This is my first attempt at writing anything in story format of any kind. So bare with me.

Rated M for the future smut chapters. A little bit of smut in this chapter but nothing major.

Hope you enjoy.

Day 1

"I love you baby." Blaine said as he kissed Quinn on the cheek.

"I love you too." Quinn replied, smiling at him as she turned and walked into her classroom. Blaine always walked Quinn to class, making sure that every person at McKinley knew that she was his and no one was going to take her away from him. She was the hottest girl in school with her blonde hair tied up in a high pony and her tight cheer leading outfit that showed off her amazing figure. As head cheerleader, it was only correct that she and Blaine should date seeing as he was the most popular guy in school. Blaine had always been the most popular guy in school with his devilishly handsome smile and thick dark curls. All the girls wanted to be with him and all the guys wanted to be him; able to take his pick of any girl, control the whole student body and charm any teacher.

Blaine walked to his classroom smiling to himself. It was good being popular. He could do whatever he wanted to do, proven in the fact that he walked into class ten minutes late and just one half smile and wink at the teacher meant that he was off the hook.

He took his usual seat at the back of the classroom, high-fiving his best friend Sam Evans on the way.

"You get away with everything," smirked Sam, turning in his seat to face Blaine. "How do you do it?"

"What can I say?" said Blaine. "Not my fault that everyone loves me." He winked then gestured for Sam to turn away as the teacher looked over at them with a grimace, willing them to stop talking so she could get on with her lesson.

"Don't want to push my luck," Blaine whispered in Sam's ear, leaning forward in his chair.

Blaine was one of the smartest kids in school, but not in a geeky way. He was always very chilled in lessons, leaning back on his chair and chewing his pen, only leaning forward to scribble a couple of notes here and there. It just came naturally to him.

About halfway through the lesson, the door opened. The class was doing an assessment at this point and all looked up to see who was disturbing them. Principle Figgins stood in the door, which to most people meant that someone was in trouble, but no one really cared about the Principle. He was a bit of a pushover really, not to mention stupid, so being sent to him was not exactly a punishment. It was Coach Sylvester you didn't want to be sent to.

"Good morning children," droned Figgins in his Indian accent. "I have some very exciting news for you today."

The class sat in silence, knowing that anything Figgins thought was good news was probably not actually all that exciting. Figgins looked around the classroom, waiting for a response but after realising he wasn't getting one he carried on.

"We have a new student to be joining us today," he continued. "He is very excited to be here and he will be joining you today for the rest of your class." At this point, Figgins stepped to one side and revealed a boy. The boy did not look excited by any means, in fact he looked the exact opposite; dressed in a button up white shirt and a grey waistcoat and black skinny jeans, a leather satchel swung over his shoulder the boy took one step into the classroom, his face staring at the floor.

"This is Mr Kurt Hummel," carried on Mr Figgins. "He is joining us from Dalton Academy where he was part of their award winning Glee club, wow!" Mr Figgins then went on to give a round of applause, the class continuing to sit there in silence, unfazed by this news. In fact, a few members of the class sniggered, including Dave Karofsky.

"Mr Anderson!" shouted Figgins. Blaine looked up from his assessment for the first time since Figgins had entered the classroom, deciding as soon as he saw him that whatever news he brought was not of importance to him. "Mr Anderson, as one of our high achieving and most popular students, you will look after Mr Hummel for the next week. Show him around and make him feel welcome to McKinley. Go on Mr Hummel, go sit next to Mr Anderson. He will look after you."

At this point, Kurt looked up from the floor, following Figgins' arm to see which student he was pointing to. Kurt slouched over to the chair next to Blaine and sunk down into it, letting his bag fall to the ground. He sat perfectly upright and still, his hands clasped around each other in front of him on the desk. Figgins smiled briefly then left the class.

Blaine couldn't believe it. This is exactly what he did not want or need: a new kid, clearly posh and rich as he'd gone to Dalton, cramping his style. His face was like thunder as Sam turned round to give him a pompous smirk, finding it funny that Blaine had been chosen to show around the new kid.

"I'm not showing you around," Blaine sneered at Kurt as the class broke into chatter, the assessment forgotten. Kurt turned his head to look at Blaine. It was the first time Blaine had looked at him properly seeing as Kurt had had his head facing the floor the whole time. He had perfectly chiselled features, his jaw bone strong yet soft. He had very pale skin, messy brown hair and crystal blue eyes. Blaine's sneer fell slightly. This boy is beautiful was the first thought that crossed his mind. This made Blaine even angrier, shaking away this thought, not able to make sense of why this had even crossed his mind in the first place.

