A/N: Hello, dear readers. It's me again! So this is another MPREG story. And this time you don't have to worry about me not updating it for months. It's already completed and you should expect another chapter in a week or so. Also, this is AU story and Blaine is one year older than Kurt. There are more changers but you'll find out about them later :) I hope you enjoy and please leave a review.

I don't own anything.

''Can you believe it, Kurt?" Rachel asked as they stared in wonder at the huge building in front of their eyes. The short girl leaned her head against her best friend's shoulder as she fixed her gaze on the students filling the NYADA building. "Our dreams are finally coming true." She turned her face to the sky letting the sun fill her brown eyes with golden luster.

"Sometimes I think that it's just a beautiful dream." Kurt said wrapping his arm around Rachel's shoulders. "We should probably go inside if we don't want to be late on our first day."

"Yes! You're totally right!" Rachel said as she grabbed Kurt's hand and started pulling him towards the school. It was hard to believe that such a small girl had so much strength. "We need to make a good first impression." Rachel stopped in front of the door, straightened out her clothes and fixed her hair before finally pushing the door open.

They both smiled brightly when they saw varied people walking around and chatting. Kurt finally felt that he belonged somewhere. He was no longer the only out gay kid in the whole school. There were many people like him here and Kurt longed to meet all of them. Maybe he would even find a boyfriend.

The classes at NYADA were mostly interesting. Finally Kurt didn't have to learn about useless stuff like paramecium's anatomy. The professors seemed nice, but demanding. It was a nice change from the ignorant McKinley's teachers.

Eventually there was one class left. Kurt was optimistic, because it was a dance class and while he wasn't a very great dancer it was a chance to learn something new. Maybe then he would have a way to pick up guys at the clubs.

When Kurt entered the changing room something seemed off. The atmosphere was tense and the boys were changing clothes very slowly as if they wanted to be late. Kurt put down his bag on the bench and turned to a short blond-haired boy who was sitting on it with a terrified expression on his face. Kurt gently touched his shoulder trying to gain his attention.

The boy jumped at the sudden contact before turning his big blue eyes to Kurt. ''Hi. Do you know what's going on here? Everyone seems almost…scared.''

''You've got to be kidding me." The blond boy said. "Do you know who is our dance teacher?"

"Um, I do. Her name is Cassandra July, right? What's wrong with her?" Kurt asked pulling off his clothes.

"God, I can't believe that you don't know anything about that heartless cruel bitch." Kurt frowned, but kept changing his clothes. "There are legends of her and her unconventional teaching methods." The shorter boy said pulling off his shirt. "Every year she picks up one student to torment. That poor creature usually leaves her class after less than two months."

"How do you know any of that if you're a freshman?" Kurt asked, a little taken aback at his large knowledge about their dance teacher.

He snorted unzipping his jeans. "Everyone knows that. She's a bitch to everyone apart from her favorite little Blainey. She claims that he's 'the best of the best''' He made air quotes rolling his eyes.

"Blainey?" Kurt asked furrowing his eyebrows questioningly.

"Blaine Anderson." The blond boy ran his hand through his hair after pulling a shirt over his head. "He's a sophomore. Cassandra adores him. I think that she's all over him."

"Wait, they are together?" Kurt asked a bit shocked.

The blue-eyed boy shrugged. "I don't think so. He plays hard to get. No one really knows what team he plays for. Some people say that he's gay. I don't know."

"Again, how do you know that?" Kurt asked.

"Well, they are practicing all the time. Right now they are in the dance room going through some moves."

Kurt opened his mouth to ask another question, but in that moment the door swung open and the whole room fell into silence. Kurt's jaw dropped open when he noticed a dark-hired boy. He was handsome without a doubt. His whole body was sweaty and he had gym clothes on which were plastered to his body showing his impressive muscles. Every pair of eyes in the room was set on him. The boy stopped in the middle of the room and glared at the other students. "What are you staring at?" He asked coldly.

Kurt couldn't take his eyes off his face. His lips were deliciously pink and there was some strange light in his eyes. They seemed a little sad and cold, but at the same time very alive. Everyone in the room returned to their previous activities letting the new comer change his clothes. Less than two minutes later the stranger was gone.

"Wow, he's…" Kurt trailed off failing at finding adequate words to describe the stranger.

"Self absorbed jerk? Yes, he is." The blond boy said. "You've just met Blaine Anderson." Kurt still stared at the now closed door. "Oh, my name is Peter Johnson." Kurt finally tore his eyes away to look at the blue-eyed boy. He reached out his hand and Kurt shook his firmly.

"Kurt Hummel."

"Anderson's gone!" They turned around to look at the tall, well-built boy with a dark eyes. "We'd better go before Cassandra comes to get us herself."

The boys excited the room and entered the specious practicing area. The girls were already there. Rachel, looking a little scared, but optimistic waved shyly to Kurt. The blue-eyed boy waved back hesitantly.

