So here's chapter one, forever boring and horrible.
There won't be many chapters in this, I think. Because I have no control when it comes to Klaine. I can't keep them apart for long.

On a frosty Friday night, deep within the looming halls of Dalton Academy, two boys, Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson, sat studying before the flaming and crackling fireplace.

Each wrapped in heavy clothing, they completed their homework in a tranquil silence, all thoughts to themselves. It was always comfortable between them. They had no reason to be awkward; no secrets. Except for one, at least, Kurt thought. He was completely and entirely infatuated with Blaine. But Blaine had no idea, absolutely none at all, because Kurt had been working hard on improving his fresh façade, and since transferring to Dalton, he'd perfected his poker face.

There may have also been the fact that Blaine couldn't be attracted to Kurt, because he'd made it extremely clear that he was the mentor , and Kurt was the student. It was mildly disappointing, but Kurt didn't mind that Blaine only wanted to be a friend for Kurt and to support him. Nothing more.

And so there is Kurt on this chilly evening, peering at Blaine over the top of his Modern History book, like he's some sort of stalker and Blaine's some sort of God. Which, in Kurt's eyes, he might as well be.

Both of the boys jumped when a door was yanked open, and Wes was leading somebody into the common room. Kurt glanced swiftly back to Blaine, and stifled a giggle when he caught him already welcoming this boy. And then he's staring like a lovesick puppy again.

"Hi," a voice greeted, and he reluctantly tore his eyes from Blaine's lustrous – but sadly gelled – hair, to the stranger standing ridiculously close beside him.

"Oh, hi." It came out sounding like a question.

"I'm Zayne." The boy stood back to shake Kurt's hand, and it gave Kurt the chance to focus on him. And he was positively shocked at the boy's beauty. He had a creamy texture to his light brown complexion, and dark black curls that could have rivaled with Blaine's, even though he's only witnessed them in two photos that were taken years ago.

"I'm Kurt. Are you new here?"

"Um – yeah. Just got in today." Zayne smiled brightly and stepped toward Kurt again, giving him an eye full of face.

"Great…" Kurt glanced around the room to see Blaine spinning on his heels to converse with Wes, his back facing Kurt. He sighed.

"Cute…isn't he?" Zayne suddenly asked, nodding toward Blaine.

"I – what do you mean?" Kurt stammered, blushing. Of course Blaine was cute. He was adorable and gorgeous, but why was there even a need to question him about it?

"I mean that he's cute. I'd tap that, but I've seen better around here already." Zayne winked and Kurt gasped for three reasons: some stranger casually mentioned engaging in sexual activity with Blaine, who, obviously, was already Kurt's – even if that sort of wasn't true at all, he'd said that there were more attractive people than Blaine around here, which was a blasphemy in itself, and because this boy was flirting with him! Him!

Not used to all of this, Kurt wanted very badly to cuss Zayne, because Blaine was the most pleasing damn thing Kurt had ever laid eyes on, and no one flirted with Kurt when he was clearly taken (almost). All he heard himself say, though, was a shallow, "You're gay?"

"All the way!" Zayne replied smoothly. "Why else would I come here? For academics? Are you?"

"Yes, but – "

"Then maybe we could hang out sometime. This place is huge; I could use someone to show me around. Bonus points when they're attractive." Kurt's mouth almost dropped to the floor. As of late, he would have denied any claims that there were such things as gay man whores, but he'd proved himself wrong. Before he could squeal in horror, Blaine had swept over, one warm hand on Kurt's shoulder.

"We should probably get back to studying, and let Zayne settle into his dorm."

"I think that's a brilliant idea, Blaine." He beamed over at his crush, excited that Blaine smiled back, his hand squeezing Kurt's shoulder.

"I'll see you around, Kurt. Blaine." Zayne sounded tired, but Kurt could think nothing of it – or even offer him a decent goodbye – as Blaine's arm slid around his shoulders, fitting with ease.

"Well," Blaine began, settling back into the sofa. "That was – "

"Uncomfortable, loud – "

"Wait…loud?"

"He was getting all up in my personal space, hence the loudness, and that is not cool, even if he's cute."

Blaine looked down to his work and chuckled a bit, causing Kurt's heart to flutter as he solved the remaining few questions on his Calculus homework before finally packing up for the night.

"Do I seriously have a falsetto face, Kurt?" Blaine grilled at lunch on Monday, chewing unnervingly at a bagel.

"Well –"Blaine silenced Kurt momentarily with a piercing look that clearly said don't lie to me.

"I didn't even – " Kurt sighed, putting his own lunch down and picking up some courage to compliment Blaine, which was immensely difficult to do without blushing and making his attraction more evident than it already was.

"Yeah, you do, but it's cu – "

"Hey, Kurt!" an already familiar voice said, suddenly beside his ear. He yelped and spun around, nose-to-nose with Zayne.

"Oh," he gasped. "Hi, Zayne." He tried to smile, but it was sort of tricky when somebody was millimeters away from his face.

"You never showed me around here, you know. I've already gotten lost 4 times this morning."

"Sorry about that. I haven't even discovered half the school myself; I've only been here for three weeks."

"Is that so? You seemed pretty confident, so I figured, but maybe that's just you." Zayne smiled and Kurt blushed, thanking the boy

"So," Blaine cut in, "what school did you come from, Zayne?"

Kurt relaxed, thankful for Blaine for being amazing and taking the attention away from him and zoned out while the two talked, not surprisingly studying Blaine again.

"What about you, Kurt?" Zayne was questioning, close again. Kurt blinked out of his haze.

"Hm?"

"Where did you come from?" Zayne smiled slyly at him, as if they shared some hidden joke.

"Oh, just in Lima."

Kurt tried desperately to be polite, and chatted with Zayne for a little while, keeping himself on safe paths like school and work, but Zayne consistently discovered ways to flirt.

"So, you said you'd help me around, yeah? What about after school?" Kurt kind of wanted to deny, but he remembered his first day and the confusion that ensued, and accepted the boy's offer tentatively, glancing back to Blaine, who had left his food forgotten and was staring hazily out across the cafeteria, quite clearly in a daydream. Kurt wondered what Blaine thought about. If he had a crush on a guy, or if he was fantasizing about this guy, like Kurt was about him.

Kurt wished, as much as he appreciated their friendship, that Blaine could have tried to think about him romantically, and not just see his scrawny and glamorous friend and student. Kurt couldn't imagine Blaine thinking about things like that. He couldn't even picture Blaine kissing him in his own head. To be frank, it was all a plethora of suck.

"Kurt?" a warm voice addressed. Of course it was Blaine. "You're zoning out on us. We have to get to class."

Kurt trailed after Blaine until he reached his classroom door, giving both of the boys a small smile, but before disappearing into the room, he caught Blaine rushing down the hall, his face more than a little irritated and his fists clenched tightly around his textbooks, a sight Kurt didn't always witness.

Something must have been up. A family issue? Probably not; Blaine had no other siblings, and he wasn't currently fighting with his parents – he would have told Kurt. School? Unlikely; he was excellent with his work and there were no dilemmas in any of his classes. Again, he would have told Kurt if there were. If it wasn't either of these, Kurt didn't know what.

He shouldn't have been thinking about it, but it worried him. He had no clue as to why it did, but when something looked fishy, Kurt just knew. He knew Blaine.

He tried not to think about it during the lesson.

But we all know how that works out.

A failure.

Okay, so frustrated Blaine is frustrated.
And beware of sulky!Blaine in the following chapter. And possibly even a flirty one. And then probably fluff.