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Contribution for Warbler Week!

Day 1: First Time Meeting Each Other

It's weird, to sit outside the mall with Kurt and just.. wait. I don't even know these guys, but Kurt had insisted on me going along. Guys night. Or afternoon, I don't even know anymore. Reluctantly, I had agreed after he'd gone over from harassing to plain out threatening me.. Such a lovely person, isn't he? The best friend I've ever had.

God, I hate him sometimes.

What have I ever done to deserve anything like this? Not that I don't like meeting new people, usually, but it's still weird, especially when your best friend simultaneously wants to show off his new boyfriend and fling his dapperness into everyone's face. I know his name is Blaine, he's a Dalton boy – Geez, can anyone say snob? - and he's bringing a few friends. Who are also from Dalton. Wow, that just sounds like tons of fun, doesn't it? A bunch of stuck up boarding boys and on top of that, we're also at the mall, like we're thirteen all over again. I groan as I lean forward, my elbows on my thighs, hands covering my face. These benches never had so much appeal as today.. I might just sit here all night and regret all my life choices.

Okay, so I like to be a little dramatic at times, so what?

It's just... next to Kurt you can only look worse for wear, doesn't matter how hard you try. Also, I re-dyed my hair this week and.. Well, let's just say I got a little distracted by the TV and now it's almost white. Oops.

I groan again. Great, now I made myself even more insecure. From the corner of my eyes, I register Kurt sitting down next to me. He's been canvassing the display near the entrance for the past ten minutes or so while I'm fidgeting my way through my anxiety.

I tilt my head and glance at my friend. "I can't believe you actually got me to come with.."

"You know what I can't believe? That you've been running around with this hair for almost a week."

"Kuuurt!" I whine and close my eyes in mock-horror.

"Jeff, honey," Kurt crosses his legs and leans against the backrest, "We need to buy dye, anyway, and you love shopping. We both know you do, so you can just stop right there." He pats me on the shoulder. "And the guys are fun, I promise!" His hand lingers for a while, rubbing soothing circles on my upper back and - even if I don't see what he's doing, I just know - probably smoothing out wrinkles in my shirt. With a sigh, I roll my shoulders and stand up. From the right, there's a group of four boys our age approaching us slowly. Questioningly, I look down at Kurt who is getting up as well and nods. So, here goes nothing..

The funny thing is, I only had to take one look at them and I instantly knew.. Blaine has to be the one with the gel and the bow tie. Has to.

It.. was.. hilarious.

I turn sideways to hide my hysteric giggles and receive a nudge in the ribs as a Thanks for my decency. "Ow," I hiss at Kurt, though he only hisses right back at me to keep it together already. I cough awkwardly as they arrive and stop pretty much right in front of us. Blaine, and of course I was right.. Kurt's taste is just too predictable sometimes, goes in for a kiss (rude!) and then shakes my hand. Wow. Really?

"Hey, I'm Blaine!" He gestures to the three behind himself. "And these here are Thad," he points to a small teen with black hair in jeans and a polo, "...Beatz," a tall, broad blond in a leather jacket, "...and Nick." Blaine's thumb lands on another brunet, not too tall, but at least he's taller than Blaine and Thad. He's in a cardigan, chinos and the stupidest hat I have ever seen in my whole life. And he's looking at me funny..

Well, the bunch looks friendly enough.

"Hi, I'm-" I start, but the brunet interrupts me at once, leaving me flustered and with my mouth open.

"Jeff, right?" The boy... Nick, was it? ...Nick's eyes flash in a sudden panic and his cheeks seem to flush just a little. Well, must be pretty warm under that hat. "Blaine said.. I mean.." The boys next to him start snickering and Beatz slaps him on the shoulder, mouthing something that looks like smooth. Nick lifts his hat, revealing a mop of dark messy hair, and runs fingers through his fringe before sighing and putting the hat back on. "Sorry, that was rude.."

I guess, it was. But I smile nonetheless.