Suddenly they heard the sound of the door being shut loudly and they all turned around to look for the source. A blond, attractive woman walked towards them with hard to read expression on her face. She eyed them critically and put her hands on her hips. "Welcome to my dance class. A fair warning. This is not a place for lazy idiots." She walked towards the shortest girl who looked like she was going to shit herself and stood face to face with her. "My classes are hard and exhausting. If you don't know if you'll make it then you won't. You can leave now."

She waited a couple of seconds looking straight into the poor girl's eyes. "Fine." Cassandra eventually said turning around. "Let's get started!" She clapped her hands and the music filled the room.

At some point Kurt thought about giving up and getting the hell out of there. Every time Kurt thought that the practice was over Cassandra would just speed up the pace. "You." She pointed at him when he fell down on his ass. "you are absolutely the worst dancer ever."

Then she turned around and started critiquing other students. Kurt had a lot of trouble keeping up the pace and he knew that it was more than obvious. "Okay. I don't want you to die. Go back home to your pathetic lives." Cassandra said after two hours of murderous practice receiving a couple of sighs of relief.

Kurt watched as the students starter exciting the practice room trying to catch his breath. As soon as Cassandra sent him a dirty look though, Kurt followed other boys to the changing room. He sat heavily on the bench and took a bottle of water out of his bag. He unscrewed it before taking a long sip. He closed his eyes and almost moaned in pleasure as the cold water started to stream down his throat.

"Hard, huh?" Kurt looked up to see Peter changing his shirt.

"I'm just glad that I can go home now collapse on my bed and sleep 'til morning."

"Same." Peter said swinging his bag over his shoulder. "See you around." He said before leaving the room.

Kurt followed him with his eyes to the door and started pulling off his sticky clothes. A couple of minutes later Kurt left the room to find Rachel waiting for him. She looked as exhausted as Kurt felt.

Wordlessly they started walking towards the exit. "She's a nightmare." Kurt broke the silence as they left the building.

"Tell me about it." Rachel said as she hooked her arm with Kurt's. "I can feel every muscle in my body and it isn't a nice feeling. I just hope that she can notice my outstanding talent soon."

Kurt rolled his eyes, but smiled a little. It was nice to see that Rachel was still herself. "Did you see Blaine Anderson?" She asked a couple of minutes later.

Suddenly the pictures of the dark-hired tanned boy started rushing back into Kurt's mind. He found himself wanting to see that boy again and possibly get to know him. "I did." Kurt said.

"Do you think that he is really that great?" She asked. "Ms July loves him."

"Then he has to be good." Kurt said remembering Peter's words.

Later that night when Kurt went to sleep all he could think of was a pair of beautiful, yet somehow sad golden eyes.

Kurt entered the library trying to balance the heavy pile of books in his arms. The library was filled with students, but they seemed well-behaved as they kept quiet. Kurt found an empty table and sat down spreading the books over the table. He took one of the thickest ones about music history and opened it on a chapter that he was assigned to read this week.

He started reading, but soon he got distracted as the door opened rather loudly. The old librarian shushed the student, but he just waved her off. Kurt's eyes widened slightly when he noticed that it was Blaine Anderson. The dark-hired boy sat on the armchair in the corner and pulled a book out of his satchel. Kurt noticed that it wasn't a course book. Kurt squinted his eyes trying to read the title. He frowned as he saw the letters. If I stay it read.

Suddenly Blaine looked up and locked his eyes with Kurt's. The brown-hired boy quickly looked away blushing slightly. He tried to focus on reading his book, but it was pointless. After a couple of minutes he looked at the other boy again, noticing that he looked much different than yesterday. His black hair was gelled back and he was wearing a pair if dark red skinny-jeans and a navy blue cardigan. All of his attention seemed to be focused on the book. Kurt watched as the expression on his face kept changing as he read.

Kurt couldn't tear his eyes away. He was mysterious and Kurt realized that he wanted to know what was hidden behind the name Blaine Anderson. "God, you've got to be kidding me!." Kurt jumped a little at the loud voice before looking up at the blond boy. The librarian hissed at him for disturbing the other students, to which Peter held up his hands in surrender. He sat down on the chair opposite Kurt and whispered. "Don't even think of it."

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked trying to pretend that he didn't know what the other boy was talking about.

Peter rolled his eyes. "Oh, come on, Kurt. I can see hearts in your eyes." The blond boy glanced briefly at Blaine. "He is off limits. Blaine Anderson is almost as cruel and cold as Cassandra herself. He has no friends apart from a bitchy lesbian who is two years older than him."

"You don't know what he is like." Kurt said quietly. "You only know what other people think about him. Maybe he's actually different? Maybe everyone is just too afraid of him to speak up? Maybe he's just shy?"

