Hi, I'm Emma. This is my first fanfiction, it might take me awhile to get into it. Let me know if you like it!
Blaine scanned the cafeteria and wiped his sweaty palms on the sides of the tan corduroy slacks his mother had bought him, special, for his first day at McKinley High School. The fact that he was a junior, so technically an upperclassman, didn't keep him feeling like a scared freshman, awkward and nervous. His adam's apple jumped with relief when he saw an empty table wedged into the far corner of the packed cafeteria. He sat down and pulled his brown-bagged lunch out of his navy blue messenger bag.
Blaine was midway through an embarrassing to eat cucumber his mom had packed him, when he felt the bench he was sitting on shift. "Hi. I'm Kurt. Kurt Hummel. Can I sit here?" Asked a voice somewhere to Blaine's left. "Sure, go ahead." Blaine murmured, keeping his head down and blushing. A few silent seconds passed. "Uh... You do have a name, don't you?" The voice asked. "Sorry, I'm Blaine," he said, and fumbled with the cucumber so he could extend his hand for a shake.
Blaine glanced up so he could see what unfortunate classmate had chosen to sit near his uncool self. He did a glaringly obvious double take when he saw that the boy who grasped his clammy hand was not a student who looked like he could be the poster child of the computer club. No, the pale, slender fingers encircling his own belonged to a delicate but chiseled guy, with beautiful eyes. Blaine couldn't tell exactly what their color was. He was wearing a cheerleading uniform. "You're on the cheerios?" Blaine managed feebly. "Yeah, I'm the only male member in the history of the squad." Kurt proclaimed, clearly proud of the fact. "And you're that new kid, I presume. Anderson, right?" "Yeah. Blaine." said Blaine, then mentally bonked himself on the head for repeating his name like a spaz.
Kurt snorted, but not in a mean way. His pale eyes were full of mirth. "Well, Blaine Anderson, as student body president, it's my job to make all newbies feel welcome here at good ol' McKinley." Kurt told Blaine with a hint of sarcasm. "Oh." Blaine's heart sank. He'd thought, for a minute, that Kurt had actually wanted to be friends or something. He could feel his heart in his stomach. Of course this beautiful boy wouldn't actually want anything to do with dorky Blaine Anderson.
Blaine snapped back to reality when he realized that Kurt had just asked him a question. "What did you say? Sorry, it's loud in here." "I just wanted to know if you'd want to... um, come see us cheer some time after school this week. Me, and the Cheerios. We've got a pretty cool number in the works." Blaine felt kind of bad, because he knew he was a total charity case. Why else would Kurt Hummel, a cheerleader, talk to him? "Okay, sounds great." Blaine said warily. He surreptitiously shoved the cucumber back into his lunch sack.