One Thing is For Sure (2/18)
Kurt hummed gently along with the music playing through his headphones, becoming completely immersed in sewing his latest design. It was a way for him to relax, as well as what he wanted to do with his life, so moving to Chicago to attend Columbia had quickly become his dream. It wasn’t New York or Paris, but Chicago was definitely very beautiful, and pretty fashion-forward in its own right.
He heard his professor begin to speak, the voice muffled by his music.
“Guys, I’d like to introduce you to the photographer for your new designs,” the woman announced. Kurt ignored her at first; he wouldn’t even be in contact with the cameraman, only sending models out from their dressing room and staying hidden away. He let out a small sigh and glanced up, only for a moment, before he looked back down. His eyes suddenly widened, head shooting back up to look at the boy standing next to his professor. Oh, wow.
The boy was definitely Kurt’s age, perfect, tanned skin even in the middle of winter. His hair was gelled, but still showed signs of the curls that hid beneath, and he seemed to just radiate excitement. Kurt’s eyebrows raised slightly, his eyes slowly raking up and down the boy.
His partially exposed chest was the first thing to catch Kurt’s eye, showing through the unbuttoned portion of his striped shirt. A maroon cardigan covered him, tight enough to outline his arms and show off every muscle. Wow.
"Hey, guys! My name's Blaine."
Blaine. Even his name was gorgeous. Kurt wanted to talk to him, to introduce himself and maybe flirt a little. But who was he kidding; not only was he incredibly awkward around boys, Blaine probably had a girlfriend. A lovely, beautiful photography major like him.
Kurt sighed sadly and looked over at Blaine again, seeing a group of girls crowding around the boy. His heart began to fall at how comfortable Blaine looked around them, definitely a ladies' man. He swiveled around in his chair to put his back to the front of the room, being a tad too harsh when he put his headphone back in his ear, the music drowning everything out once again.
Don't get your hopes up, Kurt, he thought. He's not worth it.
He heard his professor begin to speak, the voice muffled by his music.
“Guys, I’d like to introduce you to the photographer for your new designs,” the woman announced. Kurt ignored her at first; he wouldn’t even be in contact with the cameraman, only sending models out from their dressing room and staying hidden away. He let out a small sigh and glanced up, only for a moment, before he looked back down. His eyes suddenly widened, head shooting back up to look at the boy standing next to his professor. Oh, wow.
The boy was definitely Kurt’s age, perfect, tanned skin even in the middle of winter. His hair was gelled, but still showed signs of the curls that hid beneath, and he seemed to just radiate excitement. Kurt’s eyebrows raised slightly, his eyes slowly raking up and down the boy.
His partially exposed chest was the first thing to catch Kurt’s eye, showing through the unbuttoned portion of his striped shirt. A maroon cardigan covered him, tight enough to outline his arms and show off every muscle. Wow.
"Hey, guys! My name's Blaine."
Blaine. Even his name was gorgeous. Kurt wanted to talk to him, to introduce himself and maybe flirt a little. But who was he kidding; not only was he incredibly awkward around boys, Blaine probably had a girlfriend. A lovely, beautiful photography major like him.
Kurt sighed sadly and looked over at Blaine again, seeing a group of girls crowding around the boy. His heart began to fall at how comfortable Blaine looked around them, definitely a ladies' man. He swiveled around in his chair to put his back to the front of the room, being a tad too harsh when he put his headphone back in his ear, the music drowning everything out once again.
Don't get your hopes up, Kurt, he thought. He's not worth it.