Peter laughed a little. "Oh, please. He's not shy, trust me. Last year some guy started hitting on him. Blaine got so pissed off that he broke the guy's nose." Kurt winced a little. "So don't even try anything with him. I'm saying it for your own good. Stay away from him."

Kurt looked at the dark-hired boy not believing that he was capable of hurting someone. Well, who was he kidding? He didn't know anything about Blaine Anderson and maybe Peter was right that it was wiser to stay away from him.

As the days went by Kurt found himself dangerously interested in Blaine Anderson. He found out that Blaine came every day to library at 5 PM. The result of his discovery was that he started coming there at this time as well only to watch for a couple of minutes or sometimes even hours Blaine's worries-free face. His eyes always were cloudy and sad and only reading books seemed to fill them with light.

Kurt liked to watch this light from afar. Sometimes he really wanted to introduce himself and ask him out for a coffee but he was always too afraid. One day while Kurt was walking through the corridor he saw Blaine shove one student into a locker. That made him think more straight. Blaine Anderson was not a boy for him. According to most of the people he only cared about dance. Nothing else mattered to him and he would do anything to be the best.

Kurt tried to tell himself that he shouldn't be interested in someone like Blaine because the truth was that he didn't know a thing about the other boy. He always was on his own, sometimes only with a tall Latina girl, but he didn't let anybody come closer to him. If someone tried to talk to him he would snap and leave the room.

"Could you tell me something more about Blaine?" Kurt asked Peter one day during one of his classes with professor Philips who was currently very absorbed in a conversation with one of his students.

The blond boy glared at him suspiciously. "Forget about him, Kurt. Trust me, he's not interested in any form of relationship."

"I just don't get why he is this way." Kurt whispered tapping his fingers against his desk impatiently. "He always seems so cold and distant. Why? Something must have happened to him."

Peter shrugged. "Why would I know that?"

Kurt rolled his eyes. "Well, you seem to know a lot of things."

Peter looked around the room, before leaning slightly forward. "There are rumors." He whispered. "Some people from a different school, my friend's friends, say that he was dumped by someone in high school and then he just disappeared for the rest of the year. When he came here…he was different."

After this conversation Kurt couldn't help but think about Blaine even more. It didn't help him focus on his dance classes though. After two weeks he realized that he was Cassandra's this year's target.

"Hummel, my eyes bleed when I see your moves. Could you at least try?" She would say something among these lines every time he did something wrong.

One day after the practice it was so late, and he was so exhausted that he barely could walk. When he was walking through the corridor towards the exit he tripped over his own legs and bumped into someone. They both fell to the floor, Kurt on top of the stranger.

When Kurt looked down his eyes widened in shock, fear or confusion. He wasn't sure. Under his body was lying no one other than Blaine Anderson. Kurt immediately pulled himself up and started apologizing in fear that he would do something to him. "I'm so sorry! Please, let me help you." He held his hand out to help Blaine to his feet but the boy just eyed his hand suspiciously and stood up without Kurt's assistance. He shook the dirt of his gym clothes and slung his back over his shoulder.

"Just watch your way next time." Blaine said. He started walking away, but something insane inside of Kurt didn't want to let him go just yet, so he grabbed his elbow stopping him.

"Wait." Kurt said, a little desperately.

Blaine seemed a little surprised as he turned slowly around and eyed Kurt up and down. His eyes somehow softened as he looked into Kurt's blue ones. "Yes?"

Kurt opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He rubbed his neck frustrated before finally stuttering out. "Um, would you like to…get a coffee maybe? You look like you need one." Kurt mentally cursed himself for making such a fool out of himself. Blaine looked a little surprised, but he surely wouldn't like to go anywhere with Kurt.

His eyes became cold again which made Kurt's heart ache just a little bit. "No, thanks." He said coldly. "I have better things to do. Some people have to pay themselves for their tuitions." He glared one last time at Kurt and walked away.

Kurt deduced that his words meant that he had to work. He followed Blaine with his eyes until the dark-hired boy excited the building and then he did the same. Outside, Rachel was waiting for him. "Finally." She said as he approached her.

"Hummel, get out of these smelly clothes and come to my office." Cassandra said with her back turned to the group. Without turning around even once to look at him she excited the dance room.

"Ugh, you're out." Peter said as they walked to the changing room. "I'm so sorry, man, but it must have happened eventually."

Kurt sent him a dirty glare. "It's not that, I'm sure. It's about something else. I'm not that horrible."

"Yes, you are, but we'll see." Peter said as he pulled off his shirt.

Kurt changed a little slower than usual trying to think of a reason why Cassandra wanted to see him in the office. Peter was probably right, he realized. With a heavy heart and a pile of dirty clothes in his gym bag Kurt knocked against the door to her office.

"Come in." She said.

Kurt slowly pushed the door open looking around. Cassandra was sitting on a chair with her legs put on the desk. "Don't stand there like that. Sit down." Kurt obediently sat down on a chair opposite her clutching tightly the bag in his hands. "You know why you are here, right?"

