A/N: HI! Welcome to my latest fic. It's a WIP and currently stands at just 13,000 words so hopefully it'll be updated regularly. I apologize in advance for the amounts of angst in it in later chapters, Blaine's an angsty guy and has a long background that I'm trying to explain slowly (okay maybe a little too slowly sometimes) throughout this fic. I hope you read it and come back regularly for updates! here's chapter one, enjoy!
"You... y-you don't mean that..." Blaine said, unable to clear his watering eyes and see clearly.
"Yes I do! God, just leave me alone already!" Kurt shouted, fuming.
"Fine... if that's what you want..." Blaine sighed, wiping his eyes and getting up, walking away without a glance behind him. Once he was out of sight of the entire staring student body he ran. He ran and ran and never looked back.
"New kid huh?" asked a girl Blaine knew to be Santana Lopez, as she slid up to him in the hallway.
"Transfer," Blaine said as he opened his locker and started heaping all his new textbooks into the metal locker.
"Oh. From where?" she asked, raising an eyebrow in interest and leaning against the wall of metal and padlocks.
"Dalton Academy. All boys prep school in Westerville," he explained, still not actually looking at her but concentrating on his books.
"Oh really? Always wanted to try out a prep school boy," she leered.
"From my sources you already have, Santana." Blaine sighed as he shut his locker and padlocked it.
"How do you know my name?" she said, clearly annoyed from the rebuff.
"I believe you once knew my friend Sebastian Smythe," he said coolly as he began walking down the corridor, Santana close on his heels.
"Oh Sebastian! You know him?" she asked.
"Kinda hard not to. Biggest jerk at Dalton, therefore also a prep boy. Congrats on the achievement." Blaine grumbled and Santana let out a braking laugh.
"Wow. You sound like my kinda guy," she smirked. Blaine came to a halt at the end of the corridor in front of a large notice board and gazed up at it.
"You know, with the amount you're coming onto me, I'd say you don't go this all out to just any old fresh meat," he laughed as he grabbed the pen attached to one of the sign up sheets and wrote his name onto it.
"What can I say, I like a challenge," she smiled.
"See you around Santana Lopez," he laughed, walking away from her. Santana sighed and looked back at the board to where Blaine's name was now written on the sign up sheet for the football team. Well that showed promise at least. Maybe he wouldn't have his ass kicked before the day was up.
Three days later, Blaine walked down the corridor for the first time in his brand new letterman jacket, smiling as one of his teammates passed and gave him a high five. Strange how he could fit in so quickly here, but Blaine suspected it was for other reasons.
The same couldn't be said for one Kurt Hummel who walked down the corridor in a waterproof jacket, which only barely protected his clothes as the third slushie in two days flew into his face. He growled under his breath as he wiped his eyes and watched the perpetrators waltz off before heading for the nearest bathroom to clean up.
He barged in and ripped the plastic coat off and threw it into the sink, hanging his head over the taps as he turned them on and waited for them to warm up enough. He didn't care if there was anyone in the room or not, he just wanted the slushies to stop.
"I hear lemon's good for getting that out of clothes," said a voice behind Kurt. Kurt lifted his head quickly to the mirror and quickly spotted the letterman jacket.
"Like you'd know that," he scoffed. "When was the last time you were slushied?" he said, barely paying any attention to who it was that was wearing the jacket and returning to the sink which was finally warm enough to splash the water over his face.
"Well, for your information, just last year," the boy said, leaving the bathroom. Kurt whipped his head towards the voice but only caught the last glimpse of the red jacket leaving through the door and a crop of black hair. He narrowed his eyes at the sight. Who's on the team this year?
Glee club seemed a relief this year more than ever for Kurt as he could finally relax a little once inside the choir room. He'd received more locker shoves that he could count and it was barely the second week back. This year was going to be hell. He couldn't wait for this year to be over, then it would be his senior year and he'd be out of there.
He walked to Glee with Santana and Brittany the third Monday back, one on either side for protection though without them even realising it. He felt a little bad for making them into his bodyguards without their knowing but he needed it if he was going to get through the year.
"Hey Anderboy," Santana smirked as she spotted a boy in a jacket approaching them.
"Hey Satan," he laughed in return.
"Why's he called Anderboy now?" Britt asked.
"He's not honey, I just call him that. Don't worry about it," Santana explained quietly as the jacketed boy finally got near to them.
"How's Cheerios going so far?" he asked, shoving his hands into his pockets and leaning back slightly in a relaxed pose.
"Hell. Sylvester's already got us on a crazy new regime that's worse than last year. I didn't even know it was possible to be this tired all the time," she shook her head a little in disbelief. "How's it going being the new wingman?"
"Good. It's different to how we used to do things on my old team, but I actually think it works better. Bieste is a great coach,"
Throughout the pair's conversation, the boy's eyes drew in Kurt. They felt so familiar to the pale boy. And that crop of hair, it had to be the same guy from the bathrooms in the first week back.
"You bet it's different. No prep boys round here," Santana laughed.
"Yeah well," the boy laughed. "Too stuck up there anyway. Everybody thinks the world of themselves,"
"Oh, and you didn't when you were there?" Santana teased.
"Please Santana. What do you take me for?" the boy laughed. Anderboy - why does that sound familiar too?
"Okay, I'll let you have that one then," she subsided with a smile.
"Why thank you," the boy said a little theatrically. "Anyway, I'll let you girls go. I'm sure you have class to get to. See you later," he smiled and continued past them along the corridor, letting the three Glee clubbers make their way to the choir room.
"Who's that guy again?" Kurt finally spoke.
"Blaine Anderson. Transfer student who joined the football team. Pretty good or so I'm told, though I haven't gotten round to spying on him much yet. He's friendly though. Not bad. Witty. Fairly confident I guess, but he turned me down the moment I opened my mouth, and that was his first day! Surprising really. I'd love to see how he turns out," Santana rambled as they finally entered the choir room.
"Blaine Anderson?" Kurt repeated, stunned.
"Uh, yeah. That's what I said. Why, know him?" Santana asked as she flopped into a chair.
"I... I used to." Kurt said. "We were... close..."
"Looks like someone's got a blast from the past," Santana said, glancing at the expression on his face. "What'd you do? Ruin his favourite jeans or something?"
"Um... not exactly." Kurt said as he sank into a chair.
"What does that mean?" Santana asked. She didn't get an answer as Mr. Shuester turned up at that precise moment and saving Kurt's well looked after skin from having to explain.
"So Blainers, why haven't we made out yet?" Santana tried a month after school began again. Blaine just laughed.
"Uh, because I'm not interested in you?" he said as he piled his books into his locker and grabbed the ones he'd need for the afternoon.
"Why not? I'm a Cheerio, you're on the football team. We'd be one of the most popular couples in school, if not the most. I'm hot and there's no way I can't say the same for you," she said, posing a little as she leaned against the locker next to Blaine's.
"You think that would make me want to date you? Because I'd be popular?"
"C'mon. The Cheerio's are practically untouchable and the amount of other guys who throw themselves at me it's unbelievable."
"Really?" Blaine asked, a smirk on his face and one eyebrow raised.
"Totally. We're freaking awesome and super hot. You should really try it out. Think it over Anderson." She said as she waltzed off down the corridor, throwing a wink over her shoulder at him as she rounded a corner. Blaine just rolled his eyes and left.
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