Chapter 2
Blaine sat uncomfortably in the passenger seat of his dad's overly swanky car. He had his messenger bag on his lap and was absentmindedly scrolling through his Tumblr dash on his phone. He glanced back at 'Donatello the cello' resting on the leather backseat.
"Okay, Blaine. You have to catch the school bus home today. I can't be missing any more work driving you around." This was the first more-than-one-word sentence his dad had grumbled at him all morning.
"Yeah okay, dad."
The older Anderson grunted in response.
Blaine watched as the unfamiliar suburban scenery blurred together out the window. Countless pastel colored houses whirring past him. Then he saw his new school. He tried to mentally soothe the twist of nerves in his gut from the sight.
His dad pulled into the traffic filled parking lot and Blaine hopped out before opening the side door, grabbing his cello, and thanking his dad for the ride. He turned away and cringing as he heard the familiar sound of his Mr. Anderson's tires screeching as he zoomed out of the parking lot.
Gosh, there were so many kids standing around. Hundreds of teenagers talking loudly in groups ranging from two to twelve. Discussing the recent happenings of Ohio, he supposes. He felt anxiety spread from his chest and to his limbs as he saw many of said teenagers stare at him and the large case containing 'Donnie" he was clutching in his left hand. He notices them sneaking chuckles and whispering under their breath to their friends.
Blaine picks up his pace going in the direction of the Music Department building. He is very thankful for the campus tour he had when all the students were on break.
He sighs when he finally reached his first class. Orchestra 2. He saw other students setting up chairs and tuning their instruments. Blaine plastered on a big grin and stated introducing himself to the other students.
Kurt was sitting in one of those horrible plastic and metal chairs with a desk built onto it. He was listening to his Math teacher try to re-teach factoring to the less than brilliant students in his class. It was his fourth class of the day and thankfully he had lunch next. He had been sketching Hermione Granger in the margins of his already finished homework assignment for tonight for twenty minutes now.
Kurt sighed gratefully when the bell finally rang and the class was dismissed. He walked briskly, trying to avoid the varsity jackets, heading towards the glee club tables outside the cafeteria.
When he arrived he was greeted with a few, "Hey Kurt's", before the group kept on chattering about Sectionals. He sat down next to Quinn and Santana, two girls from the cheer squad that had become rather close to him seeing as they had both had their fair share of bullying. Santana Lopez has a girlfriend, Brittany who was sitting at the other table, and Quinn Fabray the perfect blonde Barbie girl who was kicked off the cheer team temporarily due to a teen pregnancy.
"Hey Hummel, you see the new boy yet?" Santana said in a hushed tone as Quinn nudged him and grinned at him.
"Uhm no. Why?" Kurt asked looking cautiously
"He is absolutely dreamy." Quinn said putting a hand over her heart.
To which Santana said, "And he is so not on your team, Q."
"Wait, He's gay?" Kurt whispered incredulously.
"Yes"
"Maybe"
"He was wearing a bow tie, for Christ's Sake."
"Straight boys can wear bow ties, Santana."
Kurt stopped listening to the girls' bickering as he pulled out his homemade ceasar salad and started poking at it. He thought of how amazing it would be to have a gay friend. Sure he had Santana and Brittany but they had each other and were popular. They got teased way less than him and to be honest, he was kind of jealous of that. But maybe this new kid was his chance.
Blaine was so happy his first day was over. He didn't remember school being so tedious before. He looked like mess too, frankly. He was required to take P.E. so the gel that held his hair together this morning had evaporated slightly letting some of his unruly curls free and his bow tie was hurriedly and messily tied. And apparently no one actually takes showers after so the teacher only gives students five minutes to change, making Blaine not as cleanly smelling as he would usually like.
He had found out which bus route he had to take home at the office and all he had to do was take it home and then he could take a nice long shower and go to wizarding world of Harry Potter via book in his comfy reading chair.
Blaine found his bus and started to step on when the gruff, male bus driver said aggressively, "No instruments on my bus."
"But it's my first day, sir, and I have no way home" Blaine told him, starting to panic.
"Well, I guess you'll be walking" The driver responded before shutting the bus doors in Blaine's face. Snickering could be heard from the buss as it started to roll away.
"Lovely" Blaine said to himself, walking to sit on the bench outside the small school library pulling out his phone.
Kurt was glad he didn't have Glee today. He only had to go on Mondays and Wednesdays. All Kurt had to do was check out this book he needed for English and then he could escape school campus. He handed the text to the librarian along with school ID, waiting patiently for the kind elderly school employee to scan it before he took them back accepting the due date. Kurt stuffed his possessions into his bag before walking out of the minimal library. As he stepped out of the door he heard a boy talking on the phone.
"No, ma, he wouldn't let me on the bus… Because of Donatello… Yes, ma, Donatello the cello… I don't know how to… Fine… Okay, I know… See you at home. Love you."
The boy sitting on the bench outside the library was rather small. At least 3 inches shorter than Kurt. He had frizzy hair that was once smothered in gel, a horribly tied bow tie, and seemed overall disheveled.
"Donatello the cello?" Kurt questioned with a smile, stepping closer to the boy.
The boy looked up at Kurt, gave an eye crinkly grin, and said, "As a matter of fact, yes."
"Like the ARTPOP song?"
The tiny boy blushed before saying, "The turtle."
Kurt giggled loudly as the boy blushed deeper and sat down next to him.
"Cute. I love TMNT. My name's Kurt."
The boy held out his hand.
"Pleasure. I'm Blaine."