Kurt slowly nodded his head swallowing a lump in his throat. "Yeah. You want me to quit."

"That's correct." She said looking closely at him. "But unfortunately ma'am Tibideaux claims that you've got talent and I have to let you stay." Kurt let out a breath of relief. "But you need a little help."

In that moment the door swung open and all the air was knocked out of Kurt when he saw who was standing in front of him.

Blaine freaking Anderson.

"Meet your new tutor, Kurt." Cassandra said with an evil smirk formed on her lips.

They stood in Cassandra's office motionlessly staring at each other for a couple of painfully long minutes until the blond woman broke the pregnant silence. "Blaine is one of my only students who doesn't actually suck like the rest of you, so I hope he can teach you something useful."

"Wait, what?" Blaine asked, clearly surprised just as much as his brown-hired soon-to-be student if not more. "I have better things to do. You know that I have to work!"

"I don't really care about your personal problems, Anderson. Just do as I say. No discussion." Cassandra said taking a sip of what Kurt assumed was coffee.

Blaine opened his mouth as to argue but he only cursed under his breath and ran out of the room, shutting the door loudly behind himself.

Cassandra stretched out her arms and entwined them behind her head. "Wow. It went much better than I expected." She said smirking.

"Do you really think it's a good idea to be with him in the same room…alone?" Kurt added the last word remembering the poor freshman that got shoved painfully into a locker a couple of days ago by Blaine.

Cassandra raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow at him. "He doesn't actually bite. He may not look like it, but he is a good guy." Her voice softened slightly. "Just no one is patient enough to actually get to know him. The real him. I only get glimpses of his true personality, but I know that he's a completely different person deep down. He just needs time to trust people. Don't give up one him too soon. He could use some friends beside that Lopez girl."

Kurt was a little taken aback by the sudden wave of…motherly love (he wasn't really sure what Cassandra's feelings were towards Blaine) from his usually cruel dance teacher. "Um, okay." Kurt responded not really knowing what to say to her. "I can try."

"Thank you." She said and took another sip of her drink. "Uh," She mumbled under her breath, looking inside the mug. "Go to the nearest coffee shop and buy me something that I can swallow down." Kurt gaped at her, not knowing if it was a joke or not.

It was not.

"Kurt, don't you think that it's a little stupid to be with someone like him alone?" Rachel asked the next day while they were eating lunch on the bench outside of the school building.

"You are overreacting, Rachel." Kurt said even though he was still a little afraid even after hearing Cassandra's words. "He's not a murderer or anything like that. No one really knows him and as weird as it sounds I trust Cassandra."

"Well, I hope you're right." Rachel said taking a bite of her vegetarian sandwich. "Just a fair warning. He's been pissed off the whole morning. While I was walking from class to class I saw him yell at some poor freshman girl."

Kurt shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not surprised to be honest. He wasn't exactly happy when Miss July told him that he was to tutor me."

"Just be careful with him." Rachel said wiping her mouth with a napkin. "I don't want to see you get hurt because of some boy. I have to admit, he's hot, but he is most likely straight. Trust me, I can sense gay from miles after living with two gays in the same house for eighteen years."

She threw the napkin into the trashcan and picked up her book bag. "Let's go!" She said, far too cheerfully for a regular human being.

It turned out that Kurt didn't have to know Blaine's phone number to get into touch with him. As always he walked to the library to study and sat in his usual spot. He started reading the book, but after a couple of minutes he got interrupted by the librarian shushing one of many students for disturbing the silence.

He looked up to see Blaine Anderson enter the study hall. "Hi." Kurt said as soon as the dark-hired boy was directly in front of him.

"You wanted me to tutor you, huh?" He asked crossing his arms over his chest. "Then move your ass and follow me."

"Like now?" Kurt asked.

"Yes, now. I don't have the whole day to baby you." Blaine said coldly.

"Um, sure." Kurt stood up and packed up his books watching as Blaine tapped his foot against the floor impatiently.

He followed the older boy out of the library and down the hall towards the practice room. It was hard to keep up with his quick step, but somehow he managed. They dressed in their gym clothes in the changing room (Kurt had some difficulties trying not to stare at Blaine's muscled back, not that he would ever admit that to himself) and went to the practice room. Blaine stood in front of him only in his black shorts and form fitting grey shirt and put his hands on his hips. "You've got troubles with waltz mostly, am I correct?" Blaine asked. Suddenly he was all business like.

"Yeah." Kurt said nodding his head dumbly. Blaine moved impossibly close to him putting one hand on his waist, and grabbed Kurt's hand with the other. Kurt blushed slightly, but rested his arm on the other's boy shoulder.

"Let me show you how it should look like." He said and led Kurt through the practice room. It was a little weird to dance without the music, but Kurt was too focused on not stepping on Blaine's feet to pay much attention to the lack of any melody.

