Blaine sighed and flicked the butt of his last cigarette to the floor. He hadn't even stepped into the building yet and he could already tell that this place was gonna suck. It was gonna be another cheap tacky plastic place filled with cheap tacky plastic people. Still it wasn't exactly like Blaine hadn't had experience with that kind of narrow minded tossers before. And if anyone dared call him a " nasty fag " here he wouldn't be afraid to silence them. Permanently. He pulled his pink wayfarers from his bag, shoving his cigarette carton in their place, and headed into the building. Apparently his first lesson was Spanish with some " Shuester" guy. God the guys name even made him sound like a tosser.

He arrived five minutes late due to "not being used to the layout of the place yet",
"Not a problem, um Blaine wasn't it?" Blaine nodded noncommittally in acknowledgement " well Blaine welcome to McKinley high, you'll be partners with Kurt." Kurt groaned internally. Great. Just what he needed another freaking jock kid threatening to kick his ass constantly. Maybe if he was lucky he could just get the crap kicked out of him. He couldn't handle the thought of trying to get blue slushy out of his sweater again. Blaine slumped down into the seat behind Kurt, and shrugged his leather jacket off onto the back of the chair revealing his muscular olive arms. Kurt couldn't help but notice the small, white scar running from the top of his left collar bone, to halfway down the top of his bicep. He didn't notice that he was staring until he noticed a set of cold, hard brown eyes boring into his own " Got beat up by some narrow minded jocks, nothing for you to worry you're pretty little head over sweetheart". Blaine smirked at him, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smirking smile that Kurt was sure the Cheshire cat would be proud of, revealing a small flash of gold located in the middle of his tongue.
" See something you like princess?" Blaine whispered through Kurt's ear. He was so close. Closer that Kurt would have liked. He could smell the coffee and cigarettes on his breath could smell the smoke on his jacket mixing with his cologne. Kurt cringed as he recognised the scent. Marc Jacobs 'rain'. The same as his own. " You smell homeless Blaine. Homeless." He winced and turned his face away from Blaine. Carefully pushing his fringe away from his face as he did so, only to find his chair being dragged backwards and rotated to face him again a moment later " Oh, now that's not nice princess." He purred " Apologise." At Kurt's silence Blaine moved his face closer to Kurt's. " Apologise, Princess." It took all Kurt's restraint to push Blaine away from him and not simply sit there, melting slowly into Blaine's deep, rich chocolate eyes. " Make me," he spat pulling his chair forwards and back to the desk.
" Oh believe me. I will" Blaine laughed, standing up from his seat and tossing his bag over his shoulder
. " Blaine were do you think you're going? The lesson hasn't finished!" mr shuster yelled after Blaine . Blaine sighed and rolled his eyes before turning back around to face mr shue. " Hablo español con fluidez. he hecho desde que tenía diez años. No necesito esta mierda." He turned his eyes to Kurt " Catch you later, Princess" and with one final wink he was gone. For now. Kurt turned to Tina " That new guy's a complete moron," Kurt sighed stabbing his pencil into the paper in front of him " I mean I can't believe anyone would be like that to Mr Schuster, not to mention he's a freaking creep " Kurt shuddered at the memory of Blaine's words, his promise, and the certainty with which he had said them to Kurt, his cigarette ridden breath whispering against his skin. Whilst the close proximity had been uncomfortably intimidating, Kurt had to admit it wasn't unpleasant, there was something there that he couldn't quite put his finger on that he had, in all honesty, liked. He had to admit he felt a wave of relief rush over him when the bell rang announcing the end of the lesson, and banished the thoughts of blaine from his mind.