A/N: Oh my! Thank you to ALL the people who read chapter one, and especially the people who filled my e-mail inbox with alerts and reviews! I am so touched. I am already loving the community on the site from what I have seen. I am very proud to be amongst you wonderful glee fans and fellow writers

A/N: This chapter is, as promised, from Kurt's POV. It is set in the present somewhere around the Christmas episode. Before or after I did not really decide. It is before Christmas holidays though. It is much more "fluff" than "angst" because I wanted to break up the Blaine POV chapters with something positive. The next chapter will be VERY angst heavy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters in Glee. Sadly.

I got chills.
They're multiplyin'.
And I'm losin' control.
'Cause the power
you're supplyin',
it's electrifyin'!

You better shape up,
'cause I need a man
and my heart is set on you.
You better shape up;
you better understand
to my heart I must be true.

Kurt looked at the Mahogany framed clock on the wall. He still had another 25 minutes of Biology class until lunch time, and more importantly lunch time with Blaine. With some practice and self-restraint, Kurt could make it through first and second period without thinking (too much) about lunch. However, it got increasingly hard during third period when he knew it was only a short hour away. He would often catch himself just starring at the beautiful clock and watching the second hand tick...tick...tick away.

"Ahem. Kurt?" said Mr. Thompson from the front of the room.

Busted. Mr. Thompson was nice enough for a teacher, definitely nicer than most of the ones back at McKinley, but daydreaming was a big mistake in his class.

"Perhaps you should stay behind for a few minutes after class? I would love to have a nice chat about what is so riveting that it could pull you away from the structure of plant cells."

"Y-yes, Mr. Thompson" Kurt sighed, sinking deep into his chair.

The entire class room was now staring at him, some smiling and some just shaking their heads. Kurt still found the uniforms at Dalton strange, and when the thirty boys, all in uniforms, turned around to look at him in unison, he felt like they would either break out into a musical number or turn into flesh eating zombies; perhaps even both.

Kurt decided the best way to kill time, and not get caught, would be to doodle while glancing up at the board every so often. Flipping to a new page in his notebook, he began to write out "Kurt + Blaine" in various font types and sizes. He wrote silly love song lyrics in the margins of the page such as "At last my love has come along". He decided some hearts were in order, so he filled the remaining blank space with some of those. He knew it was all very elementary school crush of him, but he had just...never felt this way before.

Glancing up at the clock, he saw one minute remained in class. He knew Mr. Thompson was keeping an eye on him, but at this point he just could not keeps his eyes off the marvellous clock as it ticked down the seconds to seeing Blaine.

"Ok class. That is all for today. I hope you all have a good weekend! I know Christmas break is coming up soon, so just read the next chapter in the text and I will find some kind of in-class assignment for us instead of any homework."

Cheers erupted from the classroom. Various students vocally thanked the teacher and some even started to dance in their chairs. The workload at Dalton was a lot more than Kurt was used to, but the teachers seemed to really respect the hard work everyone put in.

"And Kurt, just don't let me catch you daydreaming again, ok? You can go now too."

"Really? Thank you Mr. Thompson! I won't let it happen again" Kurt said, smiling at the teacher and doing a little awkward bow before he grabbed his books and jolted out of the classroom.

The cafeteria. Kurt did not know Dalton's hallways all that well yet (there seemed to be an endless amount of them) but the one thing he knew was how to get to the cafeteria from any given point in the school. It has become his and Blaine's ritual meeting place after third period.

As Kurt entered the cafeteria, he saw Blaine sitting at a table on the opposite end of the room; alone. Kurt breathed a sigh of relief. Sometimes he would enter only to find Wes or one of the other Warblers sitting next to him. Kurt didn't have a problem with the Warblers, but Blaine seemed to morph into another person around his fellow glee club members. Actually, the more Kurt thought about it, Blaine was only really Blaine when they were alone. So today he would have his version of Blaine. The far superior one, Kurt thought.

