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"Dude, what the fuck happened to you?" Thad asked, looking him over. Blaine shook his head, smirking.

"You should see the other guy," he chuckled.

The Warblers knew better. Blaine didn't get into fights often, he usually intimidated the other guy –or guys- out of it despite his below average height, but when he did he usually left without a scratch. The only person that could Blaine like this was his old man.

"What'd you guys find out last night?" Blaine asked, feeling his eye throb.

"Nude Erections didn't have rehearsal, but some broad was practicing anyway," Jeff said.

"She's good," Nick nodded. "She looks funny when she sings, though."

"Big fuckin' mouth," Wes laughed, David and Thad nodding.

"Dressed like she's four."

"Or eighty!"

"Alright, shut up," he sighed. "I get it. I'm gonna go again tonight."

"Want us to come with?" Flynn offered.

"No," he said too quickly. "Uh, no. They won't recognize me. if anyone sees you again they'll know. I'll go alone."

The ruffian singers exchanged glances.

"You're seeing that blind queer from yesterday, aren't you?" Thad demanded.

"Watch your mouth," he snapped. "And it's none of your fucking business what I'm doin'. I'm goin' to see what this Glee club can do, okay?"

"Okay, okay."

Blaine knew they didn't believe him, as they shouldn't, but he didn't care. He didn't care about anything except seeing Kurt again.

"Who was that guy you were with yesterday?" Finn asked. Kurt frowned.

"Why is that any of your business?" He wondered, closing his locker and heading to class.

"Because he doesn't look like the kind of guy you would hang out with…or want to hang out with," he said. Kurt pursed his lips, angry.

"My personal life isn't your business, Finn."

"It is when it looks like someone's taking advantage of you," he said, trying to prove his point.

"Finn, I can take care of myself," he assured. "You haven't even talked to him."

"Look, Puck said he was a bad guy. He knew him in juvie and he scares him!" He spat, frustrated.

"If Puck thinks so, then he can talk to me himself. I don't think there's anything wrong with Blaine other than people tend to judge him too quickly. He stuck up for me when his friends were harassing me and helped me get home," he explained. "Someone who can do that is nothing but brave. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get to French." He flounced away, skillfully dodging a jock that stuck his foot out to trip him as he went.

"Maybe he's not coming," Kurt sighed.

"Kurt, it's only been thirty seconds," Rachel assured, patting his shoulder. "What does he look like, again?"

"Dreamy, I'd imagine," he giggled. He shook his head. "Um, curly hair, about two inches shorter than me…"

"Big eyes and a grumpy disposition?" She asked.

"Is he smoking?"

"Mmhm."

"That's him."

"He's coming up to us?" He gasped.

"Uh huh. Your night in shining leather has come to take you away to slums unknown," she said, smiling.

"Don't make fun."

Rachel's smile faded. "He's hurt." Kurt frowned, suddenly worried…worried for someone he barely knew.

"Hey, Kurt," Blaine said, trying not to sound as happy as he felt. The beating from his father was worth seeing him again.

He was just as beautiful as yesterday, but in different, yet equally adorable clothes.

Rachel was almost gawking at this new boy who was smoking on school grounds right where teachers could see him without blinking with a black eye and a split lip and a cut on his cheek. She jumped when his angry eyes flicked to hers.

"You gonna keep staring, little girl, or are you gonna go back to recess with the rest of the first graders?" He asked, unappreciative of her treating him as a sideshow attraction. She scowled.

"I'll see you in rehearsal, Kurt," she spat, stalking away.

"That was rude," Kurt frowned.

"I don't like being stared at by some chick I don't know like it's a zoo," he defended. "She was rude first."

Kurt sighed, nodding. "She does that." He cleared his throat. "I have rehearsal until four thirty."

"Cool. I'll take you to dinner when you're done," he said, no questions asked. Kurt's initial reaction was to agree to anything he said. But he paused a moment, listening to his tone. He'd done this before, demanded a date instead of acting like the gentleman that Kurt knew was in there somewhere. He wouldn't have been so helpful if he wasn't.

He swallowed, determined. "No." He could almost hear Blaine's thoughts stumble over each other.

"N-no?" He stammered. "But, you said yesterday-"

"I said I would hang out with you. You said nothing about dinner," he corrected.

"So, what do you want to do?" He grumped, heart still pounding at the fear of Kurt not wanting anything to do with him.

"I want to get to know you better," the angel explained. "Then I'll decide whether I want to go to dinner with you or not. You may be used to every other guy you ask out falling all over your fake, cocky charm, but unlike them, I can see right through you." He said it so firmly and with such defined faith that Blaine didn't question. He could bet by the end of the night Kurt would know him better than anyone.

What if he doesn't like me? What if he doesn't give me a chance like everyone else?

"I should get to rehearsal," Kurt said, reaching for his hand. "You can come spy if you want." Blaine frowned.

"How'd you know I was in the Warblers?" He blanched. Kurt grinned.

"I didn't, you just told me." Blaine smirked.

Cheeky bastard.

"Kurt, who is that?" Quinn asked.

"Who?" Puck said, peering into the audience.

"Yeah, he's not," Santana grinned.

"He's gay Santana," Kurt grumbled. "And he's just a friend." Finn scoffed. Puck's eyes grew.

"Kurt, dude-"

"Okay, guys," Mr. Schue interrupted. "Let's get goin'."

