They meet. If only by chance. I'm wearing yellow, hair gelled, head down. No one seems to notice me, and maybe I prefer that. For now.
They meet. 
If only by chance.

I'm wearing yellow, hair gelled, head down. No one seems to notice me, and maybe I prefer that. For now. 

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KLAINE, Blaine POV. Harry Potter. Cross-over. Part 1 of ??? // Hufflepuff!Blaine laments over his crush on Slytherin!Kurt.

They meet. If only by chance. I'm wearing yellow, hair gelled, head down. No one seems to notice me, and maybe I prefer that. For now.

Although I wouldn't mind being noticed by him. He who walks with a stride and purpose, sporting green with pride, hair coifed, head high.

I may stare for a little too long sometimes. Not always being able to help it. Those eyes are traps, pulling anyone in who gets too close. I've never seen that shade of blue to radiate a soul before. But there he is.

"You dropped this." Would be the first words he spoke to me. I can't even breathe when it happens. Afraid I'll wake up from another dream, just proving I fell asleep in class again. How many times have I dreamt about having that voice, those eyes, taking notice of me? Countless.

Although this may be real. For he's smiling, and extending a quill in my direction. And when I smile back, he blushes when I accept the offer of retrieving that of which I clumsily dropped in a haze of class being dismissed and day dreaming again.

"Thanks". And I want to say more. But the words get stuck in my throat, now dry as he nods and walks away from me. Leaving me to wonder what had just happened and kick myself for not saying something else. Anything else. Just to keep him engaged in conversation. Keep his focus on where I wanted it so bad. On me. Just me.

The light touch of the quill brings me back to my senses. I might have been staring again. And blushing. Definitely blushing since my face is hot and now some girls are now giggling in my direction. I feel so foolish. He'll never notice me.

But I notice him, and that's all I can do. He deserves it. He deserves to be noticed and admired, for all that he is. /end part 1.

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