Kurt was currently blasting his favorite Arctic Monkeys song on his stereo when his eyes seemed to magnate the back of his head when a loud pounding rattled his bedroom door. He opened it to see his dad standing there. Kurt didn't tell Burt that he smoked, or drank, or that now, he did harder drugs. All Burt knew is that his rebellious" period seemed to be extended longer than he thought.
"What?!" Kurt snapped. He loved his father and all, but...he was way to scared to show it. After everything, he's dealt with. He wanted to be independent. Have that attitude his "fellow Skanks" had. Because...God knows what would happen if he showed off his true emotions!
"Um...The neighbors that just moved in. They're having a party to get know the neighborhood. I thought we could go..." Burt wished Kurt would go back to the Kurt he knew. The one who would sing from Gypsy or Wicked at the drop of a hat! The one who could hit the highest of high notes. The one...who was the sweetest boy he knew. And not this, frankly, a sack of sarcastic shit.
Kurt sighed. He still would do anything for his father. Even if he regretted it. "Fine." Burt nodded and told him to dress...appropriately. As in, not like a hooker bent over a Chevy.
Kurt stood, scanning the party as he leaned against the snack table. He watched people talk about their jobs and then their kids. The kids were mostly on their phones. Typical. Then he caught his eyes one of the main hosts. Blaine Anderson. His mom had her arm around his shoulders as she chatted about their life to the two Dads of Rachel Berry, Hiram and LeRoy. They were practically bragging about their daughter's accomplishments, and it looked like Blaine looked uncomfortable. Mere minutes later, he made his way to the snack table. And for once, Kurt hated that he stuck out like a sore thumb.
"Hi." Kurt meekly looked up, trying to hide in his jacket, but he was never really discreet.
"H-Hi" Blaine scanned Kurt up and down. Taking in all the piercings and (temporary) tattoos. He finally made it up to Kurt's eyes and the glaze beauties made the other boy swoon.
"So...um, You're Kurt...right?" Kurt just nodded. He wasn't much for social interaction...at least with people, he didn't know. "My mom wanted some of the guy's from the neighborhood to stay over...her idea. Not mine. She wants me to...get to know the guys I'm gonna see every day. She said you look like an interesting character, and wanted you to be one of them. And like I said...not my idea." For the first time in a long time, Kurt laughed. He never heard of a mom who was so interested in her kid getting friends so fast. "So...would you wanna...?"
"Sure." Sure Kurt was reluctant, but there was something...charming about this boy. But Kurt couldn't quite put his finger on it...
That night, Kurt was the only one who showed. Blaine sighed as he sighed as he sat in the middle of a circle made of chips and dip. There was a timid knock no two seconds later and he looked up to see the most unlikely one to come. Kurt.
And then...Blaine smiled.