They talk. If only by nerve. I find myself twisting the yellow thread of my scarf around my fingers, watching with fascination as the yarn squeezes my digit to and from blood support. Distracting me from the nerves bubbling up inside.
They talk.


If only by nerve. 

I find myself twisting the yellow thread of my scarf around my fingers, watching with fascination as the yarn squeezes my digit to and from blood support.  Distracting me from the nerves bubbling up inside. kurt hummel stories
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KLAINE. Blaine's POV. Part 2 of ???// Hufflepuff!Blaine & Slytherin!Kurt.

They talk. If only by nerve. I find myself twisting the yellow thread of my scarf around my fingers, watching with fascination as the yarn squeezes my digit to and from blood support. Distracting me from the nerves bubbling up inside.

He stands with the confidence I lack. Contrasted green against a winter wonderland backdrop so perfectly. I can't hear what is being said, between him and his fellow serpent friends, I just know he looks beautiful every time he smiles. I want him to smile like that for me. At me. Because of me. For me.

I seize my moment when he pulls away from the group. If I don't do it now, I may never do it at all. Hand extended. Heart in throat. Butterflies galore. He's just out of reach. So close.

"Excuse me?" I falter. My voice cracked. Vulnerable. My fingers just ghost his shoulder. Fabric soft beneath my fingertips, if only for a half a second. He turns. With poise and grace, and those eyes meet mine. I'm trapped now. In his gaze. No where to run.

And then he smiles. Eyes sparkling, expectant. "Yes?" He questions. I falter. Again. Stumbling over the words in my head. "Lovely weather we're having isn't it?" I stumble over my own feet. Humiliation washing over me.

He laughs. And oh what a sound it is. Light. Warm. Something to want to wrap around myself and sink into. A sound I want to hear more of.

"It is rather beautiful." You're beautiful, I tell myself silently. Forgetting about what I had originally feared for a moment. Because he's still smiling at me. "Would you like to experience its beauty more over lunch sometime?" I ask. Finally.

"How about dinner instead? I'm free tonight." He retorts. I feel like I'm floating. "Blaine, right?" He knows my name. He knows I exist. I can only nod in this moment.

"Meet me here at 7 tonight then. Don't be late." And then he's gone.

I smile. He knows my name. He knows I exist. He smiled for me. Because of me. He's beautiful.

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