Chapter 1
The unfamiliar roar of a motorcycle sounded in the parking lot caused many of the student's heads to turn. Kurt Hummel just kept walking, his only goal being to get to first period without any of the jocks noticing him. As he approached his locker he saw that Tina and Mercedes were waiting for him beside it. "Hey," he greeted them in a cheerful voice while opening his locker door. "Huh" Mercedes replied vaguely as he looked up at then from his locker. This was when he noticed that both girls were staring past him, down the corridor he had just walked up. Before he could turn and look however, he was knocked into the lockers from behind. He quickly spun around to spit out a remark at which every lumbering football player it was this time but then his mind just went blank.
The boy who had knocked him was not one of the usual culprits but a stranger, standing very close to him. The unknown boy had messy, curly dark hair and a metal piercing through his eyebrow. He was wearing a fitted white t-shirt, worn grey jeans and black converses. A black leather jacket clung to his shoulders and his hazel-brown eyed pierced into Kurt's. The boy's eyes then slowly ran up and down Kurt's body, taking in his extremely tight jeans, fitted purple dress shirt and black waist coat, along with his perfectly styled hair and glinted as they made eye contact again. "What?" Kurt asked as he looked directly back at the boy, standing his ground. "Oh nothing babe, I just wanted to find out if there was a pretty face to go with that ass," said the stranger casually and causing Kurt to turn crimson. "And I was right." The unnamed boy winked at him and walked off down the corridor as the entire student body seemed to part for him like the red sea.
Kurt stared, mouth agape, after the boy before composing himself and returning to his locker. "Who was that?" he asked the two girls beside him as he retrieved his French book. "No idea. But I wouldn't mind finding out, and nor would you by the looks of things." Mercedes said as she watched him. Kurt glared at her and was about to reply as the bell rang and they had to depart. "See you at lunch Kurt," called Tina as the two girls headed off quickly to get to their first class. "And don't do anything stupid," advised Mercedes as they hurried out of sight.
Kurt let out a small sigh, shouldered his bag and made his way to home room. The teacher gave him a glare as he walked into as she called the register but he took no notice of her and sat down at his desk. He glanced around the room and saw that Rachel muttering franticly to a confused looking Finn. Nothing new there then. Finn gave him a smile which he returned before turning round to face the front. His mind wandered back to the encounter in the hallway and he discreetly got out his phone to play angry birds behind his chemistry text book, not wanting the mystery of the new boy to occupy on his mind.
It wasn't until third period that the unknown boy surfaced to the front to Kurt's mind again, and the only reason he did was because he was looking right at him.
As Kurt entered to room he took his assigned desk as always, one row from the back, and got out his books. He sat back in his chair and gazed into space. French was his top subject as he had learnt it from a young age. This was the one class he knew he fully relaxed in without fear of failing, so he didn't really pay attention. He did however look up when the teacher asked for everyone's attention at the beginning of class. As Kurt looked up, his eyes were drawn to the boy he had seen earlier leaning idly against the wall as the teacher addressed the class. "Ok everyone, settle down. This is Blaine Anderson for those of you who don't know him already. He's new today so please help him if he is struggling with anything." Blaine stifled a laugh behind her and she turn to face him. "Right Blaine, why don't you go and take the free seat behind Mr Hummel at the back, I'm sure he will help you if you need something."
She held her hand up in direction and Blaine made his way to his new desk, his eye once again lingering on Kurt's face, a sly grin on his face. He swung his bag off his shoulder and sat down, instantly learning back in his chair while Kurt kept his own posture straight, not looking behind him.
"Ok everyone, can you all turn to page 38 in your text books and discuss the fourth paragraph with a partner. En français, s'il vous plait!" She had to yell the last sentence to be heard over the talking and scraping of chairs that had erupted as everyone moved to sit but a friend. Kurt on the other hand simply opened his books to scan read to page before deciding that he already knew enough about rooms of a house to participate in this lesson. He felt a foot kick his chair leg from behind but ignored it until it had happened for again. He looked round and came face to face with Blaine. As he opened his mouth to question the boys annoying actions he breathed in the smell of cigarettes, mint and something indescribable, making his head instantly woozy. "Hello again beautiful," breathed, his face unnervingly close to his own. Kurt leaned away, slightly taken aback but at the same time trying to get enough clean air to think straight. He remained silent until remembering the reason he was angry. "Do you find it necessary to kick my chair or are you just so mentally delayed that you can't control your own feet?" Kurt demanded. He glared at the dark haired boy how seemed completely unfazed by Kurt's attitude. "Nope, I just wanted to see if you blushed again like you earlier, gorgeous." And Kurt did blush again, looking down at Blaine's desk instead of his face to conceal his reddening complexion. "Don't be embarrassed babe, you still look beautiful," Blaine smirked.
"Shut up, I have a name you know." Kurt was getting agitated now. "Please just get on with your work and stop annoying me."
He turn back to face the front of the room where he saw the French teacher was watching him. She raised her eyebrows expectantly, "Kurt, I told you to help Blaine. You won't achieve that by facing in the opposite direction." He let out a huff or disapproval but turn back round to face Blaine anyway. "Get your book out then," Kurt said with an edge of frustration in his voice. "I don't think that is really needed," replied Blaine as he leaned closer to him, looking expectant. "Umm... ok... err..." Kurt looked down at his text book and scolded himself for stammering in front of Blaine, who was grinning at him. "Shall I test you or what?" He looked up at the boy who just kept grinning at him. "Err ok... can you list the rooms of the house?" Asked Kurt, gritting his teeth to keep himself from slapping that grin of Blaine's handsome face. "La cuisine, le salon, l'entrée, le sale de bain, le sale à manger" drawled Blaine, before leaning in extremely close so his nose was barely an inch from Kurt's and continuing "and most importantly, la chambre."
Kurt didn't move, completely transfixed in the moment, waiting for something, anything, to happen. Then the bell rang. He was instantly drawn back to the situation he was in and proceeded to gather up his books and bag and hurry out of the classroom towards the cafeteria.
