"I'm Blaine Anderson." Blaine had been startled when a short brunette girl had pulled him aside and introduced herself the moment he'd entered McKinley. But the gesture was not unwelcome, as it had relieved some of Blaine's nerves about meeting new friends. Her name was Rachel Berry and although her fashion resembled that of a toddler, she seemed a sweet yet very ambitious girl. Blaine was also pleased to meet her friends, Tina and Mercedes. Mercedes was a voluptuous African American whose big white smile put Blaine at ease. Tina was a sweet asian girl who was decked out in very interesting gothic attire. They kept up some light chatter and Blaine learned that they were in the glee club, New Directions. This was good news to Blaine as he had already decided he was going to audition after school and it was nice knowing someone already. The girls were delighted to hear this. "So, Blaine, what year are you in?" Blaine hesitated and then replied, "Well technically I should be sophomore but I'm a junior because they believe I'm academically advanced." Blaine blushed at the last part. Although he was proud, it just gave his peers another reason to bully him. But the girls didn't bat an eye. Tina even looked slightly impressed.
The conversation had been going well for quite a while until Rachel's enthusiastic grin fell to a disgusted frown. As Blaine turned to see what had upset her she muttered, "Oh. It's them." Behind him, people were parting like the Red Sea to reveal two of the most interesting and scary people Blaine had seen. He first noticed a slender boy who looked only a little taller than Blaine. The boy's coiffed brown hair was streaked pink and it seemed to Blaine he had an endless amount of piercings. His eyebrow, lip and a row of three silver rings lines the top of his left ear. The boy had a couple of tattoos around his neck and up his right arm, wore a tight white t-shirt that reached just above his hips while his skin tight jeans clung just below them. Although Blaine didn't usually like that sort of thing, he admitted that he was attracted to this odd boy. Blaine had to quickly avert his attention, however, as he realised that looking any longer may end up in an awkward situation that included his pants. He looked to the girl instead. She had short, layered hair that was pink all over. Just like the boy she too had several piercings but less than he. Her black tank top also just reached her hips. The studded belt holding up her skirt matched her black boots. She had a jacket slung over her shoulder. The couple passed Blaine and his new friends and Blaine could of swore he saw the boy hesitate for just a moment as he stood next to the group. But he didn't stop, and continued up the hall. From behind he could see they had matching tramp stamps. "Who are they...?" Blaine asked as he happily took in the sight of the boy's ass wrapped in those oh-so-tight jeans. "They are Kurt Hummel and Quinn Fabray, the heads of the Skanks. They created the group over the summer. People you don't want to associate with." Rachel huffed. Mercedes, with sadness in her eyes, added in a whisper, "It's a shame really." Blaine was just about to ask what was when the bell went and the group dispersed. He'd have to ask them at break. For now, he had maths.
Kurt leant against his locker as Quinn opened hers and shoved her jacket in. He was looking at the ceiling when he said, "I wonder who that boy was standing with Rachel and that." He yawned as he thought about it. "What does it matter?" Q replied, pausing to raise her pierced eyebrow as she began to retrieve her books. Kurt shrugged, " It doesn't. I was just wondering." He sucked in his lip piercing as he thought about the boy. He'd only seen his back. He was wearing a collared shirt under a sweater vest and dress pants. Kurt rolled his eyes at the thought of it. A dork, no doubt. "Well, if it doesn't matter then you better get moving. We're already late." Quinn said as she sauntered off to first period. Kurt realised she was right, the hall was now empty. Although just being here was an achievement for Kurt. Recently, he'd just been leaving the house early to fool his dad into thinking he'd been going to school when in reality he'd go to Quinn's and sleep half the day away. Today was different, as she had made Kurt come in early with her. He was almost glad, as it had given him a chance to see the new kid.
No, he scolded himself. That was not what it was at all. Kurt decided he was not at all interested in that dork. Sighing, he too went to find his first period class.
It was not until third period when Blaine got to see Kurt again. It was French class and as he walked in he could clearly see the pink streak at the back of the class. Kurt lifted his head from his arms when he heard the teacher say, "Class, I'd like you to meet Blaine Anderson." Kurt saw the front of the boy now. He noted the slick, gelled, dark brown hair and amber eyes frames by black thick rimmed specs. He also saw the bow tie sitting proudly at his neck. He snorted, definitely a dork. "You may sit down next to Monsieur Hummel, at the back." It wasn't like the seat was hard to find, it was the only available one left. A few jocks sniggered as Blaine passed them. He flinched a little, but ignored them as best he could. As the geeky boy places his belongings on the desk to his left, Kurt sighed. He was about to complain but then, it wasn't like he had to talk to him. Boy, he couldn't have been more wrong.
