Pizza, Dalton, and lovers.

Pizza, Dalton, and lovers. Part 1.

KeepOnKlaining: Hey everyone, so I'm planning on this being an ongoing series, maybe? Just about my version of how Klaine met, became friends, got into a relationship (perhaps? Muahaha) and just ups and downs of their time together. So expect A LOT of fluff, A LOT of angst and just be patient with it, as I'm not planning on completing it, yet. ;) Please, please comment and fan my account. The support would be great. I'll try to upload a new chapter everyday, but no promises! I do not own Glee, or any of their original characters unfortunately. Okay, I'll leave you to it, enjoy!

"Da-Dad! Okay, I got it, 'be safe'." Kurt sighed, rolling his eyes.

"Just... Yeah. That's all. Please? No drinking!" Burt demanded calmly.

"Mhmm." Kurt mumbled and walked out of the door.

Kurt hated lying to his father, obviously because he was very close to his dad and he didn't want to break their trust. But mostly because he knew Burt would find out eventually.

He had told his dad that he was staying over at Mercedes' house every saturday night. Burt just worried that Kurt might have been partying and possibly getting drunk, but in Kurt's eyes what he was /actually/ doing was much worse.

A pizza boy.

A. Pizza. Boy.

Humiliating.

However the taunts from Karofsky had gotten so much worse over the past few weeks that Kurt was planning to earn enough money to study at a private school. He couldn't ask for money from his dad, he was about to get married! Kurt of all people knew how expensive and extravagant weddings were.

Kurt hated the work uniform they gave him. They were kind enough to let him ditch the logo cap and wear black skinnies, but as soon as he got his order he would throw a fashionable skull scarf around his neck (carefully positioning it over the logo of his unflattering polo shirt) and slipped into his favourite white Doc Martens.

Kurt knew he could rock any style, and he could still pass this outfit, but he never wanted anyone to know he was doing such a labourous job... Especially when he was destined for Broadway.

"Dalton Academy Warblers... Again?" Kurt muttered as he read the order address and began to drive to the destination. He wondered if any of them might start to recognise his face from Sectionals. 'Ick.' He thought.

He pulled into the carpark of Dalton and pressed the buzzer in front of the huge wooden doors.

A group of dashing teenage guys answered the door, the same from the past couple of deliveries. They all stared at Kurt then giggled into eachother.

'It's the scarf, isn't it?' Kurt screamed inside, thinking that The Warblers were laughing AT him. Kurt's anger rose.

"Third time this week, huh? You know Warblers, the amount of fatty calories your bodies will hold after this week will be astonishing. You will never look OR DANCE as good as me." Kurt huffed.

They all stared blankly at the pizza boy then fell into fits of laughter.

"Yup, Blaine! No need to hide, he definately plays for your team!" One Warbler struggled to say as he giggled.

"Yeah, Blaine. You've wasted all your money on the pizza, or better said: on the pizza GUY. Now step right up and claim your prize!" Another one chuckled.

"What-um?" Kurt was confused, he wondered what the hell was going on.

A slightly shorter male pushed himself through the group on laughing boys, looking angry and slightly embarrassed. He kept his head down as he handed Kurt the money and snatched the pizza.

Kurt had recognised the boy from the first time he delivered at Dalton Academy. The boy had answered the door and just stood frozen, staring at Kurt, holding onto his money while Kurt tried to take it off him. He thought the boy might have had /problems/, however he looked fine now. Before Kurt could think anymore the shorter guy had sunk back behind the boys - all eyes set on Blaine.

"Blainey, how rude! Apologise to the /beautiful/ pizza boy who's eyes were so stunning that you couldn't look away!" A tall, blonde Warbler scoffed. "Oh god, the poor thing looks like a scared puppy! ... What's your name?"

"K-Kurt," Kurt gulped. "Kurt Hummel. Why?" He asked, slightly worried.

"Blaine here," a larger Warbler thrust the shorter guy to the front of the the group "has developed a little crush-ehem-obsession on you." He pushed Blaine into Kurt and they toppled to the ground. Kurt twisted a little, and found himself laying over Blaine, who was just staring right through Kurt, his expression looked like a lot of mixed emotions.

'The boy /is/ pretty cute, but he doesn't /seem/ gay?' Kurt thought as he just gazed at Blaine. However he knew he was always attracted to alpha males.

Everyone fell silent, unsure of what was happening. Especially Kurt and Blaine.

"I hereby pronounce you: Klaine!" A voice bellowed behind them.

'Klaine' just stared into eachothers eyes and breathed heavily.

"Kurt?" A fimiliar voice echoed.

Kurt jumped up from the now slightly disappointed looking Warbler. "Daaaad, hey?" Kurt acted coy.

"What the hell is this? First I ring Mercedes to see if you got there okay. Turns out she knew nothing about a sleepover. Then a get a call from some pizza company telling me that their employee: KURT HUMMEL, hasn't returned from his shift... And now I see you on top of some kid?" Burt spat.

"Actually, I'm seventeen. I'm just not that tall-" Blaine smilled, standing up from the ground and brushing himself off.

Kurt couldn't help but blush, Blaine was such a charmer.

"Right, ur, well. Get in the car, Kurt. You're most certainly not carrying on doing such a crummy job." Burt looked like his anger had eased.

Blaine's smile faded and fell into worry. Kurt obeyed his father and got into the car, the whole group of Warblers stared at Blaine, waiting for some sort of reaction. He just stood there, looking deflated. Just as Burt drove out of the carpark Kurt saw Blaine run back into Dalton.