Kurt bit his lip and shook his head when he saw it was none other than the new kid he'd noticed before. He'd totally called it, but that didn't make it a good thing.

The boy looked completely and utterly defeated as Azimio and another burly football player strut away, high fiving each other and showing off to the small crowd. Not one of the New Directions members were around, and Kurt wondered if the boy had any other friends.

He highly doubted it.

Sighing, he knew he was going to completely regret this, but he still had a towel in his locker, and at most he could help the boy get the disgustingly painful corn syrup out of his eyes.

And maybe he would try and dispose of that hideous bow tie while he was there.

"Don't rub at it, it'll only make it worse" Kurt announced as he walked up to the boy. He noticed now that he was a little bit shorter than he was which made him an even easier target. He just couldn't catch himself a break could he?

"Mmkay" the boy replied shakily, closing his eyes tight and moving his hands away from his eyes like Kurt had told him to.

"I'm going to take you to my locker, then the bathroom okay? Don't open your eyes"

Kurt really hoped the boy trusted him as he took a hold of his damp, sticky sleeve. He weaved them through the few stragglers left in the hallways, pulling the towel out of his locker and going on to the girl's bathroom. It was the closest and he was sick of the looks he was getting.

Pulling a chair from the corner, Kurt placed it in front of a sink and instructed Blaine to sit, helping him down as he obviously couldn't see.

As he warmed the water, he gently tilted the boy's head back under the faucet and let the water begin to rise out of blue dye. The boy was lucky it wasn't orange, because that stuff was insane to try and wash out.

"You okay?" Kurt asked after a few moments, running his hand through the boy's hair. The gel was sticking to his fingers as well as the slushy, but he decided not to complain as he wasn't the one with his head in the sink.

"Yeah, -'m fine, thanks..." he said nervously, sitting up when Kurt instructed him to as he began rubbing his hair with the towel, getting rid of most of the slushy.

After a few more awkward moments, and realizing that the boy had a cute little afro going on when his hair wasn't gelled down, Kurt decided to talk again.

"So what's your name? I've seen you hanging out with the Glee Club..." Kurt said with a shrug, running his fingers through the boy's hair with a small smile on his face, trying to tame at least a bit of it so he didn't need to go out in public looking how he did at the moment.

"Oh uh, I'm Blaine... I just transferred here from Dalton Academy in Westerville and...-"

Kurt was doing it again, drowning out what the other person was saying when he was lost in his own thoughts. It was the first time he'd had a proper look at... What was his name, Blaine? Well, the boy's face, and now that he wasn't distracted by his horrific fashion choices, he had to admit that he was quite attractive. He had golden eyes, with hints of both hazel and green in them, now that his hair had settled a little bit, Kurt could tell they when done properly they would be small ringlets, which was cute in his opinion. Blaine's jaw was defined and Kurt watched him finish talking, realizing that he hadn't listening to most of what the shorter boy had said.

Kurt nodded where appropriate and extended his hand when Blaine was done. "I'm Kurt" he said with a smile, maybe cleaning him off wasn't such a bad idea after all.

Blaine smiled back at him and shook Kurt's hand, his eyes running up and down his body the same way Kurt had done to him. Was he...? No he couldn't be.

There was another awkward silence, a shuffling of feet and Blaine trying to flatten his hair down a little more before they both tried to speak.

"Well thanks anyway-"

"What did they eve-"

Both of them paused and laughed, Kurt biting at his lip while Blaine looked at the ground nervously.

"Thanks" Blaine simply said as Kurt nodded, watching as the shorter boy turned to walk out the door after he handed him the damp, stained towel.

On Monday everything would go back to normal. Well, normal being Kurt wanting to know more about Blaine, but not being able to because of his damn reputation. Watching Blaine get slushied brought back bad memories for Kurt, and it reminded him of why he and Blaine couldn't be friends.

That night, a pair of golden eyes moved in and out of his dreams. Sometimes they belonged to the thrower of a particularly cold slushy, or behind the force of a strong pair of hands shoving him in to a locker. Although sometimes, they were full of kindness and caring, they were full of a love that only someone special could show. They showed longing and adoration, and complete and utter devotion to Kurt.

When he woke up, he didn't know which set of dreams of believe, but thank God it was a Saturday. Kurt at least didn't have to face Blaine until Monday, not that there was anything to face, was there?

How was it that an encounter that lasted only a few minutes, made him think so much?

Kurt sat up in his bed, rubbing his eyes and running his hands through his hair. Luckily for him, he was going shopping with Brittany and Santana today, so hopefully he could get his mind off Blaine.

Could he?

He really, really hoped so.