The Notebook
"Hey, Kurt?" comes a voice behind him and he turns around quickly.
"Hi," he smiles, the butterflies in his stomach awakening suddenly at the sight of Blaine's face.
"Here's your History notebook-" Blaine hands it to Kurt, who indulges on the short second of their hands touching and then holds tight onto the notebook, "thank you so much, you literally saved me."
Kurt blushes. "N-no problem, I mean, that's what friends are for, right?"
The bell rings, and Blaine puts his hand on Kurt's shoulder- Kurt's heart beats faster- and beams at him. "Alright, I've gotta go- thanks again! See ya!" and he runs off.
Kurt bites his lip, clutching the notebook to his chest. "Bye," he says, but Blaine's already all the way down the hallway.
Later that day, when he's sitting down in class, a terrifying thought passes in his head, and he quickly opens his notebook, rummaging through the few last pages until he finds it- a red heart, with two names in it, written in his handwriting. He just barely stops himself from cursing out loud.
But then he notices the smaller, neater writing by the edge of the heart; in a simple blue pen and a beautiful cursive handwriting, it reads: I guess you'll go out with me, then?-B
He lifts a shaky hand and asks the teacher if he can- I don't know, can you?- may go use the restroom, and locks the door to the stall before squealing so hard he's sure half the school has heard him.
I don't know, the idea just popped into my head. (By the way can we talk about how perfect Kurt's heart drawing was? Like seriously no one draws a heart that perfectly)