A/N: So this will be my first try on a Klaine fanfiction. I will warn you though that English isn't really my first language so pardon me in advance if somewhere in this story my English doesn't make sense. Anyway, this is slightly AU so not everything will follow as the original plot. Well, I'm quite nervous about this, but here it goes! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: All events portrayed in this fanfiction are fictitious and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. I don't own Glee or any of the characters mentioned in this whole fanfiction. Thank Ryan Murphy for creating the awesome TV show and also Chris Colfer and Darren Criss for being such great actors that inspire a lot of us by being Kurt and Blaine. Love them all.

Chapter 1 – Staircase

Kurt took a deep breath as he stepped into the doors of McKinley's. He warily stepped into the hallways and started heading towards his locker, trying his best to not draw any attention to himself. When he had reached his lockers, he quickly turned his locker combination and pulled it open. He got to be fast to avoid meeting with the people he did not want to meet. His arms pulling out all of the books he needed in record speed as he shuts his locker close. He was just about to take a step forward towards his class when a voice he dreaded to hear called after him.

"If it isn't the Lady himself, or should I say, 'herself'?"

Kurt rolled his eyes before turning to face the owner of the voice who was now laughing along with his five other friends.

"I pity you for your bad grammar, Karofsky. Do you need me to tutor you so that you won't sound like a toddler who had just only started to learn how to speak?" Kurt folded his arms and looked boringly at Karofsky, Azimio and the other four footballers he doesn't even bother to know what their name was.

"Shut it Lady Hummel. Don't try to act tough when you know what we are going to do to you next." Karofsky smirked as he lifted his hands to show what he was holding.

Only then did Kurt saw that the other guys were also holding the dreadful thing and Kurt let out sigh. "Slushies? Seriously?"

The guys were just about to pour those on him before Kurt lifted up his hand. "Wait! Stop, stop!"

Karofsky halted the other guys before lifting up his brows questioningly.

"At least don't ruin my books and my new Marc Jacobs new collection."

Karofsky and the others changed confused glances before Kurt stuffed all his books inside his bag, slide out from his precious jacket and place it on a stunned Azimio.

"Now you can slushie me all you want." Kurt folded his arms in preparation. When the guys stood in confusion still, he shifted his legs impatiently and stare at Karofsky. "Come on. Let's get this done and over with so I can get clean up later and still be on time for homeroom."

On Karofsky's cue, all of them splashed the slushies on him and Kurt tried hard not to flinch and shiver from the sudden cold contact on his skin. Laughter reverberated from his tormentors but Kurt still kept his cool.

He carefully opened his eyes to see that all of them were still watching him with sick happiness but as Kurt licked some of the contents from his lips, all of them stopped with wide eyes. "Ooh, grape-flavour, my favourite."

For a moment, all of them stood there not doing anything but their faces were filled with disgust. Already feeling uncomfortable in his wet clothes, Kurt pulled away his hair that was covering his face.

"Now, are you done with the lame old tricks? Can I go now?" Kurt folded his arms again.

Karofsky stares seem to linger on him for a second longer before he elbowed Azimio to return his things. Azimio roughly pushed his things back to Kurt and Karofsky walked pass him with the others, not without all of them giving him a hard shove to the lockers each.

Once they were out of sight, Kurt blew out a breath and look down at himself wearily. "At least Marc Jacobs and the books are safe," he muttered before peeling himself off the locker and headed to the washroom.

"Hey, you are finally here." Mercedes waved him over to the seat they usually shared lunch with.

"I was slushied and shoved again before I was coming here." Kurt grunted as he fixed his hair that was slightly wet with water since he ran out of his organic hairspray.

"Oh, Kurt, are you okay?" his best friend look up to him with worry.

"As fine as I could ever be in this school."

Mercedes had gone silent and when he turned to look at her, he realized that he had just snapped at her.

"I'm sorry. It's Monday and I have what people would usually call the 'Monday Blues'." He explained, "Only mine will end up with me literally getting black and blue from all the slushies and locker shoves I could get by the end of the day."

"Well, at least they didn't throw you inside the dumpsters today." Mercedes shrugged and Kurt turned to give her his well-known bitch face.

"What a way to lighten up the mood, 'Cedes."

She just laughed lightly before continuing. "Anyway, I heard from Rachel that a couple of the Garblers would be coming later."

"Garblers?" Kurt looked at Mercedes in confusion before realisation hit him, "Oh, you do mean the Warblers of the Dalton Academy right?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah, the Warblers, our competition for Sectionals."

"Seriously, I thought you could do better than that, Mercedes." Kurt finally smiled in humour of the irony of his friend's words.

"Shut up. I know what garblers mean."

Kurt laughed. "Right, so why are they coming here? Shouldn't we keep out of each other's way since we are competing and all?"

"I have no idea. I only heard that they will be coming to just talk to Mr Schue and 'greet' their competition."