"Hi." Blaine whispered a short while after Madame had set a task. Kurt turned his head to look at Blaine, resting the side of his face on his arms. Blaine smiled and he watched as the other boy's amber eyes light up. So dreamy... Snapping himself out of it, Kurt scowled at the other boy. "What?" There was no need to whisper, as the class was full of chatter. Blaine didn't know how to reply, he hadn't really thought of a conversation. He just wanted to talk to this mysterious hot stranger. Just as Kurt was about to turn his head away Blaine blurted out, "I, uh, um... Madame said you were her best student and I didn't study French at my old school. Can you help me?" Without a moments thought, Kurt snapped back, "No." Blaine looked hurt for a moment and then he whimpered, "please." Kurt couldn't say no then. Blaine resembled that of a puppy and his eyes seemed to captivate Kurt. He sighed and reluctantly sat up. "Fine." He muttered, shuffling his chair closer to Blaine's desk. Blaine could smell smoke as Kurt got closer. He tried to ignore it, but his nose wrinkled at the unpleasant smell. It wasn't all doom and gloom though. Kurt was still extremely close and Blaine loved looking into those blue eyes, that reminded him of a tropical waterfall. Kurt scanned the worksheet Blaine had been given. It was on animals and Kurt almost laughed aloud at the simplicity of it. But he set about correcting Blaine's mistakes under his watchful amber eyes. It was beginning to make Kurt feel uncomfortable when he'd done the worksheet. He looked up and met his stare. They held it for a while, each getting lost in the other's eyes. Kurt was the first to break the silence, clearing his throat and then beginning, "Y'know for someone who dresses as smart as you. You really are dumb. A five year old could complete this worksheet better than you." He said harshly. Blaine looked taken aback, he knew Kurt had a mean appearance but he was not expecting that. It hurt him a little, and he looked at the desk as his face turned red. He would never admit to it but tears threatened to fall from his eyes. Kurt noticed and immediately felt bad, but didn't show it. He didn't need his new bad ass appearance ruined by some geek he'd just met. In an emotionless tone he added, "I've corrected you on the sheet. Just learn the right terms." At that moment the bell went and Kurt grabbed his belongings and made for the door, he didn't send one more glance Blaine's way.
Kurt was glad to be out of that stuffy classroom and he was barely in the corridor before he had pulled out a cigarette. Placing it behind his ear, he sneered as his peers passed him. It humoured Kurt to know that only last year he had been shoved against the lockers by the same jocks who now were avoiding his eye. The Skanks had given Kurt authority in these dreary halls and he loved it. For once he felt safe, although he wasn't always happy. He always felt a slight sadness when he passed the choir room, where his old friends were often singing show tunes and bickering about who deserved a solo. But the Skanks provided Kurt with something glee club couldn't. An escape from high school torture.
Q was already at their unusual spot under the bleachers when Kurt arrived and she held a lighter out for him to take. Kurt accepted it and soon they were surrounded in a cloud of smoke. "How's your day been?" Q asked as she exhaled. Kurt shrugged. Although Q was his best friend, Kurt knew he couldn't tell her that he was attracted to Blaine the mega nerd. "Ok, I guess. Yours?" He asked. Q shrugged and put her fag out by stomping it into the ground. "Are you going to class?" She asked. Kurt sighed and shook his head. He was tired and he didn't want to risk seeing Blaine again. Q shrugged, "Suit yourself." Chucking her house keys to Kurt over her shoulder she headed into the crowd before disappearing from Kurt's sight all together. He admired her, although joining the skanks had given her a badass image Quinn Fabray never managed to miss any assignment deadline and her grades were impeccable. Kurt, on the other hand, was failing almost every class but French and only because he was fluent in the language. He sighed, spying his navigator in the car park. He couldn't wait to sleep.
