Hello everyone! So school's kinda been a pain in the ass lately, therefore I haven't exactly been updating as I should. If anyone's reading You're A Sight For Sore Eyes To See, I don't think I'll be continuing it unless there's a high demand for it or I get some more free time. As usual, my tumblr is wendlabergmangabor (yes, that is a Spring Awakening reference) and you should totally follow me. Really. It's really fun.

Oh yeah and I don't own Glee or Kurt Hummel and Blaine Anderson, no matter what my mother tells me.

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There was a loud bang.

I look up from my English notes, eyebrows furrowing as I see none other than Blaine Anderson walk into my classroom, looking confused and tired and grunting as he thrusts his crumpled schedule in the teacher's face.

I've heard of him, but then again, everyone has. He's the most talked about subject that McKinley has had in a long time. Walking down the hall this morning, trying to dodge the oncoming jocks, I heard so many rumors from the mouths passing by. 'Have you heard of him?' they'd said, 'He transferred here because he almost killed a teacher,' or 'He got sent to juvie for beating up his parents,' and even, 'He used to live in a circus until he went mad and slaughtered his whole crew.'

I'm a pretty smart guy, so I just dismissed the rumors completely, deciding that I should just stay away from Blaine Anderson no matter what his reasons were for transferring mid-semester. Besides, what would a guy like that do with me besides add on to the list of tortures I endure everyday?

So yes, I was surprised when I locked eyes with the bad-boy. As cliché as he was in his leather jacket and combat boots, I could feel a softness in his eyes as they bore into mine. Feeling my blush grow stronger, I try to look away, but then the curly haired boy smiles. A friendly smile, one I hadn't expected to see from him.

"Alright, Mr. Anderson, take a seat where ever you'd like. And next time, try to show up to class on time," the teacher tells him, looking him over and getting this disgusted look in her eye briefly before turning around and continuing to scribble on the board in her nearly-illegible writing.

I feel his gaze on me again, but instead of returning it, I simply look down. Why's he looking at me? Can he sense that I'm just the target at this school? What's he going to do? Why did he smile?

When he plops down in the empty chair next to mine, I flinch more violently than I probably should've.

"Didn't mean to scare you," he leans over to whisper, a somewhat cocky grin plastered on his face.

Up close, he was really damn attractive.

"'m sorry..." I whisper, inwardly slapping myself for how broken and quiet that sounded.

"Don't be sorry. It was kinda endearing."

What? What's he trying to pull?

"So, is this class usually boring as hell itself?" He asks.

Before I can stop myself, I let out a small laugh and reply with, "Last time I checked, hell isn't supposed to be boring. Quite the opposite actually."

"Oh, I didn't realize I was consulting with the expert of hell and heaven himself," Blaine replies playfully, which only causes me to roll my eyes and blush, looking down to try and hide my smile.

"I'm Blaine Anderson," he whispers, knocking his shoulder against mine. I feel electricity shoot through my arm.

"Kurt Hummel," I reply,biting my lip and looking up with a slight smile. Obviously I look over his face, gauging whether or not he's disgusted because he knows. Of course he knows. Everyone does. I don't exactly try to hide it and I'm as out as a sore thumb.

"Beautiful name," is all he says in response. I don't ignore the way he leans in closer or the glistening in his eyes as he smiles at me. His gorgeous honey colored eyes, might I add, that I bet would look absolutely beautiful to see first thing in the morning-

Stop it, Kurt. Not him.

I just ignore the comment. I can't play into this game. I know exactly what this is and I'm not some fool. So I just simply reply with a shrug as I say, "The class is fine. Easy, really. Mrs. Hattenburg drones on for a while, so everyone just kinda talks and texts," while trying to contain my stupid blush.

"Oh good. So that means that I should probably show up to class early so I can make sure to reserve my spot with you, right?"

Man, he's really determined.

"I guess..I mean...I don't...there aren't too many people who want to talk to me."

"Why not?"

Jesus. I really don't feel like getting into this right now.

"Just because of who I am." There. I'll leave it at that.

"Why?"

"I don't know...just because I don't exactly fit to their lifestyles,"

"Why?"

"Do you say anything other than that?" I snap, looking over and huffing out a breath as Blaine laughs.

"Ouch. The King bites," he smiles. Why is he smiling? "What exactly is your lifestyle, then? Since, you know, you don't confide to theirs."

I once again shrug, looking down and picking at a piece of paper in my binder, not exactly meeting his eyes. "I'm gay. Flamboyantly so, and that's it."

I didn't expect him to laugh. I didn't expect his laugh to be so gorgeous, either.

"Man, I know what you mean. Vagina is so gross," he wrinkles his nose, and yeah, I laugh at that.

"So..you're gay too, then?" I ask, just to be sure.

"Obviously. I've been watching you since I first walked into this room, Hummel,"

"Why?"

"Now who's the one asking that question?" Blaine asks playfully, knocking our shoulders together once more. He scoots in closer to me again, except this time I feel my heart speed up a little more than it should and I don't try to deny it. He's just...different than what I expected. He's nice and funny and charismatic. Definitely not some guy who'd beat his parents or join a circus.

