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‘Shit!’
That was the sound of the bell. Kurt was late to class. Again.
‘Are you serious?! Does anything else want to go wrong today?’ He muttered to himself as he rushed down the hall to class. When he approached his English class, the lesson had already started. He tried to sneak in at the back as to not be noticed.
‘Ah Mr. Hummel. Late again I see’.
Kurt scrunched his face up and shook his head. He had a long hour ahead of him. After class, Kurt rushed out before Mr Robertson could ask him to stay behind to explain his tardiness.
As soon as he left the room, he turned quickly around and bumped into a much shorter, and darker dressed figure. He dropped his books on to the floor, and the shorter boy stared down at him. Kurt picked up his books and got back up to his feet.
‘I’m sorry.’
‘You should really watch where you’re going, Hummel’
‘I know I just-‘
He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head slightly.
‘Wait, how do you know my name?’
Blaine just smiled and turned to walk away. The bell rang for lunch. Kurt met up with Mercedes and Rachel and they made their way to the courtyard. Mercedes slapped her hands down onto the table.
‘So, has anybody seen the newbie? He is fiiiine’ she laughed.
‘Hello? Earth to Kurt?’ she waved her hands in front of his face.
‘Sorry, what’d you say?’ he responded taking a bite of his sandwich.
‘Oh my god. Kurt has a crush!’ Rachel squealed.
‘What? What are you talking about?’ Kurt replied defensively.
‘I can tell’. Rachel beamed.
‘How is that even possible?’
‘It’s my gay intuition! I get it from my dads’.
‘Sorry, ladies, you’ll have to be without my presence for a while. I need to give Finn his lunch. The football team have got practice over lunch today, something about switching the rival team’s jockstraps.’ Kurt shudders and walks away.
He spots Blaine hanging out underneath the bleachers with some cheerleaders, amongst them are Quinn and Santana, on what appears to be a rundown old sofa. A cigarette lit between his lips. He couldn’t help but stare at the boy. His face framed by his brown curly hair, his body wrapped in a leather jacket, skin tight jeans and combat boots.
‘Hey, bro!’ Finn shouts, startling Kurt.
He plays it off and walks over to Finn. He digs into his bag and hands Finn a lunchbox.
‘Here’s your lunch. Please don’t forget it again. I hate your team’.
‘Sorry about that, and thanks. I told you, if any of them say or do anything to you, you come and tell me. I made a promise to your dad’.
‘I know. Thanks, Finn’. he smiled weakly.
‘Do you know anything about that new kid?’
He turned to look in Blaine’s direction, prompting Finn to do the same.
‘Nah, he hangs around with Quinn, you should ask her- Wait, has he said something to you? Or done some-‘
‘No, no it’s nothing like that’. Kurt interjects.
‘He looks like to type to dump slushies on us. Including your hair. I know how important your hair is to you.’
‘And I know how important football is to you. So get back to it. Don’t worry about me’ Kurt smiled softly.
‘Gotcha. See you later, bro’. Finn said walking backwards towards his team.
Kurt went to walk back to the courtyard, but he was stopped by Blaine standing in front of him.
‘We bump into each other again. Are you stalking me?’ Blaine asked, cigarette in his hand.
‘Uh, no. No.’
‘I saw you staring earlier. See something you like?’ Blaine asked, still not breaking eye contact.
‘Please. Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I like you’ Kurt replied, matter-of-factly.
Blaine nodded using his tongue to hide his smile. That was the right tone to use with Blaine.
‘You want one?’ he offered, handing Kurt his box a cigarettes.
‘No, thanks. I uh, I don’t smoke’. Kurt said, adjusting his bag on his arm.
‘I didn’t think so. You wouldn’t want it ruining that angelic voice, right?’ Blaine asked, putting out his cigarette.
Kurt nodded slowly looking down to the ground. ‘I didn’t catch your name’.
‘I didn’t throw it’. Blaine responded lifting up his knee so it rested on the wall. Kurt laughed slightly through his nose.
‘It’s Anderson.’ Blaine quipped, scratching the back of his head.
‘Anderson...’ Kurt said, as if he was admiring how it sounds.
‘Well, you can call me Blaine, but I’m not going to respond’. He said, looking Kurt up and down.
Suddenly, the bell rang, almost intrusively. ‘Well, that’s me. It’s been riveting’. Kurt walked away, biting his lip. Blaine watched on, intrigued by the taller boy’s confidence around him.
After 4th period, Kurt closed his locker door and saw Blaine standing against his own. He was leaning against his locker, his arms crossed, staring at his black painted fingernails. Mercedes and Tina emerged from around the corner, Kurt watched as Blaine was called into the Principal’s Office.
‘Oh my god, Rachel was right! You do have a crush!’ Mercedes grabbed Kurt’s arm excitedly.
Before Kurt got a chance to answer, Mr Schue walked by.
‘Guys, why aren’t you in Glee club yet?’ he asked, arms folded.
‘We’re on our way’. Tina replied, arms linked with Kurt and Mercedes.
They walked to the choir room whilst Mr Schue went to his office, probably to get sheet music or something.
After Glee, and after Kurt had said bye to everyone, he was stopped by Miss Pillsbury.
‘Kurt. Hey, could you come with me to Figgins’ office? You’re not in trouble. Don’t worry’.
‘Mr Hummel. Take a seat. This is Mr Anderson’.
Figgins announced. Emma stood beside him. Kurt said down next to Blaine.
‘We’ve, uh, we’ve met‘.
‘Excellent, then this shouldn’t be a problem. Miss Pillsbury?’ Figgins asks motioning his hand.
‘So, Kurt, you’re a senior and you want to go to NYADA. A very prestigious performing arts school, and there’s no doubt you’re talented in that sector. But it’s still college, and colleges want the whole package. Extra curriculars and such. Glee is an outstanding one that bodes well for you. But, we were thinking maybe you could help Blaine here-‘
The redhead was cut off by a clearly irritated Blaine.
‘Um, excuse me but I don’t feel comfortable having my entire life story told like you just did to Hummel over here’. Blaine irked, hands folded and body slouched in the chair.
‘Mr Anderson. Quiet’. Figgins responded.
‘Miss Pillsbury, continue’.
‘Blaine I won’t say anything without your permission. Our sessions are private’.
‘Are you fucking kidding me? Now everybody knows I’m in therapy. Thanks for that. Thanks a lot’.
He got up out of his chair, grabbing his bag and slamming the door behind him. Kurt sat in silence, looking at the ground.
‘Can I leave?’ he asked quietly.
‘Yes, we’ll discuss it again tomorrow’ Figgins answered.