'…And the power of the elements could decide the fate of the world.'
Blaine sighed in frustration as he threw the book down. It was already 1:30 in the morning, and he was supposed to start his new school tomorrow. Well, technically today.
He hated the fact that his parents couldn't afford Dalton anymore. Now he had to go to McKinley. Blaine had friends at Dalton and he was upset, but being the good son he was, Blaine took the horrible news with a smile to hide his anger.
Blaine huffed and turned over on his back, staring up at the ceiling with his arms behind his head.
"Maybe it won't be so bad…" Blaine muttered softly. He had been trying hard to convince himself that, but it wasn't working out to well.
He sighed before closing his eyes, and humming a soft tune. Blaine eventually slipped into his dreams.
Blaine walked down the halls of McKinley trying to look as invisible as possible. After years of being in a private school, being in a new public school wasn't on Blaine's achievement list.
The years of bullying had taught him to be as nonexistent as he could.
"Hey, fairy! Go back to Ireland!" Blaine looked just in time to see a small boy getting pushed into some lockers. The two jocks high fived each other, sneering at the boy, as they walked away laughing.
Blaine glared hard at their backs before running to the fallen boy.
"Hey, you okay?" Blaine asked softly, kneeling next to the kid and picking up his fallen backpack.
The boy looked at Blaine, and Blaine was reminded of himself when he saw the boy holding back tears. Blaine flinched sympathetically.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." The kid mumbled his gratitude. He had a thick Irish accent and beautiful green eyes. He was dressed in green and his hair was slightly unruly.
"Are you new?"
"Hm? Oh, yeah. I came from Dalton Academy. My name's Blaine." Blaine introduced himself holding his hand out for the boy to shake. The boy stared at Blaine with wide eyes, before shaking his hand.
"Dalton? That's expensive. Oh, I'm Rory, by the way, mate." Rory greeted grinning and readjusting his backpack on his shoulder. Blaine shrugged.
"Hey, Rory!" Blaine looked up and saw a tall blonde waving at Rory. Rory waved back before turning back to Blaine.
"I have to go. It was nice meeting you, Blaine!" Rory said running towards his friend.
The blonde smiled before clapping Rory on the back. He looked back at Blaine for a few seconds with a frown before going back and talking to Rory with a smile on his face.
Blaine sighed and looked at the crumbled sheet in his hand. English was first, and most likely it would be boring. Blaine put his schedule back into his backpack.
"So, what do you think?" Rory looked at his friend inquisitively. Sam rolled his eyes.
"What do you think of the new kid? Is he one of us?" Sam asked in anticipation. Rory shook his head.
The happenings from that morning still fresh in his mind, and he refused to let one of his best friends see it. Rory sighed, steeling himself.
"It's too soon to tell. I'll have to gather more information." Rory said softly. Sam chuckled.
"You love being our little spy, don't you?" Rory just grinned broadly. Sam knew that that would be the only response he would get. Sam chuckled as he ruffled Rory's hair while Rory protested to the action saying it would ruin his look.
"It's already a mess anyway." Sam teased beaming at the smaller boy. Rory punched him playfully.
"Hey! I resent that! I did find out one thing about him though…" Rory muttered in a serious matter. Sam looked at him and motioned for him to go on with a nod.
"He's gay." Rory mentioned in nonchalance, shrugging. Sam's eyes widened.
"How do you know?" Sam questioned suspiciously. Rory was well known in the Glee club for being a great spy. He was amazing at gathering information, sometimes even just by looking at people. Rory laughed at his friend.
"He wears bowties. Colorful bowties. And he was wearing red jeans. No offense to him, but I think Kurt would have a mental meltdown if he walked through the door dressed like that." Rory chuckled and Sam grinned.
"You hang out with Kurt way to much. You're turning into a fashionista!" Sam joked dramatically. Rory laughed at him. Before Sam could make another joke, the tardy bell rang bringing them back to reality.
"Aw man. Late for class again." Sam dramatically sighed, grinning. Rory frowned; Sam looked way too happy to actually want to go to class. Rory sighed.
"You wanna skip again?" Sam laughed and steered Rory in the other direction, away from their classes.
Blaine tried his hardest to pay attention. The class was boring as hell though, and his teacher kept talking in such a monotone voice. Blaine was really tempted to fall asleep considering how little he had gotten the night before.
Blaine decided on a seat in the far back. He tapped his pencil on his desk in a soft rhythm as the teacher droned on slowly.
