Your Eyes Search Mine : Chapter 1

That smile. There it was again. It was bright and shy at the same time, brightening those unique glasz eyes that drove him crazy. Everytime he saw this smile on HIS face he couldn't suppress a shiver. Neither could he stop that goofy smile from spreading over his face. That was why he hated it, hated HIM.

Everytime their eyes would catch, be it across the hall, in the locker room, or under Ms. Letterman's watcheful eye, he would let his emotions show, just for a moment, but it was enough of a moment for HIM to understand.

It all began a month ago, on October, 12th. It was my very first day at William McKinley High School in Lima, Ohio.

I was strolling through the main corridor, trying to look confident in my vintage leather jacket and over-used black skin tight denims, despite my smalller-than-average height. I was secretely hoping to look at least a little cool even though I had decided to let my curls run free that morning. I could feel everyone's stares burning holes through my entire body, hear every whisper of 'new kid' 'dunno where he's from'. As I approached a nice looking blonde girl, I was interrupted by a tall latino girl.

'Hey new kid, where are you going ?'

I cleared my throat before answering :

'To the principal's office'

'Come on, I'll show you !'

We walked together for 2 minutes before arriving to a glass door.

'Here it is, I'll wait for you here, you know, to show you the way... Oh, by the way, the name's Santana'

She then winked at me, and turned to a guy with a ridiculously long and greasy mohawk.

I knocked on the office door and entered. An indian looking man greeted me with a heavy accent :

'Hello Mr. Anderson, I was waiting for you. So here is your timetable and the plan of the school grounds. I hope your guide for the week, Ms. Santana Lopez, will help you get used to our school. In case you haven't seen her yet, you should meet her in your first period. Feel free to apply to any of our clubs. Good luck Mr. Anderson.'

He then dismissed me and I got out of his office. I saw Santana still talking to Mohawk. I walked towards them and greeted the guy with a nod.

'So Hobbit, ready to face Mrs. Whale ?' I frowned

'Whale ? Is that her actual name ?'

The guy sent me an incredulous look and replied :

'What the Puck ? Are you really that stupid ?'

'Stop this Puckerman' Santana said, then turned to me 'You'll understand when you see her, let's go Hot Shot, don't wanna be late to class !'

My first three classes were quite uneventful, basic introduction at the beginning of the class, then getting paired with Santana for the rest of the lesson, since I didn't have any of the books.

It was in fourth period that I saw, felt, tasted even, my life changing.

I was in AP english, my only class without Santana. She still accompanied me to the classroom, wishing me good luck. I entered the classroom to see a handdful of students inside. The teacher had yet to arrive so I seated myself on the third row, waiting for him. I sent a text to my best friend to tell him that I was ok, and heard the door being shut.

I looked up to see a young woman in her mid-twenties wearing a knee-length straight black skirt, her elegant white blouse tucked in and exposing just that bit of cleavage that made her look attractive. She was wearing high-heeled shoes that exposed the curve of her calves. On her ring finger shone a discreet engagement ring, and her dark brown hair was coiffed into a sophisticated looking bun. Her face was delicately made up, to enhance her beauty. She sat on the desk, delicately crossing her legs. She looked at me, and said : 'Mr. Anderson, I presume ?' I only nodded in answer and she said 'Come to the front of the class and tell us more about yourself, in this classroom, we are all friends to achieve the best working environment possible . '

I walked to the front of the class and fidgeted a little under my classmates' attentive stare. I focused on the teacher and began : 'Hello, my name's Blaine Anderson, I'm 17 and I went to Dalton Academy in Westerville for the duration of high school, well at least until a week ago...' I looked expectantly at the teacher who said 'It is quite nice to meet you Blaine, I am Ms. Letterman, soon to be Goldberg, so get used to the new name, now, why did you transfer ?' She asked with a kind smile. 'Uhm, my parents recently got a divorce so I moved with my mother here in Lima.'

'Well, everyone I'll ask you to introduce yourselves to your new classmate, we will begin with the back of the class, Blaine, you can go back to your seat.'

Once I was seated, a girl with blonde hair cut in a bob and a soft voice stood. 'Hello Blaine, I'm Quinn Fabray and I live in Lima with my mother.'

Then, a short asian girl with long dark brown hair stood up. 'I'm Tina Cohen-Chang.'

As soon as she sat down a pale, kind of pudgy boy with crazy gingerish hair stood up and said, stumbling upon his words : 'H-Hi, I'm Jacob B-ben Israel, and I'm the top reporter here, if you want to know something you c-can ask me.'

And then, a gorgeous boy, tall and lean stood up, and my heart raced inside my chest as he blinked and looked into my eyes. His, which were a stunning unidentifiable colour, widened and his mouth moved as he uttered a short sentence in his beautifully high, but still masculine voice.

'My name's Kurt Hummel and I live in Lima with my father and step-family' He sat back down and threw me a smile over his shoulder. I felt breathless and I practically missed the brown-haired girl who introduced herself as Lucy Porter. As everybody had introduced himself, Ms. Letterman began her lesson on Shakespeare's sonnets.

The rest of that lesson was spent looking at Kurt's, ah how his name rolled on my mind's tongue, back. By the end of it, I knew his shape by heart.

So, here it is guys, my first klaine story published ! I'm not a native so don't judge and tell me how I can improve, see y'all !