Before he went to sit down with the dashing boy, Kurt pulled out a small mirror from the satchel he carried around his shoulder. It was a small golden mirror with Kurt's name on the handle in big flashy lettering. He had made the mirror himself a few days after his first Warblers meeting in an attempt to remind himself who "Kurt" really was. He looked at the small mirror and fidgeted with his fair a little.

"Kurt, you look fabulous. Go get your man" he muttered under his breath.

Putting away the mirror, he confidently walked over to the table where Blaine was at. He sat directly across from the stunningly beautiful boy. Blaine was busy reading a newspaper and didn't even notice Kurt was there.

"Ahem. Anything newsworthy happening in our cozy little town?" Kurt said, making himself known.

Blaine looked up and instantly a smile lit up his face. Kurt carefully studied the smile, trying to decipher just what it meant. He had a list in his head of the various Blaine smiles and their corresponding meanings The most common one Kurt liked to call the "barbie doll smile". That smile was plastered onto his face in many Warbler practices. This one however was real. It was the kind of smile Kurt was sure Blaine could not control; it either happened or it didn't.

"Kurt! I was just thinking about you."

"Oh? While reading about...'Mysterious Cattle Deaths Baffle Local Farmers'?" Kurt read off the paper in front of Blaine.

Blaine looked at his feet and chuckled. This was another thing Kurt had noticed about Blaine. He often looked away when he laughed or smiled – or showed any emotion, really. It was quite endearing to Kurt, especially because only he seemed to have this effect on Blaine.

"No, silly. I was just lost in thought. I figured staring at this paper was a good way to look busy. Plus, I looked quite refined reading the newspaper while..." he started to whisper "...the people behind us talk about Megan Fox's breasts."

Kurt snorted, and the two boys behind Blaine looked up from their conversation to glare at them. Blaine would have never said that if another Warbler was around, Kurt thought. This made him quite happy, if not a little bit sad for Blaine as well.

"Ok, so perhaps that is a message that we should leave. Want to head off campus? I'll drive us to that sushi place you love" Blaine said with a wink.

"They do have a very nice interior design in that place. It makes it much easier to digest food over the grey and...well, more grey of this place. Just let me grab something from my room first, ok?"

Blaine raised an eyebrow and shot Kurt a confused glance, but nodded his head. "Meet you outside then in five" he said, walking off. Kurt was memorized by the way Blaine's backside looked and watched him walk off until Blaine exited through the doors on the other side of the room.

With a gleeful sigh, Kurt bounded up to his room. There was a definite spring in his step. He was falling in love, and this time he felt like it was ok to let himself. Blaine was not straight for one, but more importantly had been flirting with Kurt since the day they met. Kurt didn't want to rush in too fast at first, but he had spent a sufficient amount of time being flirted at for his mindset to switch. He was now in full-on "make Blaine mine" mode. And he loved every second of it.

Kurt swung open the door to his room and fell onto the bed. He was so happy he could just burst open at any moment. He knew there was nothing particularly special about the day. Class, more class, and some sushi. For Kurt though, every day felt like a miracle. Each day with Blaine was a new experience for him. Getting sushi with another boy felt as triumphant as climbing Everest. Heck, a few short months ago Kurt thought Everest seemed like a more realistic goal than getting sushi with another boy.

"He is going to love it. I know he will" Kurt said, getting up off his bed.

He grabbed a small, silver package off his nightstand and walked back out the door. It was the first gift he was going to give to another boy. It was nothing special, just a movie, but Kurt was so excited to see the look on Blaine's face. He knew being off-campus was the perfect time to give it to him as well. This way the real Blaine was sure to be 100% present.

The second he opened the large doors to the school he saw Blaine. He was standing in front of his small, black car that he had pulled up to the curb.

"Your carriage awaits, my prince" Blaine said, bowing and opening the passenger door.

It was all too much for Kurt. He started to blush violently red. Embarrassed, he jumped into the car before Blaine could notice...much.

"I love embarrassed Kurt. He is my second favourite kind of Kurt" cooed Blaine, shutting the door behind him.

"Oh? And what would be your favourite then?" coaxed Kurt as Blaine hopped into the driver's seat, Kurt starting to return to normal color.