Kurt paused from fixing his hair and gave a smug face at Mercedes, "Wait, what? Greet their competition? Are they serious?"

Mercedes just shrugged as she took a bite from her carb-filled lunch. Kurt scrunched his nose from it from the sight.

"I bet they are here to spy on us. Who on this earth are still cordial enough without having an ulterior motive behind their actions?"

Mercedes paused from scooping her food into her mouth to give her friend a bored look. "Kurt, not everyone is bad, you know?"

"I'm not saying they are bad. I'm just saying that greeting us would not be the only reason they will be coming here." Kurt stated matter-of-factly.

"Well, I don't know about that but if I was them and if I were to come here to spy on my competition, I would probably just go undercover and definitely will not announce my arrival to the teacher-in-charge."

Kurt hummed before standing up to get his healthier salad lunch. "You got a point but I still find them suspicious to just come here and greet our glee club."

"You are suspicious of everyone, my boy. You should give them the benefit of the doubt and have some faith on the new people you will meet."

Kurt let out a humourless laugh. "Mercedes, I'm a freethinker. I don't have faith."

"Yeah? Sometime, someday, someone would come into your life and you would start to realize what is having faith all about."

"Now tell me again, why are we here to greet our competition?" David whined for the fifth time that day ever since they had left Dalton an hour ago.

"It is a polite thing to do and besides, we could get to know more about our competition." Blaine stated as though it was the most normal thing to do in the world.

Thad shook his head, "Don't bother overthinking, David. You just need to know two things; that this whole thing is Blaine's idea and the one who approve this is our dear Council Head, Wes, who is by the way, had always been too fond of Blaine."

"It's not like it is a bad idea. I think Blaine is right. It is a polite thing to do after all." Wes walked over to them as he gestured all of them to follow them towards the school.

"I told you so," Thad mouthed the words to David but Blaine saw it as well and rolled his eyes jokingly. He stepped forward and opened the doors to McKinley. When he stepped in, Blaine looked around in awe.

It was nothing like the usual scene he could see in Dalton. The first thing would be the lack of uniforms and as the four of them walked in, he couldn't help but feel out of place as almost all of the students turned to look at them curiously. Blaine nervously tugged his tie and continued walking beside Wes.

"Where to?" Blaine whispered.

"Well, this Mr Schuester said that he would be in the second floor. Let's go through this stairs." Wes answered.

The other three of them nodded and silently move towards the stairs, trying to ignore the creepy stares some of them were giving them.

Kurt entered the halls of McKinley warily again. He had been slushied and shoved to the lockers every time he had to walk through the hallways to change classes and he knows that if he isn't careful even though the school is out, Karofsky and the gang would still find him. How could they possibly find him every time he is in the hallways, anyway?

Kurt shook his head tiredly as he made his way down the stairs. It was already two hours past the last bell so there wasn't really much student left lingering around the hallways and he hoped that his bullies were already gone from school as well.

He glanced around the quiet hallways, trying to catch any signs of any letterman jackets but thankfully found none. He let out his breath and quickly got down the last of the stairs feeling glad that his bullies had maybe already gone home.

But then he was suddenly pulled behind without any warning.

Having no chance to react, he was pulled around and his breath was knocked out of him when he was pushed back against the locker so roughly. A pain immediately shot up through his back and he bit his lips in an effort to not cry out in pain. Now that, for sure would be added to his collections of his barely healed bruise on his back. He snapped his head up and glares up at the boy.

"Karofsky," He gritted out the name of his attacker.

"Oops, I didn't mean to be rough to you. I didn't knock out the gay out of you, haven't I?" He gave the smirk that Kurt really had the urge to punch but Kurt just shove him off.

"What is your problem?" Kurt shifted his back to ease the pain in his back but never once did he break the eye contact.

"You annoy me." Karofsky duck his head with his mouth so close to Kurt's ear before suddenly punching the locker behind him. Kurt flinched involuntary but kept his eyes to the front. No way in his life would he let his fear show even though his heart was beating frantically inside. "I want you, and your gay ass to get out of my way, out of my sight."

The last words were almost a shout but Kurt just stood tall at his place before meeting his eyes as though his words didn't just faze him. "In case you haven't notice, the feeling is mutual. I don't want to see your grubby face as much as you don't want to see mine. Now, get out of my face, Karofsky."

Karofsky was just about to open his mouth when he was suddenly pulled back.

"What are you doing to him?"

Kurt's eyes widen in surprise to see someone had actually pulled Karofsky off him. His eyes met with a pair of hazel eyes that was filled with worry and a hint of anger.

"I would be grateful if you would just step away from him and walk away." The guy with hazel eyes continued.

Karofsky seemed to be caught off-guard at this stranger's bravery as he brushed the hazel-eyed guy's hand away from his shoulder and glared at him. It looks like they were having a glaring match before Karofsky pulled his eyes off and turned to Kurt.

"I'm not done with you, Lady. Next time you see me, you better hope I don't see you or you might just get yourself a reintroduction with Mr Garbage."

