There was a new guy at school. Kurt had to admit it was something that never happened. Something that probably only happened every 30 years or more. Okay, every year there were new juniors, but not a new guy in his year. But for Rachel to go on and on about how he might look, and; "Oh, what if he can sing?"
That was really a bit too much. But honestly, Rachel is a bit too much.
They, Rachel and he, were walking down the McKinley hall, arms looped through each other's. Rachel was, again, blabbering about the new guy.
"Rachel, I get that this may be very exciting for you, probably one of the most exciting things that are happening for you this week, but you've crossed a line. Please shut up about him." Kurt said, looking at Rachel with one eyebrow raised.
"Hey!" Rachel said looking very offended.
"Sorry sweetie, I only tell the truth. You know I still love you."
"I'm sorry Kurt, if this rubs you the wrong way, but I for one think it's one of those things that should be documented by the History Channel. What if he's gay?" she said, smiling widely.
"Really, Rachel? The only out and proud gay guy ever in Lima is me. I'm not going to get my hopes up. And honestly, I hope not. I don't think I want that guy to go through the reign of terror of David Karofsky."
Rachel looks at him sympathetically.
Truth is, it is something he's thought about. But, like he said, he doesn't want to get his hopes up only for it to be crushed if 'the new guy' is another stupid jock.
They got into English class and Kurt slid into an empty desk next to Rachel.
Mrs. Williams stood at the front of the class, shushing the other students.
"Quiet, please! You too, Samuel! And Noah, please do stop throwing spitballs at Jacob!" she shouted. "As some of you may now, we have a new student here at McKinley high. I know, very exciting, right?"
There were a few groans from the football team.
"Anyway, his name is Blaine Anderson, and I expect you to welcome him with open arms and treat him like one of your own."
Kurt didn't really get what she meant by that last part, seeing as 'treating him like one of your own' basically meant 'throw him in the dumpster every day and shove him into lockers'. But, as soon as Blaine walked into the room, Kurt knew that this wasn't going to happen to Blaine.
Blaine walked in wearing a black V-neck, black pants and black shoes, and, what do you know? A black leather jacket. Stereotype much. But it wasn't really his clothes that caught Kurt's attention.
His eyes. Holy shit, his eyes.
They were like molten golden syrup. The most ridiculous description of eyes ever. But it was true. He had curls on top of his head but carefully styled. And his face. Dear god. He was oh so handsome and, Kurt thought almost embarrassingly, sexy as fuck.
He stood in front of the class and held everyone's eyes just for a few seconds. But then he caught Kurt's eyes. Kurt blushed and wanted the ground to open and swallow him up, when Blaine give him a quick once-over and smirked like he just won a price.
Mrs. Hopkins was standing next to him, face scrunched up because of the scent of smoke.
"Well, Blaine, looks like the only seat available is behind Kurt." She said, pointing at Kurt.
He sat down without a word in the seat and Kurt was pretty contempt with the silence.
Then two fingers were tracing an invisible line on Kurt's back.
He didn't dare move, partly because it felt kind of nice and partly because he was afraid Blaine would do something nasty.
He suddenly felt a hot breath on the back of his neck. "So, Kurt, huh. That's a great name."
God, he smelt like a mix of smoke and cologne. "What do you want from me?" Kurt hissed.
"I could tell you right now, or I can tell you at my place tonight. Or wherever tickles your fancy, if you're into voyeurism." He whispered, nuzzling the back of his neck with his nose.
It was an intimate gesture, but what Blaine was suggesting was a hell of a lot more intimate.
Kurt blushed furiously. "Listen, Blaine, just because I'm the only-" Kurt's sentence was cut short though, because Mrs. Hopkins suddenly turned her attention from teaching to embarrassing Kurt.
"Something you'd like to share with us, Kurt and Blaine?" she said, cocking her head.
"Not particularly, no." Blaine said, who in the meantime had returned to his comfortable position, his feet up against Kurt's chair.
"Keep it quiet, please." She said, returning to teaching.
Class had ended, and they were walking to their lockers.
Rachel was rambling about Blaine, of course. Blaine's interaction with Kurt.
"Oh my god Kurt, I told you he was gay. My gaydar is perfection. I like to think it's because of my dads," she said.
"You hadn't even met the guy." Kurt said skeptically.
"I had this feeling, you know. Anyhow, enough about my perfect gaydar. He likes you, Kurt!" she squealed.
"Yeah, he'd like to have sex with me. Honestly, Rachel." He said, rolling his eyes.
"Whatever. I've got to go, Finn's waiting for me. Are you sure you'll be alright?" she asked, expression turning serious.
"Yes, Rachel. You go lure Finn into your web with your charm."
"Okay. Bye!" And with a kiss to Kurt's cheek, she was gone.
Kurt rolled his eyes again and turned to open his locker. But before he could, and invisible force pushed him into it.
Kurt fell to the ground, a hand to his head staring up into the face of the invisible force called Dave Karofsky.
"Fag."
Then someone pushed Dave.
"You do or say something like that again and I'll tie up your balls so tight they'll ache for a week. But maybe you'd even like that." Blaine said, raising one eyebrow and grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Dave looked bewildered. "Whatever fags. I'll leave you two alone to have butt sex or whatever." And with that, he walked away.
Then a hand came into Kurt's vision.
"Are you okay?" Blaine asked with a worried look.
Kurt didn't take the hand and pushed himself off the ground.
"Nothing I'm not used to, or couldn't handle myself." He said, turning to his locker once more.
"A simple thank you would suffice." Blaine said, grinning with his back leaning against the locker next to Kurt's.
"Ohh, that's an awfully big word for such a small guy." Kurt shot back, taking out his books for the next classes.
"Feisty." He growled and slid a hand over Kurt's arm. "I like it. Want to take me up on my offer?"
"No thank you, I don't really feel like being anyone's sex slave." Kurt snapped, slapping Blaine's hand away.
Blaine frowned. "Are you a virgin?"
Kurt spluttered. "Um, that's none of your business considering we've just met and I don't even know your last name."
"Anderson. And, are you?"
"Like I said, none of business." Kurt snapped, closing his locker with a loud bang.
He scurried down the hall, eager to get away from Blaine. But he just followed.
"I do expect a thank you, babe." Blaine growled, grabbing Kurt's wrist.
"Let me go!" Kurt shouted, foot stomping down on Blaine's. Instead of landing on his foot though, it landed on something harder than a shoe.
"Fuck!" Blaine cursed.
"Is that.." Kurt said, trailing off. "Is that an ankle bracelet? What the fuck did you do?"
Blaine leaned in close. "First of all, don't you ever do that again little virgin," Kurt started to argue back, because well, Kurt's taller than him, and he should keep his paws to himself. But Blaine interrupted. "Second of all, that's a very personal question, considering I don't even know your last name."
Kurt eyes narrowed. "Hummel." he said, giving in.
A new story! I'm so sorry for not updating Sisterly love, but I'm kind of stuck.
I hope you like it! Reviews are always nice :)