"Don't we need music?" Kurt eventually asked.

"Not yet." Blaine replied shortly. Kurt finally looked up and frowned a little as he noticed some sort of fire in Blaine's hazel eyes. Usually he couldn't see any emotions on his face, but in that moment he could see and feel every single emotion that was running through Blaine's vines. Kurt could see that dance was something that Blaine was passionate about.

Too early Blaine stopped them and took a deep breath. " You can't just memorazie the steps and just walk. You need to swim through the room. Now it's your turn." So now Kurt was in charge. He tried to do everything he could to dance correctly, but every time he looked into Blaine's eyes all he could focus on were the emotions. He wanted Blaine to be like this all the time.

After nearly two hours of practicing they were both sweaty and breathless. Kurt could see that after a long day Blaine had trouble keeping up his façade of Cassandra's twin brother. Blaine groaned as he sat on the floor. "You're really hopeless." He wiped the sweat off his forehead and said. ''Friday. Same time. Don't be late."

"Okay." Kurt said heading off towards the changing room. When he was about to open the door, he stopped and turned around to look at the other boy. "Thank you, Blaine."

But Blaine's eyes were cold and lifeless once again. "Yeah, whatever."

Kurt entered the coffee shop willing himself not to get angry at Rachel and yell in the public place. "No, Rachel." He said firmly to the phone. "Wearing that shirt is really not a good idea unless you want to look like a kindergartener."

Rachel kept arguing to him about her clothes as he stood in a long line to the counter, but eventually Kurt won the argument saying that no guy would even spear her a glance if she kept dressing like a little child.

"Hello, what I can get for you?" A cheerful blond girl asked him when it was Kurt's turn to order.

"A non-fat mocha, please." Kurt said politely. While the girl started making him a coffee, the brown-hired boy looked around searching for an empty place to sit. His heart skipped a beat when he spotted a familiar dark-hired boy sitting by himself with his hands wrapped around a cup.

"Anything else?" The blond asked handing him the coffee.

Kurt glanced at the deliciously looking chocolate muffins at the display licking his lips. "I really shouldn't but…maybe one of these?" He pointed at the muffins. "Or maybe two. Yes, two."

The girl smiled at him and placed two chocolate muffins on the same plate. "Here you go." She said handing him the plate. Kurt pied for the coffee and the chocolate goodies and hesitantly walked over to the table occupied by Blaine.

He placed the plate in the middle of the table gaining the dark-hired boy's attention. "May I join you? You're sitting here all alone…"

"I'm fine by myself." Blaine said taking a sip of his drink.

"Oh, come on!" Kurt said sitting opposite Blaine. "Don't be like that. Eat the damn muffin and shut up." Blaine's eyes widened slightly. Both of them were surprised by Kurt's sudden courage.

Blaine did shut up and eyed the muffin suspiciously for a couple of minutes before finally lifting it up to his mouth and taking a bite. He closed his eyes and moaned in pleasure. "Someone likes chocolate, I see." Kurt said proud of himself for making Blaine feel like that.

Blaine's eyes immediately snapped open and he glared at Kurt. "Don't think that we're suddenly friends." He said.

"Of course we're not." Kurt muttered under his breath. "Let me guess. You don't need friends at all."

Blaine studied his face for a couple of seconds which made Kurt a little uncomfortable. He didn't say anything to that, just took another bite of his muffin. "It's good." He said, with his mouth full of chocolate cake. God, he looked so adorable that Kurt had to bite his lip to stop himself from doing or saying something that he would regret later.

"Tell me something about yourself, Blaine Anderson." Kurt said hoping that Blaine wouldn't snap at him for asking such a personal (for Blaine) question.

Blaine sighed shrugging his shoulders. "There's not really much to talk about. I'm just a poor college student."

"Then where are you from?" Kurt asked, hoping that he would finally get some information out of Blaine.

"I'm from Ohio." Blaine said, his gaze fixed on almost eaten muffin in his hand. "Really not friendly nor interesting place."

"I'm from Ohio, too!" Kurt said, glad that he finally found something in common with Blaine. "Lima."

Blaine didn't smile. His face only softened a little, and he didn't look like he was bored with this conversation anymore. Even though it was a small change, almost non-existent, Kurt could see it clearly. It reminded him a little of Blaine from the dance practice. But only a little. There was no blinding fire in his eyes.

"What do you want to do after graduating from NYADA?" Kurt asked curiously.

It took Blaine less than two seconds to come up with an answer. "I don't care as long as I can dance. My biggest dream is to become a national champion in classical dance." A small, almost invisible smile played on his lips. "I've always liked to dance. Singing is my other passion, so Broadway would be cool as well. Though I'm a realist, so I know that there's not a big chance for me to become a international superstar. There are a lot more talented people than me.''

