Our Love is All We Need to Make it Through // KLAINE

Chapter Four

*Kurt Hummel*

"I don't see how you can stand to read biographies." I shake my head as Rachel scans the biography section of the store, her finger running across the spines of books in hot pursuit of the newest Barbara Striesand biography. "They're so boring!"

"I like finding out how people rose to stardom." Rachel defends herself. "So that way I know not to make the same mistakes when I become a star."

It makes sense, so I don't say anything, in silent agreement. "I'm gonna look over here." I gesture over to the romance section. Rachel nods, looking distant, her face lighting up when she finds a book. 

I walk leisurely down the aisle, my eyes scanning the spines of the books. I breathe in a long breath, smelling the scent of unopened pages. So many words to be read, stories to be told. Books have always facinated me, ever since I was little. Different views and perspectives, different fantasies, it all intruiges me. 

After a while of scanning titles, I find myself slowly wandering towards the musical section, where books that teach you how to play certain intruments are located, ranging from recorder to keyboard, music books to simple books teaching the fingerings of certain instruments. 

I've never been really musically gifted, except for my voice. I can't seem to be able to remember notes, or anything of the sort. Like books, it has always been something I've been interested in. I can write music and lyrics fairly well, but when it comes to playing it, I'm about as useful as balloon deflated of air. 

I pick up a decent sized book about guitars, filled with tabs and different musical pieces. 

"How long have you been playing for?" a male voice asks me, causing me to glance up. My jaw drops when I see who it is, my mind suddenly blank of all thoughts, which normally is the first sign of when I would start babbling like an idiot.

It's the boy. 

The boy with the guitar, well, minus the guitar part. 

His sparkling hazel eyes glisten with interest, boring into mine, causing my face to grow warm. His mouth is pulled into an adorable half smile, and his voice...he's talking to me.. 

Oh right! He's talking to you! Breathe Kurt, don't be an idiot...

"Um, I-I don't." I stammer, my voice sounding weak to even myself. "I was just kind of checking it out." I swallow hard.

The boy nods, unfazed by my social awkwardness. If he notices my idiocy, he pretends not to notice. His hand grasps the book that I'm holding, his finger tips calloused from playing his guitar, and God, he is close. I can smell his cologne, his sweet scent that I'm sure I am getting drunk off of. "I think I have this book at home." he murmurs, thinking to himself. I barely comprehend what he's saying, too mesmerized by the silky smoothness of his voice, each word flowing off his tongue with such ease and perfection.

"You play?" I question, although I know the answer.

"Yeah, guitar, and some keyboard." the boy says as I return the book to its spot. The boy extends his hand out, peering at me through his incredibly sexy glasses. "I'm Blaine Anderson. And you are...?" he hasn't stopped smiling. 

"Kurt Hummel." I respond, wishing I could wipe off my hand on my pants before I shake his hand, because it's probably sweaty. We shake hands, and Blaine's smile breaks out into a grin. "Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kurt Hummel."

I smile back as our hands pull away. "What school do you go to?" I ask him, wanting to hear his voice, learn more about him. 

"Dalton Academy." he responds, and I notice he's wearing a uniform; a navy blazer with a red striped tie and a white shirt underneath. I also see there's a pin attached as well, with a bird and a musical note on it. Blaine must notice me looking because he explains. "That's my Warblers pin. It's the glee club there."

"Oh yeah, I know the Warblers!" the name rings a bell in my head. I think Mr. Shuester said something about competing against them in Sectionals this year. "I go to McKinley, and I'm the Glee club there, the New Directions?" I say the name, wondering if he has heard of us as well. 

Recognition crosses Blaine's face. "Oh! Yeah, you guys are competing against us at Sectionals, if I remember correctly."

I nod, unable to keep the smile off my face. I can't entirely wrap my head around the fact that this is real, this is happening. 

"Hey, Kurt! I found it!" Rachel comes over to where I am, and her eyes freeze on Blaine, then dart back to me as she cocks her head in an unspoken question. "Hi, I'm Rachel Berry," Rachel introduces herself. 

"Blaine Anderson." Blaine nods his head at her, smiling. 

"Nice to meet you, Blaine." she grins at him. "You and Kurt know each other?"

"Well, we do now." Blaine chuckles, adjusting his glasses. "I was just about to give him my number, actually." Wait a second; did he just wink at me? Is this for real?

Blaine extends his hand out once more. "You have a phone?"

"Uh, yeah!" I dig in my pocket and hand him my phone. He enters his name and number into my contacts, and hands me back my phone, then hands me his to enter my number into. "You free tomorrow afternoon? We can go get coffee, or something?"

I nod numbly, unable to speak legible words. Blaine smiles shyly at me. "Cool." 

Rachel's gaze keeps flickering back and forth between us. I can definitely tell she's going to give me a hard time about it later. At the moment, however, I don't really care.

"I gotta get going, but I'll get a hold of you with a time, alright?" Blaine asks me.

"Yeah, sounds great!"

"See ya, Kurt, Rachel," he half waves at both of us, walking away.

Rachel's face breaks out into a ridiculous grin. "So who was that, dear Kurt?"

"Blaine." I say simply, trying to shrug my way past her, but I can't get away that easily.

 "He's cute!" Rachel squeals. I quickly glance over to make sure Blaine is out of earshot. 

"I have no idea why he decided to talk to me." I tell her, my heart still pounding in my chest with nervousness at encountering the boy whose name is now in my phone, whose lips have spoken my name.

"Well, why not?" Rachel elbows me in the ribs before stepping up in line to pay for her book. 

I think about this as she pays for her book. Really, what made Blaine want to talk to me? Did he recognize me from the park, or was it just the fact that I was holding the guitar book? Whatever the case may be, I'm glad it happened.

Kurt Hummel may have just made a friend without even trying.