Blaine was disappointed when he realised that Kurt wasn't in any of his classes other than French, or rather in some cases he didn't bother to show up. He knew it was stupid, having a crush on a boy who clearly wasn't interested in anything. But for reasons unknown to Blaine, Kurt Hummel had captivated him. Lunch couldn't come sooner and Blaine was excited to learn more about the pink haired boy. However, his plans fell flat when Rachel and the the girls introduced him to the rest of New Directions. He was dragged to their table and one by one he learned their names. There was Artie, a boy in a wheelchair who seemed to share Blaine's love for cardigans and sweater vests. Finn, Rachel's giant oaf of a boyfriend. Santana and Brittany, the slightly menacing Latina cheerio and the ditsy blonde cheerio. Noah Puckerman, whom Blaine was slightly afraid of after he'd seen him chuck a couple of Blaine's fellow nerds in a dumpster earlier that day. Sam, the (clearly) bleached blonde hottie sat next to Mike Chang, the other Asian. Completing the group was Rachel, Tina and Mercedes. Blaine blushed and stated he wasn't actually in the glee club yet. But Finn just laughed and said, "Don't worry. Mr Shcuester let's anyone who auditions into the club. You'll be fine." This blew away all of Blaine's old nerves and he sat down and began to make friends. While the thought of Kurt Hummel still lingered.
Kurt had been snuggled up in Quinn's bed for over an hour when he realised he couldn't get to sleep. It's that damned dork, he thought. He yawned, stretching his slender frame across the bed. Sitting up, he eyed Q's laptop from across the room. Surely a little research wouldn't hurt... Kurt leapt out if bed and into the desk chair, turning the laptop on. He drummed his fingers impatiently on the desk as the laptop buzzed into life. Finally, Kurt had managed to open the Internet and his fingers drummed in the familiar address. Facebook. He had to have one. Q was still logged in and Kurt struggled to resist the urge to frape her. Being as mature and sophisticated as he was, he logged out. Kurt signed himself in and went straight to Rachel Berry's profile. No doubt she would have hammered the poor boy into accepting her friend request already. Sure enough, the latest input was a new friend under the name Blaine Anderson. Luckily for Kurt, the boy had not made his profile private. His picture made Kurt physically swoon, as those amber eyes crinkled into a smile. Once again, he began scolding himself. Kurt raised a pierced eyebrow when he saw he used to attend Dalton Academy and noted that he did dress kind if like a posh twit. Kurt laughed as he scrolled through his photos, this boy was probably more of a virgin than he was. Poor sod.
He did not realise the passing time, nor the ex-cheerio sneaking up on him. It came as a shock when two manicured hands clasped his shoulder. "OHMYGOD!" Kurt screamed, clutching his heart. Quinn fell on the floor in hysterical laughter. "Never do that again. You scared me, Q." He whispered, his voice shaking. Quinn was still giggling as she wiped a tear from her eye. Peering over Kurt's shoulder she asked, "What's this then?" Kurt scrambled to close the tab but it was too late, the damage had been done. "Kurtie's done it again," she sang softly. Kurt shook his head stubbornly. He played with his pink hair before asking, "done what exactly?" Q smiled evilly, laying on the bed she cupped her face in her hands. "He's got a crush. First Finn, then Sam and now Blaine." Kurt went red in the face with anger. That was completely untrue. "I would never fancy that nerd!" He spat before composing himself and adding, "Finn and Sam were a mistake. Besides, I have no time for that silly stuff now." Quinn shrugged her shoulders and sighed, "What, because you're a skank?" Kurt bit hard on his lip. That was exactly why.
"Do you remember why we started the skanks, Kurt?" She asked. Kurt nodded. Because neither of them were happy with the way they were being treated and they wanted to escape high school. "Then go for it. It could be a chance to be happy." Quinn added rather thoughtfully. But Kurt stubbornly shook his head, "No, I can't. I'm sorry. I can't throw my reputation down the drain. Imagine what they'd say..." His voice trailed off a little at the thought. He almost winced as he imagined being slammed into a locker. Quinn just rolled her eyes, "Then fuck him in private. It would be scandalous." She wriggled her eyebrows and Kurt shook his head in disgust. Although he'd led others to believe he had game - in reality Kurt was still a prude. It bugged Quinn to no end sometimes, but Kurt was more intimate than she. "Look, just don't make yourself unhappy okay?" Kurt nodded and closed the laptop. He decided to ignore it. Kurt was above high school drama by now.