A/N: In this story, Kurt just transferred to Dalton and he hasn't met Blaine yet. Also Dalton is a mixed school. Sorry if you don't like that, but otherwise the characters couldn't act the way I wanted.

Chapter 1

Kurt swiftly walked through the hallways of his new school. They were almost empty. He needed to find the French classroom. Now, where was it? Oh, there it was! Kurt walked to the door and opened it. He was a little late, so everyone was already seated. As he looked around the class, he felt the blood rush to his cheeks.

'Ehmm.. . I.. I… couldn't find the classroom.'

The French teacher smiled and said:

'It's alright, you are our new student right? Ehm.. Kurt Hummel?'

'Yes.. I .. I am.' Kurt stammered.

'Okay, Kurt, take a seat.'

Kurt nodded and walked towards an empty seat in the back of the class. That way no one could stare at him. Luckily, no one did. When Kurt sat down, class started. His French was good enough for this first lesson, so he decided to study the people in his French class. He saw a couple of nerds, the popular kids and all those other stereotypes. It was an average class. The rest of the entire day he spent studying his classmates rather than his classes. At the end of the day, Kurt decided to try to become friends with the more popular kids first.

A week or so passed and Kurt noticed that though the popular kids accepted him, they didn't really like him. Because of that, he started hanging out with the people he thought were the nerds before. Nick and James. The more they hung out, the better friends they became. One day, their last class was Gym. Well, Kurt's last class was Gym. James was sick that day and Nick had to go to the dentist that last hour. So when class ended, Kurt walked to his car alone. When he reached his car, he opened the door and got in. He tried to start the car, but it wouldn't.

'Shit! It's broken!' Kurt said loudly.

He felt his pockets.

'And now I left my phone home too! Shit!'

He laid down his head on the steering wheel for a while. Then he got out of his car and started walking back to school. Suddenly he saw Blaine, a boy from his French and from his Math class. He also was a boy from the group of popular people he had tried to become friends with. Apparently Blaine also saw Kurt because he started yelling something to him.

'… … … … … … get home?'

But Kurt couldn't hear what Blaine had said.

'What?' Kurt yelled back

Blaine laughed a little and walked towards Kurt. When they reached each other, Blaine said: 'I said: 'Hey, Kurt! Don't you need to get home?''

Blaine laughed, so Kurt started to laugh with him. His laugh was very contagious.

'Well, yeah, I should, but my car is broken. I also forgot my phone, so I was going to call with one of the school phones'

'You can call with my phone if you want? Or I could also give you a ride home?' Blaine offered.

Kurt's smile widened.

'If you could do that, you would be my hero.'

'Well I like to be a hero, so follow me to my car please!'

Both boys started laughing. Still laughing they started walking to Blaine's car. When they reached it, Kurt opened the passenger's door and got in the car. Still smiling.

At least one popular boy did like him. Just that boy who Kurt wanted him to like him.