A/N: Hello! This is my very first Klaine fanfiction:) Please don't hate, but I do take constructve Criticism very well. It is COMPLETELY AU so please don;t get all confused. In this Dave Karofsky is not nice, but he dosesn't bully Kurt any more than all the other Jocks do. Blaine doesn't go to dalton. I think that's enough from me, so please R&R (If I get more reviews then I shall be more inclined to update, just saying...) From your ovely samwisegamgee(leah)
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Glee... Or Bambi... All I own is MANY glee T-shirts... and a Bambi mug... I drink out of it when I'm feelin' down.
"Kurt, Kurt! Come back, you can't do this again." Mercedes Jones called down the now empty school corridor. Kurt spun round, and gave her one of his trademark bitch glares.
"Oh my god Mercedes! Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was? There is now way I am going to go back in there. Not with Karofsky and the rest of the jocks in there!" Kurt shouted back at her, sounding harsher than he meant.
"Then at least come with me to get your bag." Mercedes looked at him, "Please?"
"Fine! But I swear 'Cedes I'm leaving this damn place as soon as I can." Kurt said, linking arms with her and making his way back to the classroom where he was completely embarrassed only a few minutes ago.
"Don't worry boo; it was all just a prank." Mercedes said, giving him a sympathetic smile.
"A prank? Mercedes a prank is phoning someone with a British accent, pretending to deliver sofas. Not making every single word in every single slide of my PowerPoint presentation the word 'fag'... In pink!" Kurt said back, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
"Kurt, you don't have to go back in there if you don't wanna..." Mercedes said, looking at the floor as they arrived at the classroom door.
"Screw this," Kurt murmured pushing open the door, and walking into the room to get his back (Which was on the other side of the room, go figure.)
"What's wrong fa—I mean Kurt?" One of the jocks smirked.
"Fuck off." Kurt said calmly as he picked up his bag. He hurried out of the room before anybody could say anything to him. "Where the hell are the teachers in this place?" He asked Mercedes when he got out of the classroom.
"I don't know boo, do you wanna go to the Lima bean?" Mercedes asked opening her locker and putting all her books back. "I don't really want to go back there either, not after what they did to you..." She explained.
"If it's okay, I'd rather be alone at the moment, sorry 'Cedes." Kurt said, squeezing her hand kindly.
"No problem babe, call me if you need me?" She said, "I'm gonna go home."
"Thanks, I'll call you later maybe? Bye." He said, waving her off. He got to his locker and put everything back before going outside and walking towards his car. His phone buzzed, and he got it out of his pocket; it was a text from Finn.
Hey bro, you alright? –F
Kurt was about to reply, when he walked into someone, sending his phone—his new phone crashing to the concrete floor and smashing into a bazillion pieces.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Kurt yelled, "Watch where you're going."
"Well you're the one with the phone to be fair..."
Kurt's head snapped up, when he heard the voice, Oh this is NOT happening! He thought. The last person he wanted to talk to was Blaine Anderson.
"What do you want Anderson?" Kurt snapped, bending over to pick his phone-parts off the floor.
"To go into school... I go here too you know." Blaine said pointing towards the building. Kurt felt very embarrassed all of a sudden.
"Well get the hell out of my way!" Kurt said, looking down at him.
"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning..." Blaine smirked, blocking Kurt's way.
"Actually I was perfectly fine, until you walked into me." Kurt said in a strained voice as he glared at Blaine.
"Whatever, I will let you carry on with skipping Drama class; I will see you tomorrow hopefully... not." He added with a grin that screamed sarcastic.
"Shut up Blaine. I can do what I want." Kurt said pushing past him and getting into his navigator.
Blaine watched as he saw Kurt walk away from him. He turned around, and kicked the first thing he saw which just so happened to be a lamppost.
"Shit!" Blaine yelped as he clutched his injured foot. He was about to go into the boys locker rooms when he heard someone clear their throat behind him. He turned around, and saw Santana Lopez staring at him with a humorous look on her face and one eyebrow raised.
"Kicking lampposts again are we?" She said with a trademark smirk "Boy you must really hate the way Hummel treats you."
"Santana, not now." Blaine moaned.
"Blaine as much as I hate to admit it, but you're the closest friend I have, well apart from Britt but I think that our genders sort of get in the way of us being that close, and... I really care about you." Santana said.
"I really do not want a detailed explanation of what you and Brittany do in your private time." Blaine murmured.
"Someone jealous his best friends getting more action than he is?" Santana asked winking at him.
"Shut up." Blaine snapped.
"You really like him don't you. I've never seen you this depressed since you forced me to watch Bambi with you. Worst mistake of my life, Anderson." Santana said.
"You have no idea Santana. It's like when he talks to me I just go into bitch mode and I can't stop what comes out of my mouth. He hates me." Blaine whined.
"Geez Blaine, don't go all gay bitch on me. It's not fun when Britt does it, but with you; it's just depressing." Santana said, "I'll help you pull Hummel. Auntie Tana has a plan."
"Santana I'm really past the point of caring, just do what you have to." Blaine said, grabbing her hand and leading her towards the drama room.
"Alright class! We're going to be doing some acting! Fashionably late I see, come on in guys, we're just about to begin!" Miss Holiday said as Blaine and Santana walked into the room, fifteen minutes late.
"Why is Miss Holiday teaching us?" Blaine asked quietly.
"I don't know, just sit down." Santana said back, unlike many other subjects Santana tried really hard in drama, and actually paid attention.
"Right, I wanted to shake things up a little bit, but the school board said you have to stick to the curriculum, but doesn't mean it can't be fun! I am going to put you into threes and then I'll come round separately and get you acting! So come up when I call your names. Santana, Tina and... Artie! Rachel, Mike and David!—"
"I'm not going with him Miss, as you know I am a very talented performer and David Karofsk—"
"Shut up Berry, nobody cares how talented you are. Just go and work with him." Santana snapped, and Blaine couldn't help but smile.
"Anyway... Quinn and Finn!—
"Miss I will have to ask you not to pair my boyfriend—"
"Rachel shut the fuck up!" A loud voice yelled from the door. The whole class turned to see Kurt Hummel glaring directly at Rachel. She immediately stopped talking and stood even closer to Finn.
"Kurt! Good to see you, thought you weren't going to show. You are with... Oh it seems we have one pair, hope that's okay with you guys." Miss Holiday said looking at Blaine. He couldn't help but wonder why she was looking at him instead of Kurt, unless... No. She wouldn— "Blaine Anderson!"
A/N: Yeah... I do cliffhangers alot... You want to see what happens next? :D Review and alert guys, review and alert! :D If you have any questions, please ask, I will answer anything you need to know (Unless it gives away the plot line) Thankyou! -Leah *Oh, and sorry... In this, Kurt swears...* If you don't like it, don't continue reading, thanks for stopping by anyway! xoxo