"I didn't think you would," Kurt exhaled; his voice was high pitched for a boy, almost like a girl. "I didn't expect you to. I don't need showing around by you anyway, I'm sure I'll survive not being friends with someone who is clearly too arrogant to care for the wellbeing of others. Doesn't bother me." This struck a nerve in Blaine. He felt angry that he had been given this task, angry that he thought the boy was beautiful, angry that this boy was belittling him. This was HIS school. He basically owned it. Everyone did what he said when he said it. Yet this boy was making him feel like this status meant nothing. He decided to call his bluff.

"You're right," said Blaine, controlling his anger, hiding it from Kurt. "I apologise, I'll show you around, it's fine by me." Blaine gave Kurt a smile and he watched as Kurt's eyes softened, flinched slightly and took a quick intake of breath. Then Kurt's face fell slightly but quickly went back to the stony look that was on his face before as he gained his composure.

"No, thank you," Kurt whispered. "I appreciate it. But I'll live." Blaine stared at Kurt as the features on his face transformed into one of sadness and worry, a small line appearing between his eyebrows. Blaine wanted to reach out and smooth the line on Kurt's face, stop the sadness. Blaine froze in his seat. What was this?

The bell rang and Blaine leapt out of his seat and exited the classroom, Sam hot on his tail.

"Hey you left your new friend behind," said Sam as he caught up with Blaine.

"He said he didn't want showing around by me, said he'd live," Blaine replied, quickly. "Hey I'll meet you in gym, ok? Just going to go to the bathroom." Blaine quickly turned left down the corridor as Sam went right and made a quick escape to the boys' bathroom. He stood in the bathroom, leaning on the sink and staring at himself in the mirror.

"What was that?" he thought to himself. He had never wanted to touch a boy before in any way other than a high-five. Why had he wanted to reach out and comfort this boy? Why had he thought he was beautiful? He loved Quinn, the hot blonde head cheerleader. He was in love with Quinn, he liked girls! He splashed his face with water and stared at himself in the mirror again.

"I just felt sorry for him," he thought to himself. "This boy is here. He doesn't know anyone. He obviously does not want to be here and something bad must have happened to him for him to have to be transferred from Dalton to McKinley. I just felt bad for him. That's all it was." This thought comforted him and he smiled at himself meekly in the mirror as this realisation hit him. He just felt sorry for him that was all it was.

"Hey baby," he looked to the left of his mirror and watched Quinn walk into the bathroom, unbelievably hot, her hands on her hips, showing off her body in her figure hugging uniform. "Sam said you were gonna be late for the gym because you were going to the bathroom so I thought I'd join you." She turned and locked the door to the bathroom.

She slowly walked over to Blaine, Blaine inhaling deeply as she gave him a sexy look. She reached him and he leapt down on her pulling her into a deep kiss, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, his hands at the back of her neck and on her waist. His hand on her waist pulled up her top slightly so her stomach was exposed, trailing his fingers over her side and back. Quinn produced a tiny moan as she felt Blaine's fingers touch her skin, tracing over it, making it tingle.

"I want you," Blaine exhaled between kisses, moving his hands round to her stomach. Her fingers started to trace the line of hair that travelled down from his belly button, back up and round his waist.

"Well the doors locked," she whispered as she pulled away from his lips and planted soft kisses at the base of his neck. He hoisted her up on to the sink and nibbled on her ear as he quickly undid the button and zipper on his pants. When he was freed, he moved back to her lips, kissing her deeply, their tongues tracing each other. He thrust himself into her and quickly got the job done, kissing her neck so he could hear her quietly moan. He let out a small grunt as he found his release and held Quinn tight as he leaned his chin on her shoulder while catching his breath.

"I love you," she whispered in his ear, snuggling her face into his neck.

"I love you too," he whispered back, a faint feeling of guilt digging at the back of his brain. He pushed this aside.

"See! Told you that you love Quinn and you like girls," he told himself in his head, convincing his subconscious. A few minutes later, Quinn and Blaine left the bathroom hand in hand, all thoughts about the new kid erased from his memory.