AU!Klaine -> Kurt, the most popular guy in McKinley, ask Blaine, the biggest geek, to tutor him in maths. /wowsarathat’ssooriginal
(oops I changed Blaine to an English tutor)
“Tell me again why you hired Blaine Anderson to tutor you in English,” Quinn said mildly as she stared in the bathroom mirror, applying blush carefully.
Kurt could feel his cheeks pinking, no make-up necessary. “My grade has been dropping. If I want to stay on the squad-“
Quinn rolled her eyes. “I don’t think a B+ is going to get you kicked off the Cheerios, Kurt. And Coach Sylvester would never let her Celine Dion-singing co-captain go, anyway. Just admit it. You like him.”
He glared at her through the mirror. “Is this the part where you tell me what a huge nerd and loser he is? Because he’s not.”
Quinn pursed her lips in annoyance. “Blaine Anderson is a brain, and he dresses like he’s a model for a prep school catalogue. But he isn’t a loser. He’s good-looking, smart, and nice. You know who is a loser? That puckhead Karofsky who harassed you all the time before you joined the Cheerios and to this day still throws freshman in the dumpsters.”
Kurt shifted, leaning his hip against the bathroom counter, and looked at Quinn in surprise. “Since when did you get to be so…not evil?”
Quinn shrugged. “I grew up. We’re all growing up, Kurt. This is the last semester of our senior year, and we’re all going our separate ways. I’m going to Yale, you got into NYU, and Blaine…well, I heard he got a bunch of full-ride scholarships to schools all over the country, but I have no idea where he’s going.” She finally turned to look at him directly. “We don’t have many chances left to really go for what we want, and the time for high school labels is over. If you really like him, you should put yourself out there.”
Kurt bit his lip as he watched her strut out of the girls’ bathroom, Cheerio skirt swaying, and then glanced at the clock. He had to meet Blaine in five minutes.
“-so really, what the playwright was getting at is that women need to be ladies in the street and tigers in the bedroom,” Blaine joked, glancing up. “Kurt? Why…Kurt, why are you staring at me?”
Kurt blinked and shook his head a little, raising his chin up off his hand. “Um…that’s a really good insight,” he offered weakly.
Blaine leaned back in his chair, looking amused. “What was the insight, exactly?”
Kurt stared at him again. “You being a tiger in the bedroom?” He said before he could stop himself, and then felt like strangling himself with his scarf when Blaine’s eyes widened comically and his cheeks darkened.
“What is this, Kurt? Why are – what have we been doing the past month here?” Blaine looked at him seriously, warily. He leaned closer to Kurt. “If this is some…ridiculous thing you’re doing, some…I don’t know, a prank, though I’m having trouble understanding the logistics of it-“
“It’s not,” Kurt interrupted him hurriedly, and restrained himself from grasping Blaine’s hand.
He had a sudden moment of clarity. It was just as Quinn had said: he needed to put himself out there, if he was ever going to get what he wanted. To be with Blaine. He’d spent the past year pining, certain that Blaine, with his ridiculous grades and extracurriculars, and his too-smart group of friends, would just find him shallow and popularity-obsessed, like everyone else thought he was. But now, Blaine had asked a question, and all Kurt had to do was take a leap, and answer it.
He took a deep breath, calm suddenly, now that he had made up his mind. “Do you know why I asked you to tutor me?”
Blaine rolled his eyes a little, sighing. “Because I’m a huge nerd, and you need a good grade?”
Kurt slowly reached for his hand, cheering inwardly when Blaine didn’t pull away.
“You’re…sweet. Gorgeous. And unique.”
Something softened in Blaine’s expression, and his lips parted just the slightest bit.
“You entice me.” Kurt’s neck and face were warm, but he stared into Blaine’s wide, honey-colored eyes.
“You’re better than everyone in this school, Blaine. And I…I fell for you that day in September when you stood up to Mr. Schuester in History class and told him to stop harassing Brittany since she had a better understanding of the Civil War than he did. A-and getting you to tutor me, needlessly, I might add…was just an excuse to spend more time with you.”
Blaine just stayed still, staring at him. Kurt’s stomach sank. He started to gather his things, hastily shoving his anthology of plays in his satchel.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have – I don’t know. Just forget it.” He was mortified. He just prayed Blaine would be nice enough to not tell anyone about his abject humiliation.
He started to stand up, but Blaine grabbed his arm. “Wait!”
Blaine grabbed his scarf and tugged him forward, cupping his cheek and pressing their lips together gently. Then he pulled away, blushing, and ducked his head.
“I, ah, I’m sorry if that wasn’t very good. I’ve never really kissed anyone before.”
“Neither have I,” Kurt breathed, looking at him with wide eyes as his heart danced in his chest. Blaine looked at him in surprise. “Well, once with Brittany two years ago, but she tried to make me kiss her armpits, and that was a bit much all for pretending to be straight, so…” He cut himself off and smiled at Blaine, who looked completely charmed.
“Kurt, will you go out with me? On a date?”
Kurt’s smile turned into a grin, showing all his teeth, as he nodded enthusiastically. Blaine returned it, beaming and still blushing.
“Have you been to The Lima Bean?”
“I haven’t,” Kurt told him, “but it sounds fabulous.”