A/N: So...I was feeling all fluffy (and compiling my season 3 wishlist), but really couldn't think of what to write, and this popped into my head. This might be the only chapter, depending on how everyone likes this. If you enjoy it, please review/subscribe. :) If you don't, this will most likely be the only chapter. Be advised that if it continues, it will probably bump from a T to an M. Thanks guys! :)


"This is going to be a great year. It's Kurt Hummel's senior year, and let's face it, he looks fabulous. He's going to march into McKinley with his head held high, and for 180 days, he's not going to take any shit from anyone. Because he's flawless."

Kurt had been repeating this mantra into the mirror on his visor for the last ten minutes as he prepared to go into McKinley. He sighed, picking up his bag from the passenger seat as he got out of his car. He steeled himself for the walk across the parking lot. He was not going to get thrown into a dumpster today. It just wasn't going to happen. He felt a strong hand on his shoulder, turning him around. He had a speech prepared for this, so he closed his eyes and let the words come.

"Who do you think you are? You Neanderthal," he snapped, "it is my senior year, and I am not going to spend the first day covered in garbage! Now get your-"

Kurt opened his eyes, and standing in front of him was none other than Blaine. He gaped for a few seconds, then Blaine kissed him.

"Sorry," Blaine blushed, "but you're so cute when you're angry."

"What are you doing here?" Kurt was clearly flustered. "You're supposed to be at Dalton! Get going, you're going to be late!"

"Um…I know we had talked, and we had settled on me staying at Dalton, but…um, do we have to talk about this now? You're not angry, right?"

"Of course not," Kurt replied, pulling Blaine into a hug, "but we do need to talk about this later, you're not off the hook for lying. Now come on, we need to get you signed up for an audition for-"

Kurt was cut short by the icy cold of a slushie that hit both he and Blaine square in their faces.

"Welcome to McKinley, homo!" Azimio shouted, "Can't think of what we did to deserve two of you freaks."

The rest of the jocks high-fived Azimio, then panicked as they saw Puck sprinting towards them.

"Don't worry Kurt," Puck shouted, as he ran past, "I am gonna make sure they enjoy their time in the porta johns! GET BACK HERE YOU FUCKERS!"

"Well," Blaine started slowly, "it could be worse…it could have been lime. I actually like orange."

Kurt was shaking with rage. "Those assholes," he mumbled, "I hate this place."

"No, you don't. You just hate those idiots. Plus, I'm here now," Blaine smiled, pulling away from Kurt, but grabbing his hand, "and I'm pretty awesome."

"I guess, but we should go wash this off. I really don't feel like smelling like artificial orange the entire day."

Blaine kissed his cheek as they walked into McKinley. "At least you taste good."

"I always taste good."

"I'll give you that, now let's get to those showers."

"Dudes," Finn called from behind them, "not cool at all. It was weird at home and-"

"Finn," Kurt hissed, whipping around, "we need to wash slushie residue off-nothing is going to happen in those showers."

"Hey, I was just saying!"

"Whoa," Puck chimed in breathlessly, "they're gonna do it in the showers? Word of advice, make sure you get a good-"

"Noah," Kurt snapped, "Blaine and I are not going to have sex in a school shower! We don't even have actual sex."

"But another shower is okay with you? God, Hummel, I knew I heard things from Finn but-"

"Noah," Blaine interrupted, "could you point us to the locker room, I'm pretty sure that the orange is interacting with whatever's in my gel and it's starting to burn my scalp."

Puck looked them up and down, grinning mischievously. "Use the varsity locker room, no one will be in there for gym or anything. You guys can take all the time you need, which I know you'll need if you're going to get your freak on. And, by the way, it's Puck, not Noah," he glanced at Kurt, "except for my boy Kurt."

"Noah! Get your mind out of the gutter! We just need to wash this off," Kurt screeched, "we are not having sex at school!"

"Woah," Lauren had overheard, "you guys are going to get it on in the showers? Can I watch? You two are pretty-"

"NO!" Kurt huffed, "We are not having sex in the showers at school, or anywhere for that matter, and even if we were, no one could watch! Now come with me, Blaine!"

Kurt dragged Blaine down the hallway. Blaine had a dopey grin on his face and he was still waving to Puck, Finn, and Lauren. Puck gave him a wink and thumbs up, while Finn looked like he was going to be sick.