It took Blaine a moment to move after they had stopped. He was watching Kurt, just staring at him with his mouth open, astounded. If this boy was more angelic he'd have wings and a halo. The way he sang was…was just so beautiful that it made his heart hurt.

He finally stood up, shaking his head to come back to himself as he headed over to him.

"Hey, over here!" He called, ignoring the other teens glaring at him. Kurt turned in his direction, smiling and chugging a bottle of water. "That was great."

"Thank you," he said, smiling softly.

"I didn't know your range was that…" He trailed off, shaking his head. "Just, wow." Kurt blushed. "You wanna go chill at a park or something?"

"Yes, I do," the angel smiled.

"Do you mind if we talk about you now?" Blaine asked gently. The night was cool and getting cooler as it went on. The stars and the moon gleamed above their heads. He watched the soft glow dancing off of Kurt's porcelain skin, illuminating every feature, his eyes sparkling.

He made it hard for Blaine to breathe, especially when he turned to look at him.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to talk about myself," he said simply. Kurt frowned a little.

"You sound sad," he remarked. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Kurt touched his face. He sighed. "I'm fine."

"Liar." Blaine smacked his hands away.

"I don't wanna talk about myself, what don't you get about that?" He growled. Kurt flinched away, hurt and slightly confused.

"Okay," he squeaked. Blaine sighed, cursing himself and softening.

"Hey," he said gently, taking his hand. "It's just not the happiest thing to talk about, okay? I want to talk about you. I want to hear more about you."

"You should be like this more often," Kurt said, unable to stop himself from memorizing what Blaine's calloused, gentle hand on his felt like.

"You like nice?" He asked. Kurt nodded. Blaine cleared his throat, unsure why he was always so tongue-tied around this boy. "I'll, um, I'll work on that." Kurt blushed again.

"Can I ask you a question?" He said softly.

"Yeah."

"Why do you want to be around me so much?" He wondered. Now Blaine was pink and glad that he couldn't see him.

"I-I don't know. I just do," he shrugged. "It's not because I feel sorry for you or anything, don't think that. I just…"

"You don't?"

"No."

"And you're not doing it as a joke, like because I'm ugly or something?" Blaine stared at him, incredulous.

"You're not ugly," he said frankly. Kurt chewed his lip, staring at his lap.

"No one's ever said that before."

Blaine looked at their hands, then at his face.

"They should."

Blaine did talk about himself, avoiding the subject of parents. A part from that he told this boy he barely knew everything he wanted to know, something he'd never allowed before.

"I'm not much on football," he shrugged. "My love affair for scarves kind of takes away from anything else." Blaine laughed. He laughed.

"I like your laugh," Kurt smiled. Blaine frowned.

"It's just a laugh."

"I know. But yours is nice." Blaine swallowed, suddenly nervous, mouth dry, palms wet.

"I like yours to," he admitted. "I…I like you." Kurt blushed. "Would you like to go to dinner with me Friday night?"

Kurt smiled. Now that's much better, he thought.

"Yes I would," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. He heard the slight wavering in Blaine's voice when he asked, which made him feel better about his own tremble.

Blaine grinned, looking away, embarrassed. "Are you smiling?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah," he muttered, still blushing.

"Can I see?" He asked, holing up a hand. Blaine's smile grew.

"Of course."

Kurt gently touched his face with his fingertips.

He saw the crinkles at the corners of his eyes, felt his cheeks plump high on his face. He felt the dimples that spread from his lips, mouth curling is soft lips up.

"What color are your eyes?" He whispered.

"Brown. Like caramel, though. Not shit." Kurt laughed, still holding his face.

"And your hair?"

"Dark brown. Almost black."

"Your skin?"

"I'm Italian if that helps." He nodded.

"It does." Kurt's eyes were closed, a small smile on his beautiful face as he continued to ghost over his features. He felt the bulge of his Adam's apple, the sharp angle of his jaw, and the small curve in his nose.

"I can see you," he grinned. "I can see you." Blaine looked at him, still grinning.

"Like Daredevil," he remarked.

"Huh?"

"Daredevil, the superhero?" He urged. Kurt's smile grew.

"I can live with that," he said softly. "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"I'm touching your face, you can ask me anything you want."

"Have…have you ever had a boyfriend before?" Kurt paused, a wave of pain flashing over his face. He took his hands away.

"No," he whispered. "I've never had anyone interested before either." Blaine frowned, a pang going to his heart, something he hadn't allowed in years. He looked at him, at this beautiful, sweet angelic boy and wondering why on earth someone hadn't seen him sooner.

"I don't understand how."

The angel laughed ruefully.

"I'm blind, effeminate and gay. I'm kind of a specific type. Not a lot of people want to deal with my disability, let alone the amazing fashion sense and I sound like Judy Garland," he said softly. "I've given my heart to people before and never got anything in return. I'm just waiting, I guess."

Blaine squeezed his hand, wanting to know who hurt him so he could kill them later. "You don't have to wait anymore."

He surprised himself, freezing and paling. "I…" He searched Kurt's face, trying to figure out what he was thinking. He was looking at nothing, tears in his eyes.

Blaine took a deep breath, pecking his cheek and standing.

"I'll take you home." Kurt looked up at him, standing with him and trying to keep his breathing under control.

"Okay." He snuck in his own kiss on the cheek before he started to walk.

A strange feeling swelled inside Blaine that he didn't quite recognize. Most people would call it happiness.

-More soon!-