Hollywood was Blaine's new nickname. Well, at least, according a handful of the football players at William Mckinley High School. Blaine knew moving from Los Angeles to Lima Ohio would be a big change, and so far his extremely low expectations had just barely been met.
He rolled his eyes at them and kept walking into the school. He remembered what his mom said before he came.
"This'll be good for you. A fresh start. No one even has to know what happened."
Blaine's hand brushed against the scar on the side of his head and shuddered. He then, lost way too deep in thought, walked right into the back of someone when the crowd of people stopped in the hallway.
"I'm so sorry!" Blaine exclaimed. The other boy turned around. His eyes, a combination of blue, green, grey, and gold, looked into his.
"It's fine," the boy said softly.
"It's just that I was kinda lost in thought and I didn't realize everyone stopped so I - I'm rambling ,aren't I,"
"Yeah, you are," he chuckled. "You're Blaine Anderson, right? The new kid from L.A?"
"How'd you know?"
"I've never seen you before and if you've been here for more than six months you know everyone in this town," he explained. "I'm Kurt Hummel, by the way,"
"Why's everyone shouting?" Blaine asked, "I can't see anything."
"Probably another fight. Don't worry, Schue'll probably come in a second from now,"
"Schue?"
"Mr. Schuester. The spanish teacher and glee club coach." Suddenly there was a loud hey and some other shouting. After that everyone was moving again.
Kurt walked a little further and then went into English. Blaine went into science, his encounter with the first guy who hadn't called him Hollywood on his mind.