SO I COULD NOT GET THE MUTE!KURT OUT OF MY MIND! I know I did a poll. Blind Kurt or Mute Kurt, and you guys (respectfully) chose Blind, but I gotta do it. I currently have three stories going. But I won't abandon any of them i swear. This is still a Badboy!blaine fic so... deal.

Disclaime.- I should just put this fucking disclaimer in the title so I don't have to Re-type it out every god damn time i make a new chapter.

"Hummel... Hummel... Hummel...hhmmmmm hummel... hummel.." I just wanted to scream. Just full out shout an ongoing string of profanities at this idiot. My dad sat beside me, signing me information. I could tell that it bothered my new principle somewhat that he didn't know what my father was saying to me. I half paid attention to My dads sloppy signing, while the short indian man continued to look for my transfer papers. Ugh this was torture. Who the hell thought it was a good idea to send a Mute kid to a public school anyway. None of the people will be able to understand me. I won't be able to talk to anyone without writing them an essay.

"Ah! Kurtis Hummel! Right here!" The short Indian man pulled out a packet out of his messy file cabinet, and dropped on its desk with a thump. "Mr hummel. You are in luck. We happen to have a student here who have past experience in dealing with mute people. He young brother was a Mute, and knows a large amount of ASL. So until we can get you a professional translator, you will be assigned the same classes as him. He will translate to your teatures, and peers for you." This was great news. Someone I could talk too. Someone who could understand me. I smiled a big smile, and signed quickly to my dad.

This is so exciting! My dad nodded, but the indian principle looked uncertain.

"What?" my dad asked before I could write it down. Figgins, the principles name, sighed. "There may be one problem." My dad seemed interested in this, and leaned foreword a little further.

"He is a bit of a..." Figgins eyes darted to Kurt. "Hard to get along with." He finished. My dad nodded. I knew that my dad may have had a problem with this. What if this boy was homophobic? Would the same thing re happen at this shady run down high school that it did at Dalton? Would I lose more then just my voice this time?

"We can meet him." My dad said. No. Everyone was doing everything to me. They thought that just because I couldn't talk i was handicapped. Well... I wasn't. Before I could precess my request to my dad. My hands were flying in the only form of cumminicaiton I knew. ASL. Figgins looked confused, and my dads head whipped toward me to read what I was saying.

"What does he want?" He asked my dad. My dad began talking. "He wants to talk to the potential translator alone. and decide for himself weather or not he wants to rely on this boy for however long he has to while you bring in a professional translator." Figgins nodded, and reached over to the mic on his desk.

"Will Blaine Anderson, please report to the office. Will Blaine Anderson Please report to the office."

I waited in a class like room that was connected to another room. that the principle, and my father were sitting in waiting for the boy. The translator. I wanted to talk to him alone. I huffed a breath, and gently patted my hair down, before letting my bag on the ground. I watched at the door opened, and a boy in skin tight black jeans, black converse, a a grey button up shirt, and a cardigan over it walk into the office. He turned to Figgins with a questionable look on his face. and a scowl A scowl was there too. My dad extened his hand for Blaine to shake, but the boy just looked at it, and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Figgins was talking again, and The blaine boy scuffed. Burt sighed in relief, and motioned back to me, and suddenly the boys eyes were on me. I felt warm heat rising into my cheeks, and i friend to shrink into my chair. God. He was hot. The boy nodded and began walking toward me.

hello, I signed. I'm Kurt. I didn't bother to try and shake his hand. Afraid he would reject me like he did my father.

"I know. Kurt. Mute. What do you want from me?" He said. He was cold. He was mean. He had no expression other than boredom. I tried to smile but it felt so forced I just stopped. My hands began to move as i signed out my request.

I need a translator, and I was wondering if you would help me? Blaine looked... Cold... Mean... Distant. I was actually.. Scared. of this boy. The boy, Blaine, looked at me.

"Whats in it for me?" He asked. I paused. What was in it for him? Do we pay him? Do I preform some kind of chore for him? Do I do his homework? I began to sign. Before he stopped me.

"I think you should find someone else." Oh god. Panic set into me. There were probably no other people in the school that knew ASL. I wanted to yell stop! To tell him off, but right now I needed this boy. I needed him. I lunged for his arm, and froze when he narrowed his eyes at me. I silently begged, not wanted to let go of him to sign.

"One month, new boy."

"They gave you my schedule. You have my teachers, you have my classmates, you have my homework. For one month you will follow me. Learn how to adjust. I will do one thing for you, and one thing only. Translate. If you pick fights, you better finish them. If you forget your lunch money or whatever, I hope you weren't hungry. If your late for class I will not make excuses for the teachers. When this month ends you are on your own." I walked after Blaine hurriedly, Books pressed to my chest. Blaine stopped at his locker. skillfully put in his combination before sliding books inside, and taking one out. I huffed a breath as I slid my locker combo out of my pocket, and put it in. It didn't work. I turned to Blaine who was silently watching me. I tried again. Nope. Didn't work.

Help? I signed. Blaine raised his eyebrows before muttering. "Someone wasn't listening, before turning on his heels and walking away. Silent tears slid down Kurts face, as he tried his locker combo again. Suddenly a fist came out of nowhere and hit his locker door. Kurt jumped back dropping his books, searching for the source of violence. A boy stood before him. Clad in leather, and a mohawlk.

"I'm Puck, had that locker last year. Gotta hit it." The boy, puck, said. Kurt smiled in thanks, and put his books in his locker.

"Whats your name?" Kurt looked up. Puck was watching him. Kurt put his hand to his throat and shook his head.

"Don't wanna talk huh? Thats cool where you headed." Kurt showed him is schedule and Puck nodded. "Your in history with me. Come on New kid."

The bell rang right after Puck, and Kurt walked into the room. Kurt noticed Blaine sighed when he say him, and stood to go stand by Kurt. Kurt refused to look at the boy who left him stranded in the hallway. He turned to the teacher, looking confused by the pair, and began to sign. Blaine sighed and translated.

"My name is Kurt Hummel. I transferred here this morning. This is Blaine my temporary translator. I use ASL because I cannot talk, and if you need to ask me something please make sure Blaine is around." Kurt finished, and the teacher nodded looking very shocked. Kurt sat next to Blaine.

"If you try and cheat off me. I will quit." Blaine muttered. Kurt rolled his eyes, and pulled out is writing supplies.

Hey guys? Like it. DW i will make sure Blaine warms up a little.

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