"That would be singing Kurt. Something...changes...when you sing" Blaine said, not daring to look at Kurt as he did.

"Well, I am not the only one. I think singing Blaine is my favourite Blaine, too. When you sing it's like you drop 200 pounds of baggage and just, well, sing. It's refreshing"

Kurt knew he had crossed a line as soon as the words escaped his mouth. He knew very well the changes Blaine went through depending on his environment, but he also knew very well this was not a comfortable subject for Blaine. He had hinted at it once or twice and been given the awkward subject change.

"...yea. I know. Singing is really special to me, Kurt. I, well..." Blaine started to say.

"It's ok. I get it. You don't want to talk about it. Just know that I get what you are trying to say."

"You remind me of someone I used to know, Kurt. Thank you for that."

"So. Sushi sounds good right about now. Shall we?"

Blaine was not the only one who knew when it was time for a subject change. With that they were off. It only took about ten minutes to get from the campus to the restaurant. It was just enough time for a few classic Broadway tunes as they both belted out the words to "Take Me Or Leave Me" (Kurt taking the Maureen part) and "Maybe This Time".

They walked into the beautiful building, walls covered with old Japanese style artwork, and each ordered a plate of California rolls. Kurt liked almost every type of sushi, but he knew Blaine hated it all. Ever since Kurt mentioned his love for the food however, Blaine had insisted they go out for sushi whenever possible. Kurt felt bad for letting him pretend to enjoy the food, but a little part of him was enjoying Blaine's sacrifice far too much to say anything.

"Mmm. These rolls sure are good today!" Blaine voiced emphatically as he took a bite of his sushi.

Kurt had to stuff his mouth with two rolls at once to stop from laughing. He decided that after today he would say something about it and put Blaine out of his misery. For now he wanted to soak up all the awkward Blaine he could.

"So...I know it is not Christmas yet..." Kurt started to say, putting down his chopsticks and taking the silver present out of his bag.

"Oh Kurt! No! You should not have gotten me anything! It's not even Christmas yet! I have not bought you anything yet! This is so not fair!" protested Blaine.

"Ok, for once you are going to have to suck it up and just accept my doting on you" Kurt said, forcing the package into Blaine's hands.

Blaine rolled his eyes and started to open the gift.

"So I hope you don't already have it. I mean, it's nothing much, but I noticed the other day you didn't seem to have this musical in your collection. Frankly, I was kind of shocked. I thought you might even have two copies of it! I know I do – and before you ask, no, this is not a hand-me-down copy. I went and bought you your own. And don't feel like you need to buy me something back, because this i-..." Kurt started to ramble on, but was stopped by the look of shock on Blaine's face.

"I-It's...Hairspray" Blaine said, frozen in place. The color was starting to drain out of the boys face – fast.

He dropped the DvD on the ground, started to shake his head violently back and forth, and backed up out of his chair. Kurt had never seen Blaine act this way. It was starting to scare him a lot.

"B-Blaine, what is it? Are you ok? Did I do something wrong? What is it, Blaine?"

The boy was not responding. He just kept shaking his head and trembling as he starred at the DvD on the ground. Kurt thought Blaine looked like he had seen a ghost with a terrible fashion sense.

"I...I can't...I...I..." Blaine started to mutter.

Something took over Kurt and he sprang to action. He took the DvD and stuck it back in his bag. Then he took Blaine by the shoulder and led him out back to the car, placing some cash and a generous tip on the table.

"Sssh. Blaine, it's ok. It's ok, Blaine" Kurt cooed softy in the scarred boy's ear.

"I...I...I..."

"It's ok. I'm here. It's ok."

A/N: I'm sorry if this counts as ending on a cliff-hanger! I hate doing that, but this felt like the right place for me to stop. So, I hope you enjoyed this slightly more fluff-like chapter? I really love the ending, personally. I would love to see what you guys think in a review! And fair warning: The next chapter is going to be even darker than the first, so it *may* take me longer to write. But chapter 4 will be back to fluff!