Blow My Mind

Blaine lay awake, staring at the ceiling. On either side of him, Wes and David's snores harmonized together, something Blaine normally would've found amusing if it hadn't been for the events of that day.
Kurt, the terrible (endearing) spy.
There was just something about him Blaine couldn't quite put his finger on. The fact that he was so obviously gay- and proud of it- was somewhat new to him.Any of the gays at Dalton- himself included- could easily pass as straight. They blended in.
Kurt, however, was flamboyant. Perfectly coiffed hair, designer clothes, the quiet, higher-pitched voice. He nearly screamed "stereotypical", and yet Blaine had never met anybody like him before.
Blaine closed his eyes, and Kurt smiled at him with those pretty, straight teeth and those blue-green-grayeyes.
His eyes snapped back open. This is why he couldn't sleep. Because every time he closed his eyes, he saw the boy he was supposed to be a mentor to.
He'd driven Kurt back to Lima the second time after he'd admitted he didn't actually have a way to get home. Blaine's mind kept replaying their conversation- Kurt was just so witty and intelligent and cute with just the right amount of cattythrown in to keep him human.
It was so hard not to fall for him.
And it didn't exactly help that Kurt was pretty much an exact manifestation of Blaine's type.
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Wes was lying on the bed that had previously belonged to Sam, Blaine's ex-roomate. Most nights, Blaine ended up sleeping in Wes and David's room, due to his absurdly large complex about being alone. The bed hadbeen empty since Sam had transferred at the beginning of the year, with little to no warning whatsoever.
Wes was stuffing his face with an enormous chocolate bar, gnawing on the candy while simultaneously trying to turn the page of his Chemistry textbook and speak to Blaine.
"Why can't you ever study in your own room?" Blaine asked, interrupting whatever Wes had just been prattling on about.
Wespouted. "You'd miss me, buddy. It's too lonely in here without me. And I'd get too lonely without you."
"Where's David?"
"With Eeeemmmmilyyyy." Wes drew the syllables out, wrinkling his nose in disgust.
"You have a girlfriend too, you know," Blaine pointed out unnecessarily.
"I do?" Wes looked horrified. "Good God, what have I done?"
Blaine chucked a handful of Reeses Pieces at him, laughing.Wes slammed his book shut. "Well, I give up on this. I'm going to fail anyway."
"What's the test on?"
"The mole," Wes said, and they both groaned. Blaine, who was a year ahead in science, had taken the class the previous year.
"Dreadful. Simply dreadful." Blaine shook his head. "We must cleanse your mind of these impure, mole-related thoughts. Simply not right."
"Harry Potter," Wessuggested, holding up the sixth movie.
Blaine's grin split his face. "Tom Felton in a sweater-vest."
"So sexy." Wes deadpanned. "But wait- it feels wrong watching it without David. He'd be mad."
"Consider, if you will, the number of times he has locked you outside of your room whilst you were in the shower."
A corner of Wes' eye twitched.
"Remember the number of times- in February, no less- you havebeen forced to stand outside in the hall in nothing but a towel, while David sits nice and cozy under piles of blankets, laughing his ass off inside the room."
Without a word, Wes crossed the room and slid the DVD into Blaine's laptop. "Bastard deserves to be left out," he muttered, settling back onto Sam's ex-bed.
They watched the opening scenes for a bit, then Wes spoke, his voice rising overDumbledore's. "How's Kurt?"
Blaine choked on his Red Vine. "K-Kurt?" He stammered, his cheeks darkening.
"Yes, Kurt. The boy you were practically undressing with your eyes while we were singing Teenage Dream."
"I don't-"
"Oh, shut up, I'm not mad." Wes grinned. "That was one of the best performances I've seen you put on in a while. We need to have Kurt in the audience every time."
"I-"...