Courage. (Klaine boyxboy)

Chapter One

So Puck suggested I go spy on the other teams we were against for sectionals, I thought it over in my head. A chance to get away from Karofsky for a day and I obviously wasn’t wanted or needed at McKinley, so why not?

That was what I did the next day. I knew that Dalton was an all-boys private school so I decided to do a little research. They had a uniform it was a collection of items ranging from cardigans to blazers but they all had the colour scheme of red, navy and white. I wasn’t about to purchase a uniform for a school I was only hoping to attend for a day, I needed the money for more important things (being a fashion forward designer label lover like myself really tests your handling of money) so I opened my wardrobe and tried to find a substitute for their formal uniform. Clad in a red tie and black Jacket, I headed off to Dalton Academy.

 I looked out of place amongst the flurry of blazers and sweater vests. (Maybe going for cropped trousers and knee length boots wasn’t the best idea.) I looked around the giant room realising now I had no game plan and had no idea where I was going or what to do. (Great Planning I know) There were plenty of students around in fact everyone seemed to be excited and eager to get somewhere so naturally I was curious as to what was going on. (Plus it gave me something to do.) I whipped off my sunglasses and caught the attention of the student in front of me.

 “Excuse me, um hi…”  There he was; perfection in human form. His dark straight hair was styled to an immaculate condition. His eyes seemed to be a light shade of brown, hazel, and they seemed to sparkle from the skylight above us. He looked very dapper in his black and red Dalton blazer and tie combo. “Can I ask you a question? I’m new here”. Realising I had to finish my sentence.

He looked up at me and smiled

“My name’s Blaine.” He said as he looked up and smiled at me.

He had the cutest smile that just lit up his entire face.

“Kurt” I replied. He offered his hand and we shook like two gentleman should when they first meet. I then realised he was waiting for me to ask him this question. “So, what exactly is going on?”

He kind of laughed “The Warblers! Every now and then they throw an impromptu performance in the senior commons, tends to shut the school down for a while.” (Maybe this spying wouldn’t be as hard as I thought it would be)

This surprised me. The glee club was at the bottom of the food chain at McKinley even below the nerds. Naturally I was curious.

“So wait the glee club here is kind of cool?”

“The Warblers are like rock stars!” he said and I could tell he wasn’t over exaggerating. “Come on, I know a short cut”

And then he grabbed my hand.

He was touching me with his soft hands. I felt like I should say something but every time I opened my mouth nothing would come out. I didn’t know what to do, do I pull away or do I let this amazingly handsome boy I had only just met drag me through the school hand in hand?

 But before I had any more time to think we were running down an empty hallway hand in hand. I figured out that looking at him probably wasn’t the best idea as I may get lost in his eyes and then things could get awkward. I didn’t even know the guy yet. Instead I looked around at the room we were in; it was decorated like some kind of lodge. It was tasteful; dark oak wooden features filled the room with delicate patterns on the walls to compliment the tone.

 I sneaked a look at my companion Blaine, he was still smiling. Not beaming as he was on the staircase but his lips were still upturned in a cute way. I then looked at our hands still locked together. Why couldn’t I do this at my own school with someone as cute and nice as Blaine? It then occurred to me that a straight guy wouldn’t usually do something like this even if he didn’t know that I was gay yet (somehow) he wouldn’t do it, right?    

We entered a large room with wooden panelling everyone was busy moving furniture or talking about the Warblers “what song are they singing” or “do you think they will win at sectionals.” I was quite happy that there were a lot of people in the room that meant I could blend into the crowd only to realise that I wouldn’t blend because I was wearing completely different clothes to them.

I noticed how out of place I actually was. “Oh I stick out like a sore thumb” I stated.

“Well next time don’t forget your jacket new kid, you’ll fit right in!” As he said this he tugged at my collar playfully and beamed at me again. Please dear god let him be gay. I don’t think I could handle him being straight.

After our little moment he threw his bag to the side of the room.

“Now if you’ll excuse me.”

 He walked towards to group of people that I assumed were the Warblers. They started an acapella version of Katy Perry’s ‘teenage dream’.

He sung lead and he sung perfectly. Of course he can sing as well. Because he wasn’t already perfect and dreamy enough as he was. He was looking at me whilst he sung, or at least I thought he was. At one point I thought he was looking at me in a way I had heard people talk about. His eyes sparkled and there was something more to his smile that wasn’t just happiness something he might not want to admit. Bedroom eyes.

I mean sure I could be making it up because of how good looking he was but I’m pretty sure not even my brain could make up someone as gorgeous as the man standing in front of me. Maybe he was looking at someone else behind me, but I couldn’t bring myself to look. I wanted to stay in this little fantasy of mine where he might actually like me like that.

 My teenage dream, that’s exactly what he had become.