Title: Hey, New Kid [1/?]
Author: MakeMeCrazier
Pairing: Blaine/Kurt
Rating: PG-13; T for now.
Chapter Word Count: 1,182
Summary: Kurt never went to Dalton, and instead, Blaine Anderson is the new kid in senior year at McKinley High. He reeks fake confidence, and bravery, and of course falls for a certain boy with bowties in the school's Glee Club. AU.
Author's Note: Based on like 10 songs, and 10 fanfictions. Don't question it. I haven't written in forever too. Blaine may be OOC, well, obviously, since it's kinda AU and all. [Also my first AU.] I haven't written in so long; and when I started this it ended up being about 24 pages in my notebook. I'm thinking of creating a spreadsheet and organizing the plot later on today, and this chapter is just a teaser of sorts.
Hey, New Kid
Blaine Anderson had no intentions of making a grand entrance of any sort, but supposed that it was probably one of those things that he had no interference in whatsoever. Stepping into the doors of McKinley had given him some stares of excitement, confusion, and some boredom of a new kid again, almost at the very tip of his third step. His backpack was a simple black containing empty papers and a lot unused black ballpoint pens. A somehow elegant shade of grass green was what consumed his V-neck tee, as well as black abstract patterns. He figured since he left Dalton he could care less about his appearance seeing as this was a public school.
He begins to feel even more eyes follow him as he makes his way to the Principal's office, and frowns to himself. Was the V-neck too much or something?
Catching the name of the principal, he looked up to titled Principal Figgins.
"Hey, sir, um, I'm new here? My mom called, Mrs. Anderson? She said you'd have my schedule?"
"Oh, yes," He says in a thick, Indian accent, and opens up a squeaky wooden drawer, before handing Blaine a packet with information, a map with the schedule, and pointless other advertisements.
"We have a great athletics program, and many other clubs I'm sure you'll enjoy thoroughly. Now," Principal Figgins tries to hide the fact that he looks at his notebook to remember the student's name. Blaine smirks at the sight. "Ahem, Blaine Anderson, welcome to McKinley High School. Any questions?"
"Oh, speaking of clubs, do you have a choir or some sort?"
Principal Figgins tenses aware at how any member of the glee club is teased infinitely. He sighs exasperatedly and begins to explain. "We actually got rid of choir as a class about three years ago, but we have a Glee Club that has actually been running for about two years nicely..."
The hesitant tone made Blaine raise an eyebrow for a second, and he stood on the heels of his Converse, waiting for the "but", but seeing as it never came, he mumbled his thanks and spun around to leave.
It was a relief to find out over the next few days that most of the classes had been relatively easier compared to Dalton's, and so far History and Spanish were the most enjoyable. Blaine Anderson thought everything was going pretty well when he could handle the perfect colloquy with some soccer players and Student Council members who had constantly bombarded him of questions of what it was like to live outside of Lima for so long. Blaine usually smirks at these type of questions, but answers politely nonetheless, reassuring each time that Lima wasn't as terrible and they painted it to be.
This is when a couple of cheerleaders decide to join in on the conversation, and a Latino glares down two girls from Student Council who noticeably stiffened up. A blonde girl with bangs sliddes her hand from the Latino's elbow to her pinkie, that they interlock together. The brunette softened for a second and Blaine didn't know what to make of the whole ordeal, so he simply shrugged it off.
Another blonde with longer hair than the both of the girls, and heavier smokier makeup, steps forward in front of the Latino and the blonde with bangs. This new girl has harsh blue eyes and focuses them on him, underneath the black eyeliner.
"So, you're new, ahem, and extremely hot... Wanna take me to dinner?" She laughs at the end, and Blaine admits to himself that maybe the wit, snark, and bravery would have had a lot of charm and work on other guys.
Blaine laughs half-heartily, "No thanks, but thank you. I'm flattered, you're just not really my type—"
"What exactly is your type then?" She snaps, and shoots a glare at the brunette cheerleader behind her who was smirking and snickering. Blaine begins to lose any respect he had for her once she used too much attitude. It's not exactly like he let her down rudely.
"Uh, men? Guys?" Blaine retorts, because wasn't it kind of obvious? Based on the shocked looks that come from not only the blonde, but the soccer players and other too, Blaine begins to regret not making it more conspicuous. He gravely realizes it was worse this way, because he had just began to find some people he could talk to and consider friends before having it blown up in his face.
"Don't tell me — I've stepped into an extremely homophobic school?" He snorts to himself, and really wants to go home and thank his father for sending him to a public school because it was "more convenient". When he gets no replies, he scoffs to himself. "Right then. Well, I'm off to go ahead and be a loner now." Rolling his eyes, he stalks off to head to his locker, wondering if every school he goes to will always have rumors spread, or maybe facts, about him in this manner.
"San, we don't want him to be alone!" The blonde cheerleader with the bangs says softly to the Latino. "Let's go say hi!"
'San' reluctantly strides over to his locker, and Blaine turns around blinking blankly and expectantly.
"I'm Santana," She finally says, looking him up and down, like his inner secrets were apparent on a purple plaid tee and dark blue jeans.
"Thanks," Blaine's mouth twitches a bit into a held-back smile.
Santana's fierce gaze softens and she nods. "Do you need anything? I mean, you're not being bullied yet, but you're still new, and all."
Blaine laughs, and it booms for a second, catching the eye of some students. "Give it by the end of the day, and the whole school will know."
"It's okay that you're a dolphin, Blaine." This statement comes from the blonde
"Dolphin — who? Huh?" Blaine looks to Santana who smiles at the girl and grabs her hand.
"This is Brittany, my girlfriend." Brittany beams at the introduction.
Blaine half understands, but still manages to mutter, "That did not help my confusion whatsoever."
"Dolphins are gay sharks, silly!" Brittany laughs, like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and anyone who isn't aware of this piece of information is insane.
"I'm gay, Kurt's gay, Brittany's —" Santana stops and sighs, and thinks to herself. "Well, she's with me. And then there's closeted kids, who I won't out," She explains in a rush, continuously looking at the clock nervously. "Me and Britt gotta go. Chill out, Blaine." She sends a sympathetic glance his way before dragging Brittany with her.
Blaine smiles to himself. Maybe this would be different; he wasn't alone this time. He knows that at least Santana who would probably understand what it's like. He's not quite cognizant of who this Kurt guy was though —
The bell rings but Blaine doesn't hurry. The "new kid" always means you don't know where everything is quite yet, giving him the perfect excuse to be late to AP Spanish 5.