Wanting

Blaine Anderson was the lead soloist, popular, studentbody president and well aware of how damn gorgeous he was. He got everything he wanted whenever he wanted and right now, he wanted Kurt Hummel. A shy, handsome guy who was wandering the hall og McKinley high.
Blaine watched as Kurt passed him in those goddamn skinny jeans. How was it that one guy could make him want him so badly? He hated Kurt for it, but it made him want him only more.
"Hey, Hummel!" Blaine yelled as he ran after him. "Where do you think you're going?" he asked as Kurt turned around and faced him.
"Uhm... french class," he said, obviously thinking what the hell this guy's problem was-
"Oh no you're not. You see no one just passes me without lookingat me," Blaine said staring in those beautiful blue eyes with a sly grin on his face.
"Wow, don't you think much of yourself," Kurt replied with his perfect eyebrows raised. He was starting to dislike this guy with his curly hair and -admitted- gorgeous hazel eyes. Kurt walked away from Blaine as the latter yelled: "Hey you dropped something!"
Kurt sighed and turned on his heels only to see his phone in Blaine's hand.
"Thanks," he mumbled.

o.O.o

Fifteen minutes later in french class Kurt's phone buzzed. Being very practised in texting without getting caught, he took out his phone.
'Hey gorgeous, thinking of me?- Blaine'
Kurt looked stunned as he typed in an answer.
'How the hell did u get my number?'
Almost immediatly his phone vibrated again.
'Well remember I said u dropped something? That's what we call a lie.'
Kurt was starting to get pissed off. How dare he take his phone! Blaine seemed to know what he was thinking because his phone buzzed again.
'Come on, babe, don't pretend like ur not flattered.'
Kurt's face flushed. 'Okay I'm gonna ignore you now,' was his final answer.
His phone buzzed about ten times during the rest of his french class. At lunch his eye cought sight again of the shorter boy.
He quickly sat down at the table as far away from him as possible. Unfortunately that didn't go unnoticed. Blaine came closer as he kept his eyes fixed on Kurt.
"Oh no," Kurt whispered to himself.
"Hi babe, what are you doing here by yourself? Get your sexy ass up and join me," Blaine said, slightly demanding tone creeping in his voice.
"First of all I'm not your babe and I'm fine by myself," he said more harshly than he intended.
"Really? 'Cause the way I see it, you were just waiting for me to come over here," Blaine grinned.
"Just go away," Kurt said taking his own advice and standing up and walking out of the cafeteria. God, why was that boy so annoying abd at the same time so sexy?
"Hummel, you know I'm right!" Blaine yelled as he followed him.
"No, you're not!" Kurt answered getting angry.
"Hey!" Blaine got a hold of Kurt's wrist and turned him around until Kurt was cornered against the lockers.
"Listen, I'm getting tired of this game," Blaine started but Kurt interrupted him: "Really? 'Cause we've only been playing for a couple of hours," he grinned.
"Shut up! You know I want you," Blaine said placing his hands on either side of Kurt's head, wich made the taller boy lean back even further.
"Yeah, well I don't really dig a jackass," he said trying to get away fron the boy who was stradling him.
"But I do like playing a game," he said still smiling. "And if you can ask me out on a proper date, I might even say yes," he finished looking Blaine in the eyes.
Blaine leaned forward and gave him a small kiss on the lips.
"Will you please have dinner with me tonight?" he whispered in Kurt's ear. Kurt smiled a little and said: "But only because you said please."