"Do you mind?" Blaine looked up from his notebook, and stared into two blue eyes staring – glaring at him! The boy's teeth were clenched like he was hissing.
"Oh, sorry." Blaine apologized meekly. The boy's eyes were beautiful. Blaine's breath caught in his throat. The eyes resembled the ocean.
"Hmph." The guy grunted and glared for a few more seconds before turning to the front.
Okay? Blaine sat back in his seat and slumped. He got the urge to talk to the boy more, but he wasn't quite sure if his presence would be welcome in his and his friend's conversation.
"Alright, class pair up. Review the play and answer the questions on the board." Mr. Richardson instructed tapping the board and indicated to the questions.
Blaine sighed knowing he'd probably work alone.
"Mercedes. Are you working with Tina?" The boy from earlier questioned his friend. Mercedes nodded and gave him an apologetic smile. She walked off to who Blaine thought was Tina. Blaine tapped the boy on the shoulder.
"You can work with me. I don't have a partner anyway." Blaine suggested softly. The boy looked at him before shrugging and moving to sit next to him.
"Okay, so we have to review Othello." The boy mumbled to himself, giving the packet a quick glance over. "Are you familiar with it?" Blaine shrugged.
"We won't get anywhere if you don't talk." The boy growled at him. Blaine flinched at the tone.
"Sorry. Yeah, I read the play a while back. What's your name?" Blaine asked curiously. The boy snorted.
"It's common courtesy to introduce yourself before you ask someone their name." The boy said without looking up from the packet. Blaine sat a little straighter.
Blaine was starting to get ticked off by this guy. He was so commanding.
"Fine, I'm Blaine Anderson. A transfer student from Dalton. Is that enough of an introduction for you?" Blaine explained, glaring slightly at the boy. The boy smirked at him.
"Kurt Hummel." Blaine waited for Kurt to say something else. When he didn't get anything else, his eyes roamed over Kurt's outfit.
Blaine looked at the play packet in his hands. They would be working on Othello for a while since it's a play. Probably for a few weeks. So, Kurt and him would have to be partners for a while. Blaine scowled at that thought.
"That's not a good look for you." Blaine looked up and saw Kurt's eyes boring into his own.
"What?" Blaine asked him, shocked. Kurt smirked at him again and tilted his head to the side a bit.
"Your face and that scowl don't make a good couple. Then again not everyone can have such a gorgeous face like me." Kurt said right before the bell rang. Time for the second class. Blaine almost sighed in relief at that.
Kurt picked up his books and backpack and met up with Mercedes and some other girl. Blaine shook his head before gathering his own supplies.
"Hm?" Blaine looked down confused. It was Kurt's packet. Blaine groaned. He would need to give it to him, and Blaine didn't particularly like or dislike Kurt; he just had a big ego and Blaine had no intention of feeding it.
Blaine walked to his locker for his books. He was happy to see Rory putting away his own books, but Rory was talking to Kurt in hushed whispers. Blaine exhaled a breath before walking towards them.
"Hey, Rory. Kurt." Blaine greeted smiling at them. Kurt looked like he wanted to protest his interruption, but Rory grinned at him.
"Hey, Blaine!" Rory greeted back, chipper. Kurt rolled his eyes. Whether it was at Rory or Blaine himself, Blaine didn't know.
"Here, Kurt. You forgot this." Blaine held out the packet. Kurt snatched it away from him, and grumbled a 'thanks.'
"I got Calc. See ya." Kurt said dismissively to Rory, glancing at Blaine as he left.
"He doesn't like me." Blaine uttered to himself. He forgot Rory was there. Rory shrugged.
"He doesn't warm up quickly. It ain't personal, Blaine. It's just how Kurt is." Rory mentioned sympathetically. Blaine sighed softly. "That, and he doesn't like your fashion sense. He says that it's pathetic your mother dresses you. I think you look fine, and you smell way better than ham."
Blaine gaped at him. He could understand the hair sure, but his clothes? Blaine wanted to lash out at the guy for insulting him. He wasn't really sure how to reply to Rory's ham comment or the unexpected compliment, though. Must be an Irish thing.
"Thanks, Rory. And my mom doesn't dress me…" Blaine replied, glaring at his pants.
Rory wanted to burst out laughing at that. But Blaine was already upset, and Blaine might direct his anger at him. Blaine and Rory talked a little about Dalton, Blaine found out Rory was quite curious, and settled in a desk in his Calc class.
Blaine groaned as he took a seat in the far back. He knew one thing was for sure; it was going to be a long day…