Hi There :D Umm..this is my first fanfic so please go easy on me. I'm pretty sure this plot has been used several times but I was just itching to write this plot hahaha *shot* A few things I would like to clear up first:

Blaine in this fic is probably OOC. Since I haven't seen enough of him, I couldn't really grasp what his character is like. So, I've made him self-centered, since he isn't supposed to be perfect, like every other character. His personality might change in the future according to canon.

I don't listen to American songs. Glee is probably the first American TV show I've ever seen and I'm still in the middle of learning the 'American culture' lol. So please excuse the lack in originality.

oh, and English is not my first language. I'm trying to spell things the American way but please tell me if I've misused any American slang. Thank you~ XD

Dalton Academy for Boys. aka the gay boys' school.

One would think this place would be a paradise for gays (like me) but in reality, it's not. Despite common beliefs, Dalton Academy is NOT chock full of "trannies" or "made-up iggly-wiggly sissies". Hell, either the boys here are mostly straight or they've been hiding their sexual attractions for the same sex really well…..in an all boy's school… So in other words, yeah….Dalton Academy is not exactly gay central here.

Don't get me wrong though, it's a nice place, 'beautiful' if not. The school system works on a zero tolerance policy when it comes to bullying and that in itself seems like paradise to me. I used to be constantly bullied when I came out in middle school but high school was the worst. I transferred over to Dalton on my second semester of freshman year, after being unable to handle the pressure. High school life turned peaceful for me after that. Too peaceful. Monotonous, almost.

Day by day, the usual cycle repeats itself. Waking up by 6.45 a.m., dressing up and attending classes at 7.45 a.m., changing classes every two hours, taking the 5 minute in-between-class breaks to mess around with the guys (not in THAT way, mind you! Get your mind out of the gutter!), lunch at 11.40 a.m., going to classes again until 4.45 p.m., attending glee club practices at 5.00 p.m. (we're called the Warblers, which is probably the oddest name I've ever heard in my life *chuckles*), dinner at 6.30 p.m., taking a bath at 7.30 p.m., studying for two/three hours after that, spending the rest of the night watching TV or hanging out with my good buddies (Wes and David), and getting to bed at midnight sharp. Same thing, same cycle, every day, the whole year round.

Life in the dormitory isn't as fun as what people might think. Liberating, yes, but somewhat monotonous. The only thing that changes are the type of day classes are on (we work on a block schedule, after all). Not to mention, I have to make an effort to seem like I'm not going around hitting up every guy I meet. I'm gay, not slutty. Being gay in an all-boys school, people have a tougher guard around you, and it's much harder to make it seem like you just want to be friends. Nonetheless, there is still much less discrimination in this academy than any other school in the state.

But still, the fact that I'm a healthy teenage boy doesn't change. Like every other teenage boy, I too crave for some ….release. I haven't been dating for over a year and despite having some gays and bis in the school, none of the available guys out there seem to be of interest to me. They were either too stuck up or too talkative, and I'm not desperate enough to bear with their egocentric whims. But now I'm starting to think that I can only hold out for just a bit longer. Being around guys I can't hit on is starting to take its toll on me. It's almost as if all the good guys out there are either married, not available or STRAIGHT! Hah!

So yeah, I was frustrated.

That day was no different. The Warblers had a mini presentation going on that day and the school was going to close down early for it. Despite not having a director or any active supervisor at all, the Warblers were quite famous in the school. And I'm glad to be apart of them. But on that day, not so much.

I had the lead in that presentation and being the frustrated boy that I am, was in no mood to be singing love songs. Katy Perry to be exact. I was not quite fond of her songs. Yeah.

As I descended down the main staircase, I solemnly shifted the weight of my bag on my shoulders as I checked my pocket watch until I heard those two words. "Excuse me?" Funny thing about fate: those two words, spoken in that exact moment, at that exact location and my noticing it despite my mind being centered around my frustration, altogether created that one moment that would change my life forever—my looking up.

My eyes widened as I stared at the boy. I was pretty sure my mouth was half open as well. *laugh* But who could blame me? I mean, the boy was downright beautiful (in a boyish way). He had soft-looking hazelnut brown hair, a pair of beautiful cerulean-green eyes and one of the most softest looking fair skin I've ever seen on a guy…I think. And the light shining down from behind him made him look almost…angelic.

"Umm hi, can I ask a question?" the boy asked, disrupting me from my reverie. "I-I'm new here," he shakily added. Pfft…like that'll fool anybody, I said in my head. Everybody knows that Dalton Academy has a strict dress code policy. There was no way in hell were you able to walk among the students, much less attend classes, without a uniform. How did he manage to sneak in here anyway? Not that I'm complaining.

"My name is Blaine," I spontaneously said as I reached out my hand to his. I could easily just have answered his question without the introduction…but that would mean him leaving immediately after and I really didn't want this moment to end that soon. However, a part of me wondered if my introducing myself was a bit too obvious.

"K-Kurt" he adorably (or was that just in my mind?) answered as he took my hand to shake it. And boy, were those hands soft! I know that wasn't just in my mind.

"S-So what's exactly going on?" the boy asked as he quickly scanned the wave of students making their way to one of the Common Rooms.