Kurt had never seen Blaine so careless, and he decided that he liked this side of Blaine. The dark-hired boy apparently noticed that the walls, that were usually around him to protect his fragile heart from getting hurt were down, as his eyes stopped sparking and he glanced at his wristwatch. "Thanks for the muffin." He said standing up. "I need to get going."

Kurt leaned against the cold wall trying to catch his breath. His vision was a little foggy and he felt dizzy. He slowly sunk to the floor breathing heavily.

Blaine walked over to him on bare feet and shook his head. "We need to work on your physician condition. You're getting better at dancing, but you quickly get tired and that's a pretty big issue."

"What do you suggest then?" Kurt asked when his breath evened-out. He had to admit that Blaine was right and he needed to do something to keep up with the older boy.

"Jogging for a start." Blaine said handing Kurt a bottle of mineral water. "Every day before classes at six."

The hazel-eyed boy started walking towards the changing room. "Wait, like together?" He asked.

Blaine stopped and shrugged his shoulders. "I don't see why not."

Kurt and Blaine started spending more time together. Every day at six AM they would meet up in the city centre and run for an hour. Then they would go for a coffee together and go to their separate classes. In the afternoon they would have a dance class and then their day would be over.

Kurt wasn't surprised when he realized that he had a crush on his dance tutor. He didn't know if Blaine was even gay, and while he wasn't as cold and hot-headed as before, he still was a little distant and reserved towards him.

The blue-eyed boy learned that Blaine was a waiter in a small restaurant and lived in a apartment with his roommate Santana Lopez. She was out of college and Kurt hadn't seen her yet but after hearing the colorful stories from Peter he knew that he didn't want to be associated with that girl. Santana Lopez was a girl with no limits. The Latina girl always spoke her mind, and she never had anything nice for anyone to say.

Kurt didn't have troubles with hiding his feelings from Blaine until one day when he came to his apartment late and was surprised to see Rachel asleep on the couch cuddled to some guy.

He stood there watching as the guy kissed gently Rachel's forehead and wrapped his arm around her body. Kurt sighed, suddenly wanting to have the same thing. A loving boyfriend, someone to go on a date with.

In that moment he made up his mind. Kurt would ask Blaine out and find out if he was gay or not and if he had any chance with him. At least he would know if he could keep dreaming about their perfectly romantic dates.

The next day Kurt walked into the changing room with a spring in his step. Only in a few hours he would ask Blaine out. The nervous energy was buzzing in his body. Peter immediately noticed and smirked when Kurt put his bag down next to him. "Someone's happy." He said.

"Well, I'm going to ask Blaine out today. Of course I'm happy."

Peter frowned. "I have to admit that your nose is not pretty, but it's not a reason to get it broken!"

"You don't know him at all." Kurt said, a little angrily. "Blaine's actually not as bad as you think. I don't know him well yet, and I want to change it. I just hope he says yes."

"I doubt it." Peter said to which Kurt only shrugged not wanting to make a scene in front of the other boys.

A couple of minutes later they went to the dance room and started their usual practice. At some point Cassandra grabbed his wrist stopping him. Kurt turned around to look at her expecting to hear some kind of insult, but she only said. "Really nice, Hummel. Keep up the good work."

Kurt smiled a little and returned to practicing.

The three hours between dance practice with Cassandra and dance practice with Blaine seemed to take forever. Kurt did his best to read the book in the library, but it was really difficult.

When the three hours finally passed Kurt quickly packed up his books and went through the building to the changing room. He pulled on his gym clothes and went to the dance room where Blaine was already waiting for him.

Kurt pushed the door open with a bright smile on his face, and backed away quietly as soon as he noticed that Blaine was on the phone. However it was hard not to hear the conversation.

"…I miss you so much, honey." Blaine said softly. "I wish you could be here with me." There was a pause. "I love you too, sweetheart."

Kurt gasped. Blaine had a boyfriend…or a girlfriend. The dark-hired boy ended the call and leaned against the wall. Kurt chose that moment to enter the room. "Was it your girlfriend?" He asked without thinking it through, but it was too late. The words were out.

Blaine looked up and Kurt almost gasped again when he noticed the sparkly tears in his hazel eyes. He wiped his eyes. "It's not your concern."

Kurt stared at Blaine in silence for a couple of seconds before slowly nodding his head.

At least he knew that Blaine was off limits.

''I told you so." Peter said as he emerged from the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn in his hands. The blond boy lived in a small apartment with his two friends. Kurt rarely went there, but today he just needed to be with someone to get through his heartbreak. Peter sat down on the couch next to Kurt and put the bowl on the coffee table.

Kurt rolled his eyes crossing his legs. "Anyway, I'm shocked that a heartless jerk like him has a girlfriend.''

The blue-eyed boy didn't even bother to tell him that there was a possibility that Blaine was gay. ''He's not like that! I'm sure that he is just scared of something. And sometimes when Blaine lets his guard down I can see the real him." Kurt said trying to defend his dance tutor.