"What are you so damn happy about? You're covered in slushie, it's 7:45am, and all our friends think we're sneaking off to have sex. What part of this is amusing?"

"I get to see you naked at 7:45am."

"Pervert."

"I'm not going to argue with that."

Kurt stuck his tongue out and Blaine returned the gesture. They finally reached the varsity locker room, and Kurt led Blaine in, peeking around the corner to make sure no one was there.

"We're in the clear. No jocks," Kurt was still eyeing the locker room suspiciously when he felt his phone vibrate.

We're guarding the dr. take all the time u need, u freak lol :P-santana

"Oh God," Kurt mumbled, "they think we're doing stuff in here!"

"Wes and David would be thinking the same thing, so I can't really say anything about your taste in friends," Blaine laughed, pulling his shirt off.

"Oh," Kurt said, looking at Blaine, "I do suppose we'll have to…undress."

"Kurt, you've seen me naked. I've seen you naked, and really? We don't have time to be self-conscious this morning."

"Fine," Kurt huffed, pulling his shirt over his head, "you're lucky that we don't have time, otherwise we'd be taking turns."

They had finally undressed and were heading into the showers. Kurt had modestly wrapped a towel around his waist, while Blaine was…decidedly less modest.

"Why are you hiding? It's not like you have anything that I haven't seen," Blaine said, flirting wildly, "now take that towel off."

"Blaine Anderson! I was serious about what I said. No blowjobs will happen in these showers this morning!"

"So any other morning?"

"BLAINE!"

"Okay, okay," Blaine muttered, "wash my hair though?"

"You're evil, truly the devil incarnate," Kurt rolled his eyes, "you knew that I wouldn't turn that down."

"I'll do yours too," Blaine replied with a wink.

"Fine, but no tricks! I know exactly what you're trying, and it won't work."

"That's what you think," Blaine sassily responded, turning on the shower.

"You know, we could each take our own stall, maybe that would be better, it would be faster."

"But that would be a lot less fun," Blaine pouted, "and how would you wash my hair? You get to wash all the gel out…and we know how much you like that."

"Fine, fine! Get under the spray-we have 10 minutes before advisory."

Kurt took the towel that was around his waist off. He blushed when he saw Blaine looking him up and down, but was able to squeak out, "Do you like what you see?"

"Mmm," Blaine replied, as he stepped into the spray of the shower, "very much so."

Kurt blushed an even deeper red, but stepped into the shower stall with Blaine. He started to run Blaine's hair through his fingers.

"Would it help if I kneeled?"

"Yeah, it would be easier to run the conditioner through."

"I don't use conditioner. I don't need it with hair this perfect."

Kurt snorted and Blaine kneeled in front of him. Kurt had just started to shampoo Blaine's hair when he started to sing.

Every little thing he does is magic,

Every little thing just turns me on,

"I think it's every little thing she does is magic," Kurt murmured, exasperated, "now lean forward, we need to rinse the shampoo out."

"Well look who's decided to be all heteronormative today," Blaine replied, leaning forward.

"Come on, you're good, back up now. Conditioner time!"

"I told you that I didn't need conditioner."

"Yes, you do, unless you want to look like a huge ball of frizz by third hour."

"Fine," Blaine sighed, "as long as I get to sing."

"Deal."

Kurt squirted some conditioner into his palm and rubbed it between his hands. He massaged it into Blaine's scalp while Blaine sang.

I can't explain all the feelings that you're makin' me feel,

My heart's in overdrive and you're behind the steering wheel,

Touching you…touching me…touching you while you're touching me!

"Okay, okay," Kurt laughed, "time to rinse. Also, I would hate for you to bust your vocal chords on the next part."

"My vocal chords would have been just fine." Blaine leaned forward and Kurt ran his fingers through his curls as he rinsed them. "Mmm, that feels nice."

"Okay, you're done," Kurt took Blaine's hands and pulled him up, "my turn."

"I get to touch the precious hair? I am so honored!"

"Just shut up and wash my hair," Kurt retorted, "and I might just let you sing while you wash."

"Oh joy of joys!"

"Just get to it," Kurt knelt in front of him, "before we get caught."

Blaine massaged shampoo into Kurt's hair, all while singing a new song.

