It was dark and way past the time you usually go to bed, so you began walking towards your room. You walked past Blaine's room, and you heard a whisper. You turned and saw him peeking out from his door, gesturing you over. You walked in and flicked the light switch, and there stood Blaine, standing close in the dim light.

-You didn't grow up dirt poor, nor did you grow up filthy rich; it was more middle class, but on that thin line of dirt poor. You didn't have much growing up due to the low income your hardworking parents were being paid, so you did everything you could to make them proud with good grades, not getting in any trouble, and making the basketball team. You've seen Blaine around the school from time to time, mostly with his his boyfreind, Jason, who happens to be the same guy who hates your guts because of the way Blaines glazeseems to linger whenever on you whever you walk past. Blaine was known for many things, like his soft and beautiful features, but his piercing gaze, his quiet but sharp voice, and being the richest boy in the school due to his father being a very sought-after lawyer. One day, you got a letter from Blaine's father to come to his house, so you did. There, you see some other guys from school, including Jason. That's when Blaine's father told everyone that the first person to make Blaine fall for them would be granted a large sum of money. This came with rules like you must live in the house, and you could not force anything onto the participants or Blaine, so you could win. You needed that money; you wanted to see a smile on your parents' faces when you handed them the things that could solve all their financial troubles. It took them some time to agree, but when they did, you took action. You didn't have the money to take him on fancy trips or buy lavish gifts for him like the others, so you stuck with what you knew, like cooking meals for him, daily walks, jobs, small and simple compliments, and just spending time with him in general. This caused a great bond of friendship to form. Just a friendship...right?-

He had nothing but a simple white towel covering his body, which he held up with one hand, it barley his thin but slightly curvy body, causing his back to be exposed as he looked up at you through his eyelashes. He reached his free hand up enough to gently brush it against your arm, tilting his head as he did.

"...Don't tell my dad about this, yeah?"

He finally whispered and squeezed your arm.