"Mature." Kurt muttered, earning another painful shove from him making him involuntarily let out a whimper.

"Hey! Back off!" The hazel-eyed guy pushed Karofsky off. Only when Karofsky walked away, the guy turned back to him and carefully placed a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, are you okay?"

"You are foolishly brave to have faced that big ham hock alone. He could have single-handedly knocked you out and though it was admirable and endearing of you to try to have intercepted him from me, you might have ended yourself up in the hospital."

Kurt peeled himself off from the locker painfully slow as his eyes met up with the kind hazel eyes of the guy again.

"I'm not really alone. I have my friends with me and I'm sure they would back me up if that guy had laid a hand on me." The guy smiled kindly before three other guys stepped up beside him.

"Oh," was the only thing Kurt could say. He didn't even realize there was anyone else besides him. He was so surprised that someone that was not his friend had helped him to stop Karofsky from further bullying him that he didn't look at his surroundings. He was still eying the hazel-eyed guy and his friends when his eyes travelled down to what they were wearing.

The guy followed his line of sight and smiled meekly, "Yeah. We are not really from here. We are from—"

"Dalton. You guys are from the Dalton Academy and you must be from the Warblers." Kurt beat him to it as his eyes scanned through their clothes. Hmm, not really into blazers but I approve. He thought to himself.

"I… We… Yeah, we are actually from the Dalton Academy Warblers. Y-You know us?" The guy gave him a shy smile that had actually caused Kurt's heart to flutter. Stop it, Kurt, he might have saved you like your knight in shining armour earlier but he could most probably straight.

"I don't actually really know you guys but I'm from the New Directions, your competition? Oh, I'm Kurt, by the way, Kurt Hummel." Kurt handed out his hand and immediately, the hazel-eyed guy took them.

"Blaine Anderson."

"Blaine." Kurt muttered experimentally while Blaine still kept his hold. He didn't know how long they had stayed like that before someone cleared his voice and Blaine quickly removed his hands from him. Kurt frowned for a moment at the loss of touch.

"So, umm, these are the Warbler Council, Wesley Montgomery, David Thompson and Thad Harwood."

The three of them stepped up and one by one shook Kurt's hand while introducing themselves.

"We saw what that guy did to you. Are you okay?" Wes asked in concern.

"Well, yeah, I'm okay. Still living, aren't I?" Kurt tried to laugh it off but when none of them were laughing with him so he added in. "Well, as compared to what I had faced before, this is nothing."

"You mean it could be worse?" David eyes widens along with the others.

"No! I mean, yes, but it's nothing really. Nothing I can't manage." Kurt shrugs, feeling a little awkward that four guys that were practically strangers to him are looking at him in concern.

"That's not just nothing." Blaine muttered.

Kurt turned to Blaine. His eyes were looking at him so intensely with worry and sadness that Kurt had to shift uncomfortably under his gaze. For unknown reasons, Kurt's heart began to thump in a fast rhythm so he tore his eyes away and let out a cough.

"Umm, yeah, I think I should be going now. My father had expected me home an hour ago and if I don't leave now, he would get worried. Wouldn't want to worry him and start having him making calls to the school." He stopped awkwardly as he fiddled with his fingers.

He looked at Blaine and the others before settling back on Blaine's hazel eyes that was still filled with worry. Why is he looking at me like that? It is as though he genuinely cares. He shook his head and turned to look at the others again.

"Anyway, thanks for just now. For saving me, I mean. Though I still think it was foolish since Karofsky was bigger than you and all. But I think you were brave and I appreciate what you did for me. No one had ever done that before after all, so yeah, thank you."

Kurt stop himself again, taking a discreet deep breath before smiling at them.

"It was nice meeting you guys, anyway. I guess I will see you guys at Sectionals then. Got to go now, bye!"

Kurt quickly fixes his bag on his shoulders and made a move towards the exit, already feeling the blood rushing to his face. He made it barely past them when Blaine called after him.

"Hey Kurt, are you free tomorrow in the afternoon? Maybe we could have coffee together?"

"C-Coffee? Tomorrow?" Kurt repeated.

"Well, it is fine if you—"

"Okay." Kurt interjected.

"Okay?"

"Yeah, I'm free tomorrow."

An amazing smile spread on Blaine's face for the first time and Kurt has to breathe in to steady his heartbeat.

"Then would four at Lima Bean, be okay?"

"Yeah, okay, sure." Kurt nodded stiffly.

"Great! I will see you tomorrow then."

Kurt nodded again as he swiftly made a turn and left the school grounds as quickly as he could with his heart beating erratically and his mind buzzing in what could possibly be excitement.

A/N: Chapter 2 will probably come out sometimes this week. Anyway, if anyone of you out there is interested to help me edit and proofread this story for me, please do PM me. Your help will be greatly appreciated. Besides that, please review since reviews will always inspire me to write more. Thank you!