Hi, guys! Sorry, I've been rather busy lately, and I've just started school, so don't expect me to be online ALL the time! ;) I don't know where this came from to be honest. It is a multichapter fic. Not 100% sure if there will be smut as I've never written it before and I do have rather nosy parents O.o

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Enjoy, Klainers! :)

Kurt Hummel wasn't crazy.

"Well, unless you mean fashion crazy." The soprano muttered to himself as he stood at his locker. The paint was peeling a little on the door because, to put it simply, Principle Figgins didn't exactly care about the lockers.

"If he did, he definitely wouldn't paint them that shade of beige." Kurt reached for the worn locker, putting in his combination before swinging the door open.

He smiled as he looked into his locker. Photos of fond memories lined all of the metal walls that enclosed his school supplies. There was one of Quinn Fabray, back when she was pregnant with Beth, smiling at the camera Kurt had aimed at her face. Her stunning green eyes lit up; it was the first time she had seemed properly happy in a while, Kurt remembered.

There was a second picture of himself, Rachel Berry, Mercedes Jones and Tina Cohen-Chang from a shopping trip they had had a while ago. They had all gone to the mall to go clothes shopping, and they had found a photo booth and all piled in. Afterwards they had gone what Mercedes had called 'fiiiiinnneee boy spotting.' It was fun, until Rachel had kept pointing out people who looked like her Quarterback Ex, Finn Hudson. He was also Kurt's oblivious Step-Brother whom Kurt had had a crush on last year.

Kurt grimaced at the thought. How had he found Finn attractive? There was certainly nothing attractive about a boy eating with his mouth wide open and gobbing food everywhere.

Reaching into his brown leather bag, Kurt pulled out his French book from last period. He placed it carefully in his locker, along with his English homework. He then gently closed the locker, double checking it was locked as so no hooligans could break into it easily to deface it. Calm and relaxed, he turned around to go to glee club.

And so he was shocked when he found himself face-to-face with a no other than Blaine Anderson.

Oh, Blaine Anderson. Also known as William McKinley High School's biggest bully. He had black hair that always appeared to be gelled back. His eyes were a vicious hazel; they stood out against his skin which was stubbly on his cheeks and near his mouth. He was wearing a red and yellow letterman jacket that he wore everyday with pride. He smiled, but anyone that could read body language could tell, without fail, this was not a friendly smile.

"Hello, fag." He breathed, moving closer to the terrified Kurt.

Kurt accidently let out a small squeak, which only encouraged his tormentor. He tried to push past him but Blaine simply put out his toned arm to stop him.

"I saw you staring at me in gym last period." He looked Kurt straight in the eye, the taller boy hastily trying to return his hard stare.

"I did no such thing." Kurt replied haughtily, trying to ignore the painful grip the bully had on his arm.

"Deny it all you want, I saw it, homo." Kurt felt tears forming in his eyes. He rapidly blinked them away; he couldn't let Blaine feel successful.

"Surely," Kurt stated, "you must have been looking at me to notice."

As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew it was a mistake. Blaine's hand moved from the tough grip on Kurt's pale arm and used it to smack him in the face.

"Don't you fucking mess with me, you fucking faggot!" Blaine snarled, shoving Kurt into the locker so hard the boy collapsed on the floor against the cool metal. Blaine glared at Kurt for a little while longer, and then turned on his heels, leaving the porcelain-skinned boy to contemplate what had just happened.

He hates me.

He slapped me.

Kurt took a mental deep breath.

I love him.