"Yes!"
Kurt grinned widely at Mercedes, "We finally have classes together! Plus we have home room!" he said, motioning at the class. Mercedes smiled as she watched her friend gesture wildly about all the different ways they could pass notes.
"OW!" Kurt turned to see a boy behind him clutching his nose that was gushing blood.
"Omigod did I hit you? I get overexcited sometimes…" Kurt stared worriedly at the boy, who he decided to call "Hair gel" given how much of it was in the boy's hair.
"My nose hurts," said Hair Gel but it sounded more like "By nobe hurz". Kurt helped Hair Gel up.
"Let's go to the nurses office," said Kurt. "What's your name again? Your new here, right?"
"Blaine."
"Well, welcome to McKinley, Blaine."
Blaine was too busy trying not to think about the fact that Kurt was holding his hand as he guided him through the hallways to answer.
"Well, here we are," said Kurt and somewhat reluctantly let go of Blaine's hand. "I'll, uh, see you around I guess."
"Yah um, you too," Blaine suddenly felt extremely embarrassed and didn't know why. Kurt quickly turned away to hide his blush and headed back to the classroom.
"Soooooooo…." drawled Mercedes, ambushing kurt as soon as he entered the classroom. "Who's the new boy?"
"You don't believe in beating around the bush, do you?" said Kurt.
"I believe in plowing right through it, actually. So, tell me, who is he?" Mercedes grinned evilly.
Kurt sighed. "His name's Blaine."
"Is he gay?"
"Undetermined."
"Is he cute?"
"Despite the excess amount of hair gel, yes."
Mercedes fell back against her chair. She couldn't help feeling happy for her friend though she mentally noted to investigate this "Blaine" person later.
"Hey Kurt?" she said, sitting back up. "You don't like him, do you?" Kurt could feel the blush spreading on his face. "Thought so," she said, nodding approval.
"But I haven't even had a full conversation with him!" Kurt blurted.
Mercedes shrugged. "Love is undeniable."
"Speaking of love… how is Sam doing lately?" Kurt ducked the pen Mercedes threw at him and laughed.
"Mr. Hummel and Ms. Jones could you at least TRY and ACT like your paying attention?" Mr. Rowe was down right steaming.
"Yes Mr. Rowe," Mercedes and Kurt chorused but passed notes and whispered for the rest of the class period.