𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚘𝚞𝚜 [Miles Fairchild x Reader]

Matchmaker

[Art by me!]

"If you ever looked at me once with what I know is in you, I would be your slave." ― Emily Brontë

The next day comes earlier than expected for Miles. He peeks his eyes open when the sun begins to shine in his eyes, and he lets out a soft groan. He hates it when he gets up earlier than his alarm – he has such a hard time with going back to sleep once he's up. But the thought of seeing you and your playful little smiles makes things a little less crappy, that's for sure... so he trudges out of bed.

He watches you as usual. He barely even pays attention to your guys' classes, too concerned to see each and every expression he can when he's not sitting next to you. He tries not to feel jealous when you laugh and joke with Amy and Caleb, even as you hold the symbol of your love on your hip like a parent would... obviously, he knows it's not an actual baby, but a guy can dream, can't he?

He's quick to drop by your locker on a supposed bathroom break. It's true that the school itself does not have lockers for the students to put their books in, but it's rather a little compartment for mail. He knows that you check it quite often, almost as though you're looking for something – perhaps from your aunt... or maybe you were really hoping for your parents to send you mail. He doesn't understand why you would want that, though. With a shrug, he puts the love note that he wrote last night into it.

He thinks about the way your eyes lit up upon seeing his place last night, how you laughed and danced to the music... how you blushed when Flora explained to her teacher that the project was to make sure he didn't knock anyone up too early. He can still feel the warmth of your hand in his own and smell the scent of your hair when you guys stood close to each other. What he wouldn't give to have that again.

Lunch time rolls around, and you go to your little locker, opening it in hopes of some letter from... well, someone. He wouldn't be surprised if you were hoping it to be from family, but his little love note awaits you instead. He acts as if he's just looking for mail himself but is watching your reaction rather closely. You pick it up, already smiling even before you read it, and open it. He sees the way you giggle like a schoolgirl in love at his writing, and he feels a sense of pride.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

He approaches you as soon as you fold the note back up and put it in your blazer's pocket, just like you did the first note he gave you. He calls out your name, lifting his hand in greeting in a nonchalant manner. "What's got you smiling like that?" he asks, feigning ignorance so you don't suspect him. "It must have been a very romantic letter, huh? I had no idea you had a secret admirer."

He holds his hand out, a silent invitation for you to hand Kurt to him, to which you do without hesitation, thanking him in a soft tone of voice. You look down, your face feeling a little hot as you balance on the balls of your feet. "I didn't think anyone would want to be my secret admirer, to be honest," you confess, smiling as you do so. "But they're very sweet. Their handwriting is very pretty too."

He smiles at your enthusiasm. "Well, I'm happy for you," he says simply, cradling Kurt against his chest. He takes your hand in his own unoccupied one, something that you don't flinch away from for one of the first times, and he begins to lead you to the cafeteria. "C'mon, let's go to lunch. I'm starving and I bet you are too, right?"

The feeling of his hand being enveloped in yours is like electricity. He's pretty sure he's addicted to this, the skinship, the fleeting looks you give him. He never thought that he would say this, but he doesn't want this project to end. It's the fourth day, though, which means it'll be finished soon enough. He needs to do something to have you keep talking to him, and fast.