"Stop it!" Kurt screamed as his barbie was thrown back and forth over his head by two boys who just enjoyed torturing him, Azimio and David Karofsky.
"I said stop it!" Kurt hollered louder.
"Did you hear that?" asked Azimio.
"Yeah...the little fruit wants his toy back." They both laughed devilishly and Azimio gave a wicked grin as he grasped the doll his hand.
"I did, the little fairy wants his toy back," Karofsky responded, and pushed the smaller boy into the sand, getting Kurt's new jacket filthy with sticky sand. "He can." He hovered it over Kurt, who tried to grasp it in his hands until tiny doll parts rained down on him as they were severed from the plastic body of the doll. Kurt cried and Karofsky smiled and kneeled next to him, "I said you can have it...but I never said you could have it in once piece." He gave a smirk and smacked Kurt across the face, making the other boy cry harder, and evil chuckles to pour out loudly from the boys who towered over him.
They two boys continued their laugh fest until-
"HEY! Leave him alone." Kurt opened his sopping red eyes to see a curly haired boy standing only inches away from his head.
"What do you want...Queerison?" Azimio mocked.
"Ok, for one, that's not a clever name, and two, stop picking on this kid. Just because he likes Barbies, you think he's gay?"
Both boys rolled their eyes. "What's it to you?" Karofsky pushed the other boy to the ground, at least, until he leaped back in the air, leaving the two other boys astonished. "I'd leave him along by you, or I'll tell Miss Molly."
Azimio and Karofsky scoffed. "Miss Molly won't do jack!" Karofsky offered.
"Or, I could l tell ." The boys gave a frightened stare and ran off. The boy gave a smirk and smiled down at Kurt.
"Hey," Blaine offered his hand. "Get up." Kurt reluctantly took his hand and The boy helped him up, the doll parts falling to the ground.
"And here," The curly haired boy set down his lunch pale and book bag and took off his cardigan and handed it over to Kurt. "They dirtied up your jacket, you can wear this till it's washed." Kurt gave an appreciative smile and took off his dirty jacket and replaced it with the thin-striped cardigan sweater. Blaine sat down on the edge of a sandbox and reassembled Kurt's Malibu Barbie.
"And...Good as new." Blaine straightened up the dolls flip-flops and bathing suit and handed it back to Kurt.
"Thanks...?"
"Blaine." The boy finished. "Blaine Anderson." The two boys shook hands and smiled.
"Thanks for helping me, Blaine Anderson."
"My pleasure, Kurt Hummel." The pale boy gasped and sputtered.
"Uh...How did you know my-"
Blaine released a chuckle and gave a smile. "I've talked to that Mercedes girl before, she's sweet. She's told me a lot about you." A blush settled over his cheeks. "All good things of course."
"Good." They heard the bell ring and Blaine picked his up lunch pale and book bag up again, letting a strap on his back settle on over his arm.
"Hope to see you again Kurt Hummel." Blaine smiled and walked over with his class and to his classroom.
"You too Blaine Anderson."