We're caught in a trap,

We can't walk out,

Because I love you too much baby.

Why can't you see,

What you're doing to-

"Hey, who is that singing?" A voice echoed through the locker room.

"Shit," Kurt hissed as he started to rapidly rinse his hair, "shit, shit, shit! We're dead, we are so dead."

We can't go on together with suspicious minds,

We can't build our dreams on suspicious minds…

"Blaine, this is extremely entertaining, but stop now!"

At that moment, Will Schuester walked into the showers.

"Hey," he said, "aren't you that kid from Dalton? The one that's Kurt's boyfriend?"

"Well, Mr. Schuester," Blaine began, trying to keep his composure, "I go to McKinley now, and yes, I am Kurt's boyfriend. Some of the jocks didn't take too kindly to that this morning and I got slushied."

"Well, you should really audition for the glee club here. We'd love to have you, you have an excellent voice, but I'm sure you knew that. Also, Kurt, I know you're in here unless Blaine decided to wear knee-high boots. I don't take him for that kind of guy, but who knows."

Kurt slowly stood up in front of Blaine. "Hi Mr. Schue," he squeaked, "fancy meeting you here!"

Mr. Schuester's eyes went wide. "You…you weren't…no…"

"Oh my God Mr. Schue, no! Blaine was helping me rinse the slushie out of my hair. That's it!"

"Oh..okay. I'm just going to leave you two alone to finish "rinsing your hair". Don't let me catch you like this again…well…I'm just going to leave now before this gets any more uncomfortable. I won't tell anyone about this if you don't tell Figgins how I left you all unattended in New York."

"Deal, Mr. Schue…but really, we weren't doing anything!" Kurt had turned bright red again.

"I'll see you both this afternoon at auditions…and this never happened," Mr. Schuester quickly backed out of the locker room.

Blaine pulled a shaking Kurt into an embrace. "It's okay, he's not going to tell. And you don't have any slushie in your hair anymore."

"Um, Blaine, thanks…but could you please stop holding me so tightly? Things are about to get embarrassing."

"What do you me…OH! Yeah, we probably should stop this before we do something Mr. Schue would be embarrassed to see. Think unsexy thoughts!"

"Well," Kurt began, pulling away from Blaine, "you just mentioned our choir director, and let's see…unsexy thoughts…I've got it! Lesbians!"

Blaine shuddered, "Okay, that definitely worked. Let's get dressed."

They walked into the locker room and started to get dressed.

"Who's your advisor," Kurt asked as he shimmied into his skinny jeans.

"Um, I think it's Mr. Larsen? Is he nice?"

"Oui, Monsieur Larsen! He's the French teacher, and he's my advisor too!" Kurt grunted as he pulled his boots on. "He's okay, I'm just glad we're in the same advisory. By the way, while we're alone, why did you transfer? We had agreed that you'd stay at Dalton."

"Later, okay?" Blaine seemed a little on edge at the last question, but then softened. "It's kind of a long story for right now, we should get to advisory."


The rest of the day wasn't too bad, Kurt and Blaine had five classes out of seven together, so that made them extremely happy. The only thing that differed was that Blaine took AP Chemistry and AP Calculus, while Kurt took AP Art History and Advanced Cooking. They were relieved to get to the choir room after school. They weren't looking forward to seeing Mr. Schuester, but they figured that as long as he didn't tell, it would all be fine.

"So, did you guys do it in the shower," Puck asked, plopping down next to Blaine.

"No," Santana said, sitting behind them, "I got it all on video. All they did was sing and be all cutesy until Schue walked in."

"SANTANA!" Kurt shrieked.

"Mr. Schue caught you guys in the shower? You are so dead when Burt hears-"

"Finn, if you tell my dad what happened, I will tell Carole what kind of porn you like," Kurt replied, giving Finn his best bitch glare, "it's your choice. Tell my dad that I took a shower with Blaine this morning, and I tell your mom that you're into S&M."

"That was one time!"

"It's your choice," Kurt sing-songed.

"Fine," Finn huffed, "but this is super unfair. Just because you're better with computers-"

"You do know you can erase the history, right?" Blaine had turned to face Finn.

"He didn't know that," Kurt hissed, "thanks for ruining my fun."