"The Warblers," I quickly responded. "Every now and then they throw an impromptu performance in the Senior Commons. It tends to shut the school down for a little while." I added with my trademark smirk. The boy seemed amazed, either by my expression or by what I said. I was pretty sure it was the latter but let's just go along with the former.

"So wait, t-the Glee Club here is kinda cool?" he narrowed his eyes.

"The Warblers are like…." boy, was that expression sexy "rock stars," I continued, almost losing track of what I was saying for a moment there, haha. But I have to admit, I did exaggerate things a little about being a rock star. For all I know, I was nowhere close to being one. If I was, I probably would have already sashayed him onto my bed faster than you could say…wait, he looks surprised.

Crap, did I say all that out loud?

Oh. No, he was just surprised about the rock star part. But man, this boy looked cute even when surprised.

A lightbulb flashed in my head as I took his (amazingly soft) hands with a grin, "Come on, I know a shortcut," I explained as I pulled him with me. Screw self-consciousness. I no longer cared about being obvious now. I just didn't want this guy to leave. Not to mention, he was bound to get caught by a teacher if he followed the flow of students (which was highly likely). I mean, with what he was wearing, he stuck out like a sore thumb. And if he did get caught, we'd probably never meet each other again.

As if I'd ever let that happen.

So I dragged him all the way down Caerimonium hallway (which was forbidden for students to walk through, and hence, would be the least populated), willing down a grin that was starting to creep up again.

We safely reached the Senior Commons, and all the other students didn't even notice Kurt. Odd.

Oh, so that's how he snuck in so easily, haha.

Kurt stared at the rest of the student body, who were engrossed with moving the furniture aside in preparation for the performance. "Ooh, I stick out like a sore thumb," he observed. What did just I say? *grin*

"Well, next time don't forget your jacket, new kid," I remarked while extending my hand to fix his collar. Unnecessary move, I know. I just wanted to touch him again. And I did it the third time as I sneakily patted his arm, "you'll fit right in." That seemed like a pretty friendly move! Well….minus the semi-winking part that I attempted before stopping myself.

It seemed that Kurt noticed my excessive attention over him. As realization dawned over him, I took a step back and gave another sly grin, placing my bag to the side. "Now if you'll excuse me," I excused myself and walked off. You could say that was a smooth getaway from coming clean. Besides, the group was already starting their acapella even when I wasn't in position yet!

But you've got to admit, that last line of mine was pretty darn gentlemanly, wasn't it?

As I made my way to the guys, I started on cue and broke into song,

"Before you met me,
I was alright" (I ad libbed that one, I hope Wes and David didn't catch that).

"But things were kinda heavy,
You brought me to life,
Now every February
You'll be my valentine," I sang as I looked straight at Kurt, nodding for emphasis."…valentine" Oh god, he's smiling. I looked away.

"Let's go all the way tonight," I stole a glance at him.
"No regrets," and another glance.

"just love," and another….
"We can dance until we die
You and I," and another….

"We'll be young FOREVER!"…he's smiling! Oh my god, that's adorable!

"YOU" I pointed at him "make me," I turned away again.
"Feel like
I'm living a Teenage Dream.
The way you turn me on," I couldn't stop myself from grinning at this point. I couldn't tell anymore if I was following the lyrics or singing about me. Everything was starting to blur.
"I can't sleep
Let's runaway
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back."

"Let's go all the way tonight,

No regrets, just love," I stopped and stared at Kurt.

"We can dance until we die
You and I," hey Kurt, are you noticing this pattern?
We'll be young forever," I grinned.

"You" I pointed at him again, "make me…."
"Feel like
I'm living a Teenage Dream"…hey, why are you looking away?
"The way you turn me on" hey, turn back!
"I can't sleep" he turned back!
"Let's runaway
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back" and I mean it…don't look away, just straight at me.

Because "Imma get your heart racing
In my skin-tight jeans," hahaha…he's starting to move to the beat. Well, isn't that adorable?
Please, let me, "Be your teenage dream tonight," I turned back and saw him laughing. Are you enjoying this as much as I was?

I slowly looked away from the sight and turned to Wes and David as I joined in with the harmony. I hope they didn't notice what I've been doing this whole time, because I surely forgot about the art of being discreet.

Oh, to hell with it.

"YEAH!!" I screamed.

"You. Make. Me

Feel like
I'm living a Tee.
The way you turn me on
I can't sleep
Let's runaway
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back," and I got what I wanted. He was smiling right at me.

Oh, "Nooooo" I added.

"My heart stops
When you look at me." I cheesily pointed at myself. Do you understand me now?
"Just one touch
Now baby I believe
This is real
So take a chance
And don't ever look back
Don't ever look back" I grinned as I saw him moving to the beat.

"I might get your heart racing
In my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight" I nodded at Kurt.

"Let you put your hands on me
In my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight," I nodded again, giving him a knowing look.

Before I knew it, the whole room started applauding and everybody gathered around us, giving us a 'good job well done'. To be honest, I didn't really care. What was important right now was…I nodded and congratulated a few guys in the group and stole a glance at the main person that was on my mind right now. And he was enthusiastically clapping.

Katy Perry, I think I might like you quite a bit after all.