"Whatever you say, man." Peter said turning to the TV.

The next day the practice with Blaine was tense and awkward. The breaks were filled with uncomfortable silence and by the end of the practice Kurt couldn't wait to get out of there.

"Kurt?" Blaine asked when the blue-eyed boy was about to leave. He stopped moving and turned around to face his tutor. "Is something wrong? You seem…distracted."

Kurt blushed a little. "I-" He trailed off. "I want you to answer my question."

"What question?" Blaine asked raising his eyebrow.

"Are you gay, Blaine?" Kurt asked taking a few steps forward.

Blaine's face hardened and he looked down at his feet. Kurt moved a little closer and gently placed his hand on the other's boy shoulder. For a moment Kurt was afraid that Blaine would blow up and do something to him, but he kept his hand in place and patiently waited for Blaine's reaction.

"You don't have to answer, but…" Kurt didn't get to finish, because suddenly his lips were attacked by Blaine's. He yelped in surprise and almost fell down, but he quickly collected himself and started kissing back. He cupped Blaine's face with his hands and pinned him against the wall.

They kept making out for a couple of minutes, and at some point Kurt's hand wandered under Blaine's shirt and he brushed his fingertips against the soft skin. "We need to cool down." Blaine said breathlessly pushing Kurt away.

Kurt, lost in the moment, kept pressing small kisses to Blaine's jaw and neck, but the older boy apparently was done with kisses. He pushed Kurt away a little more forcefully. Only then Kurt noticed how stressed out Blaine seemed to be.

He ran his hands through his hair and sunk slowly to the floor. Kurt just stood there staring down at the other boy not knowing what was going on with him. Blaine pulled his knees close to his chest and buried his face in them.

"Blaine?" Kurt sat on the floor next to him and placed his hand on his back. "What's wrong?"

Blaine's whole body was shaking, but he didn't let Kurt move any closer to him keeping his arms wrapped tightly around his knees. "Please, leave." He whispered eventually.

Kurt shook his head even though Blaine couldn't see him. "No, I'm not going to leave you here on your own." Despite the fact that Blaine didn't seem to realize that, he obviously needed someone and for now he had only Kurt, so that had to be enough.

"Please." Blaine said brokenly.

Kurt sighed rubbing Blaine's arm up and down. "Do you need to talk about something? I'm here. You don't have to be afraid, Blaine. I'm not here to judge you. I just want to help."

Blaine shook his head. "You can't help. Just leave me alone."

"Fine." Kurt eventually said. "You don't have to talk to me if you don't want to, but at least let me walk you home. I can't let you wander around the streets in this state."

"What state?" Blaine snapped. "I'm perfectly fine and I don't need you!"

"Just calm down." Blaine took a deep breath and finally looked up at Kurt. "That's better." Kurt said even though it was evident that Blaine was not better by any means. Blaine's honey-colored eyes were still filled with fear and insecurities.

Kurt stood up and held out his hand for Blaine to take. The dark-haired boy stared at the hand for a couple of seconds, but then he slipped his into Kurt's and allowed the taller boy to pull him up to his feet.

Blaine swayed a little, so Kurt wrapped his hand around his waist (which just so happened to be bare) trying not to enjoy the feeling of the warm skin under his fingers.

They entered the changing room and slowly pulled off their clothes not even looking at each other. Kurt couldn't even enjoy the memory of Blaine's swollen lips against his own, because he was too worried. When they were both dressed they excited the building and walked to the nearest subway station.

"There is really no need for you to walk me home." Blaine said once they were waiting for the train.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I am not letting you go home alone, Blaine. It's late."

It seemed like Blaine was too tired to argue back as he just pressed his lips in a firm line and stared ahead.

When the train finally arrived, they got inside and sat down side by side. Now, when he was almost sure that the other boy wouldn't start crying suddenly, he let himself think about the kiss. It had been amazing, magical and incredible, but it had caused Blaine to have a breakdown.

Maybe he had done something wrong? The he reminded himself that Blaine had been the one to initiate the kiss. Kurt wanted to touch these soft lips again, but he knew that it wouldn't be possible for a long time.

Kurt had to admit to himself that he desperately wanted that kiss to mean something. He couldn't get the memory of Blaine's warm lips against his own out of his head. He took his cell phone out of his pocket and started playing some random game trying to keep his mind occupied with something.

It didn't help much though as he couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. He knew that it was foolish to think that they could ever be anything more than colleagues, but it was so hard not to. He snorted. He didn't even know the guy that well, and yet for some unknown reason he was falling in love with him. With a guy who after sharing something as intimate as kiss wouldn't even spare him a glance.

He was too afraid to even look at Blaine. He didn't want to see his cold eyes filled with anger, sadness and many more things that he wasn't able to describe.

