Chapter 1.
"Shit, look at his ass!" Santana Lopez harshly whispered. Kurt looked at her, hitting her with her book.
"Shut up," he whispered back, "He might hear you." The two cheerios were sitting in the library, checking out the new kid in school. To Kurt, he seemed arrogant, with his too gelled hair and his bright red bow tie. He probably transferred from some preppy boarding school. To Santana, he was new eye candy.
She slightly chewing on the end of her pen, "What kind of underwear do you think he's wearing?" wondered the Latino. Kurt glared at her, why did he hang out with her anyways? Suddenly, she smirked and ripped a piece of paper out of her notebook.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked, widely staring at her. Ever since Kurt had officially came out to the school, Santana had been trying to get him new hookups every week by spreading ridiculous rumors, like he lost his virginity to a French boy last summer and learned positions that would blow your mind. As much as he loved her, he sometimes wanted to slap her. He didn't want hookups…he wanted a something real. Like one of those cheesy rom-com relationships where they're so in love it's gross. He wanted to be the person that everyone envied because of his fabulous boyfriend, not because he was Co-Captain of the Cheerios.
"Shhh," she bent her head down and wrote something, crumpling it up before Kurt could catch what it was. Before he knew it, Santana threw the paper ball at New Kid's head. The boy furrowed his brow, picking the paper up and unfolding it. A small smile spread on his face as he wrote back. He tossed it softly and returned back to his book.
The paper landed with a soft 'thunk' on the table. It wasn't even a second before they both lunged for it. "No! Santana give me it!" Kurt hissed as he tried to pry the paper out of her hands. He leaned down and licked her arm, smiling as she recoiled. "Ha and ha," he said with a smirk as he unfolded the paper. He glanced over at New Kid, who surprisingly was staring right back at him, smiling. A blush crept over Kurt's face and he turned his eyes back to the paper. There were two slightly slanted lines of writing; the first was Santana's familiar spiky writing:
"Hey there, gel cap. Let's get to the point; I'm bored and looking for some fun. You in? xoxo, Santana"
Kurt snorted, rolling his eyes. This is how it always went; Santana was going to hookup with the new boy toy and miss practice, and since Coach Sue was a cynical bitch, Kurt would end up doing twice as much work to make up for Santana's absence. He bite the inside of his cheek as he begrudgingly started to read the cute and slightly sloppy handwriting of New Kid:
"I'm flattered, but I'm…how do I put this gently? I'm not on 'your team'. ~Blaine"
It was only then Kurt realized Santana had been reading the note over his shoulder, "Ugh, lame." She said, obviously aggravated that she had been turned down, "You can totally have him. Plus, what kind of name is Blaine?" A cute one, Kurt thought to himself. He felt New Kid's, er Blaine's, eyes on him again. A smile crept over the cheerios face as he ripped a small piece of paper out of his notebook and jotted down a single line. The bell rang, filling the too quiet library with much needed noise. Kurt quickly folded the paper up and grabbed his bag. As he followed Santana out of the room, he slid the paper towards Blaine.
"Ignore her, she's kind of a floozy. I'm Kurt, by the way."