There's a hand on my wrist. I look down, traveling my eyes up the arm and finding that Blaine wrapped his calloused fingers around my wrist in the most gentle way I can think he can manage. This causes me to smile, and not one of those flirty ones that I do sometimes. This is a full fledged grin, teeth and everything, which makes me self conscious and a little embarrassed.

"You know, if you're aiming to hold my hand, I think you're grabbing in the wrong spot," I whisper, keeping my eyes trained on his hand and watching as his thumb begins to trace along the skin below my wrist.

"I know," he states simply, a side of his mouth cocked up in a side smile. "Your skin's super soft."

I laugh, causing a few unwanted glares from the students to my right. Blushing, I look back down at Blaine's hand on my wrist, closing my eyes and sighing as I feel his thumb soothingly rub along my skin still.

"Thank you. I try."

"You're effortlessly beautiful, so I don't see why you have to."

Woah, what?

Before I can reply, the bell rings. Of course it does. I want to say something...anything, but before I know it, the teacher is pulling him to the front of the class to explain to him the curriculum for this semester.

Feeling a little light headed and giddy, I gather up my books and slowly make my way out of the classroom, trying to avoid being knocked over by the parade of students.

"Bye, Kurt," I hear someone say. I turn around and see Blaine standing there, smiling widely and...winking?...while he pays absolutely no attention to the teacher.

A blind man could probably tell that I was his main focus as I walked out of the classroom.

This makes me smile even wider as I caught up to Mercedes.

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I have yet to tell Mercedes about the Anderson boy.

It doesn't escape my mind, no not at all. Actually, it was probably the highlight of my day. Week. Year, even. I can just tell that she'll go ballistic, probably even adding her two cents about how 'Kurt Hummel, you should not be crushing on some boy who apparently crushed his own parents. His parents, Kurt.'

So, yeah, it's probably expected to see how wide her eyes get when Blaine suddenly comes up behind me as I find my books in my locker, leaning against the one beside mine and smiling broadly enough.

"I've been looking for you all day," he says with his usual cocky grin, turning to eye up Mercedes for some reason. "Who's this?"

I cough slightly. He's been looking for me all day? Why does this make me smile so widely?

"Oh, this is Mercedes. Mercedes, uh, this is Blaine, uh, Anderson," I say, side eying her and seeing the look of shock on her face.

"Yes, I am Blaine uh Anderson," he laughs, rolling his eyes and patting her on the shoulder. A pat on the shoulder? Is he my dad?

"Oh shut up," I roll my eyes, laughing quietly, "I wasn't expecting you to follow me around like some sort of lost puppy."

I can tell Mercedes is feeling awkward. That makes me feel bad, but I pray to whatever deity there is that she at least gives Blaine a chance.

"Yeah, hi," she waves. The wave isn't too friendly, and neither is her tone of voice. "So, Kurt, how did...uh...how did you two meet?" She asks. She's giving me that look that's a cross between annoyed and confused and maybe even a little apprehensive.

"Well, you see, in first period, Kurt totally was checking me out, but to be honest, I was definitely checking him out too, and anyways, he made me sit by him then he wouldn't shut up the whole hour."

I roll my eyes and laugh. "I think you have that backwards, Blaine."

Mercedes just looks confused. I look at her and give her a sad smile accompanied with a shrug.

"So, hey, I've got to get to class I guess, but I'll see you later, right?"

He's talking to me. I look back over and I see his huge smile. It's infectious, apparently, because I smile back just as wide and with as much enthusiasm I reply with a, "Definitely."

Suddenly, he's grabbing my wrist like he did earlier and pulling me into a hug. Wow. Maybe I shouldn't be such an idiot and actually try hug him back, but that proves hard when I feel like I'm jelly under his touch. Wow, am I really this pathetic? Whatever, I'm trying to contain my squeal, but I think I just end up looking like a smiling baboon, but obviously Blaine doesn't mind. Then, as soon as he came, he left, disappearing into the herd of students rushing along the hallways.

"Kurt Hummel you better explain your self right this minute because I'm hella confused."

Oh right. Mercedes is still here and she's confused and angry.

"That's Blaine," I smile.

"No freaking duh."

"He's nice."

"He's a delinquent, Kurt."

I roll my eyes. Of course she'd be fighting me on this. "He's sweet. He's nice. He's funny, and I like him."

"You must like him pretty damn much from that dorky smile on your face, boy."

"He told me I was beautiful." It sounds like I'm gushing, and I probably am. I've wanted to tell someone all day that a boy thought I was beautiful. Blaine Anderson thought I was beautiful.

"Honey, have you heard about why he transferred here? He almost killed his teacher! Threw her over the ledge because she gave him a detention."

"Mercedes, do you know if that's true or not?"

By the way she stays silent, I can tell that she obviously didn't look into this rumor. I just can't imagine Blaine being so violent now that I met him.

"I don't want you to get hurt, Kurt. He just...he doesn't seem trustworthy."

"If we based everything off of appearances then a lot of things would be different, wouldn't they? Maybe you should keep that in mind."

I slammed my locker and walked off a little more irritated than I should be to fourth period, leaving Mercedes behind with the dust from my feet.