The lights switched off making Kurt's phone the only source of light. For a brief moment he feared that the train would stop moving and he would be stuck with Blaine in an awkward silence forever. Luckily only a couple of seconds later the lights switched back on. Kurt sighed in relief and leaned his head against the window.

He pocketed his phone knowing that he wouldn't be able to focus on the game anyway. At least it wasn't crowded since it was pretty late, so Kurt didn't have to worry about receiving odd looks. He probably looked like a mess. He hadn't taken a shower at school, so now his whole body was sticky with sweat.

Suddenly, an unexpected weight fell on his shoulder snapping him out of his thoughts. Kurt looked down at the mop of dark curls. Blaine's head was resting on his shoulder. His eyes were closed shut and his lips (these deliciously pink lips) were parted slightly.

Blaine was sleeping.

He looked really adorable liked that, but what was more important he looked calm, relaxed and carefree. The corners of Kurt's lips turned up without his permission and he smiled at the sight. He wanted Blaine to be like this all the time. He found himself wondering what horrible secret was behind this mask of arrogance, because there had to be something, He was sure of it.

Kurt could stare at Blaine for long hours, but eventually he realized that he had no idea where they were supposed to get off the train. Reluctantly, he shook Blaine's shoulder hoping that the boy wouldn't blow up again.

Blaine slowly blinked his eyes open and looked sleepily around. "What's going on?" He asked.

Kurt's cheeks flushed red. "You fell asleep…on me." He wanted to slap himself for adding the last part, but now it was too late. "Ugh, and I don't know where-" He didn't get to finish though, as the speaker started speaking.

Blaine groaned and rolled his eyes after the communicate. "We have missed my station." He said, clearly not fully awake yet. The hazel-eyed boy ran his hands through his curly gel-free hair and stood up from the uncomfortable chair, not really made for sleeping on it.

The train stopped on the next station and they got off. Blaine was silent and Kurt didn't know if should say something or not. It seemed like the older boy really didn't want to talk to him, so kept quiet and followed Blaine to another train.

This time Blaine didn't fall asleep.

Kurt looked shyly at the other boy. Blaine's arms were folded against his chest and he was staring straight ahead.

"Blaine…please, tell me what happened." Kurt said gently.

Blaine looked down at his shoes. "It doesn't matter." He eventually said.

"Of course it does." Kurt said moving a little closer to Blaine. "You obviously are not okay and I really want to help you."

Blaine closed his eyes. "I'm sorry I kissed you if this is what it is about." Blaine said. "It was a mistake. You could have pushed me away or something though."

"It's not about the kiss." Kurt said. Well, it kind of was, but it wasn't the point now. "I…okay. Just know that if you need a shoulder to cry on or someone to talk to, I'm here."

Blaine's face suddenly softened and he lifted up his gaze meeting Kurt's eyes. "Thank you."

Blaine unlocked the door to his small apartment and came in. Santana was out with her new girlfriend, which meant that she wouldn't try to talk again about his sex life or rather the lack of it. He walked into the kitchen and switched on the light.

After making himself a cup of strong coffee Blaine entered the living room, sat on the comfortable sofa and took his book out of the bag wanting to start doing an endless pile of homework. Unfortunately after only three hours of sleep and a very emotional day he wasn't able to focus on anything. The letters were suddenly too small and blurry to be read, so he quickly gave up and groaned in frustration.

As soon as he closed his eyes an imagine of two blue orbs that had been hunting him for the last couple of weeks appeared and he couldn't focus on anything else. Blaine allowed himself to be pulled into a world of pure happiness where he could spend long nights wrapped in a pair of strong arms.

Sometimes daydreaming was the only way to get by and forget (at least for a while) all the painful memories of the past and present. The constant, unbearable ache in his heart could only be dulled a little by beautiful figments of his imagination combined with the real people and places.

He knew that he couldn't get lost in these dreams unless he wanted the accident to happen again. A regular guy would just ask the person he liked out, but he wasn't a regular guy. Blaine wished he could be brave, but he didn't want his heart to break into pieces again.

He stood up from the sofa and wandered to his room knowing what he had to do to remind himself why he was here, without the person he loved. Blaine opened the door to his closet and took out a small framed picture of two grinning people.

The people on the picture were dressed in beautiful, sparkling clothes and they were holding a trophy. They were looking into each other's eyes with love and passion. Blaine smiled slightly running his thumb over the smooth surface. It was all for them. All the sacrifices, resignations – it was worth it, because now he was on his way to become someone as great as his parents.

In a few years he would be a star. He would be a champion in classical dance and his life would be pretty much perfect.

Maybe, he would even be brave enough to let himself fall in love again. He hoped so, because even though he kept telling himself that he was fine, the true was that being alone sucked. Sure, he had Santana, but he couldn't cuddle to her or anything like that (not that he even wanted to do that with her).

Blaine kissed the picture with tears in his eyes and settled it down on the shelf in the closet.