"Dude, really?" Finn brightened, "You're gonna have to-"

"Okay, everyone," Mr. Schue interrupted, "it looks like we're all here. As you know, since this is our first official meeting, we will audition new members. Right now we have one candidate. I'd like to call Blaine Anderson to the front of the classroom!"

Kurt squeezed Blaine's hand as he stood. Blaine walked to the front of the class.

"Well," he began, "most of you already know me because I'm Kurt's boyfriend, and I used to be the lead singer for the Dalton Academy Warblers. I transferred to Mc-"

"Ahem," Rachel interjected, "aren't any of us worried that this could be a repeat of the Jesse St. James incident? What if he's just here to spy on us, then he goes back to Dalton and tells them all our secrets? What then guys, what then? What if he's faking that he likes Kurt to infiltrate our club? He did kiss me, you know!"

"Rachel," Mr. Schue responded, rubbing his temples, "I don't think Blaine is a spy, and I'm almost positive that he isn't lying about being attracted to Kurt."

Kurt blushed deep red, recalling how Schue had caught them that morning.

"See! Kurt's turning red! Blaine is a spy!" Rachel shrieked "I KNEW IT!"

"Jesus, Rach," Finn replied, taking her hand and bringing her back down into her seat, "Blaine's not a spy, he's a good guy. I had to spend almost all summer with him."

"Yeah, he's actually a cool dude, and he's pretty awesome at Madden," Puck added.

"He's taken you all in," Rachel muttered, crossing her arms over her chest, "all of you are so blind."

"Blaine," Mr. Schue sighed, "feel free to perform your audition now."

"Okay everyone," Blaine said, "I'm going to sing a song from one of my favorite movies…you all have to promise not to laugh though! It's for Kurt."

Blaine smiled as they all nodded in agreement, then walked across the room and picked up the guitar in the corner. "Remember, you all promised not to laugh!"

He strummed a few opening notes, then launched into the song:

You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me
When the road looks rough ahead
And you're miles and miles
From your nice warm bed
Just remember what your old pal said
Boy, you've got a friend in me

Kurt was smiling brightly as Blaine sang. Blaine looked at him sheepishly as he began the next verse.
You've got troubles, well I've got 'em too
There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you
We stick together and we see it through
You've got a friend in me
You've got a friend in me

Kurt starting clapping after the verse, and Blaine smiled at him.

"I still had another verse!"

"I think that that was perfect," Kurt replied, running to the front of the choir room and putting his arm around his waist, "Mr. Schue?"

"Yes, Blaine was excellent. Now all in favor of making Blaine a New Directions member please raise your hands!"

Everyone raised their hands, even Rachel. "I guess he probably isn't a spy," she mumbled, "but if he turns out to be one, you all remember I warned you!"

"Well that settles it," said Mr. Schuester, "welcome to New Directions Blaine!"

"I'm proud to be a member, Mr. Schuester, thanks for having me."

"No problem Blaine," he responded, "now, since it is the first day, I think you can all leave early if you-"

All the students with the exception of Blaine and Kurt had rushed towards the door.

"I'll take that as a yes to that one, I'll see you all tomorrow after school," Mr. Schue said, walking out the door towards his office, "and nothing funny, you two!"

"You were awesome," Kurt said, pecking Blaine on the cheek, "it was cute and cheesy, just like you."

"I'm a little offended," Blaine walked over and set his guitar down, "you think I'm cheesy?"

"Only in the best way," Kurt replied, pulling Blaine in for a kiss.

"Mmm," Blaine murmured against Kurt's lips, "so about that fun you promised me after school…"

"I suppose that could happen," Kurt replied, "but not here! Mr. Schue's caught us in a…compromising situation once today, I think that's enough."

"Good point, my place or yours?"

"Well, mine is only ten minutes away, yours is-"

"Actually, I have my own apartment now…we could go chill there."

"Sounds absolutely lovely, we can probably even have the door closed. I think I might like this Blaine Anderson at McKinley thing."

"Get used to it," Blaine replied, grabbing Kurt's hand and leading him out of the choir room, "because I'm here to stay, you heard my song."

"Just get us back to your apartment, lover boy."

"As you wish!"

"Totally not cheesy," Kurt retorted as he got into Blaine's car, "because quoting The Princess Bride isn't cheesy at all."