Blaine walked out of glee club arm in arm with Tina and Mercedes, feeling rather good about himself. The whole club had given him a standing ovation when he'd finished his version of So What by P!nk, including Mr Schuester. The girls had invited Blaine to get a coffee (accept Rachel who had held Finn behind to practice ballads with her). He felt glad that he'd made friends already and he felt this would create an opportunity for him to ask about Kurt. That sexy skank had been in his mind all day. His homework would have to wait, just this once.
When they had settled down and Blaine had ordered his usual, a medium drip they began to talk. "So Blaine, I saw that you're from Dalton... Why'd you leave?" Tina asked looking only slightly suspicious. Blaine guessed she thought he was a spy. Although changing schools entirely seems a little extreme for a spy to do, he thought. "We had to move because my dad had a job opportunity here." He shrugged. Tina still looked a little suspicious, but she seemed content with the information. Mercedes was about to say something when Santana interrupted, "So Blaine, seen anyone you like?" She purred. Blaine went red. Santana had been looking at him like he was a piece of meat all through glee practice. He swallowed and stuttered, "I.. Uh.. Well...Erm, yes.." He pulled at his collar. The group leaned in, Santana licked her lips. Blaine rushed his answer, "It's THATBOYKURTHUMMEL!" He took a deep breath. Santana fell back into her seat, she looked extremely disappointed. Brittany looked confused and Tina and Mercedes looked surprised. "You're gay..." Mercedes whispered. Blaine nodded, fearing the worst.
"Should've known..." Santana muttered. Mercedes nudged her. Blaine looked around nervously. He waited for the verbal slaughter. But nothing came. "I'm sorry.." He muttered. Mercedes' lips formed an o shape before she gushed at Blaine. "No, no, no! You should never apologise, it's who you are. It's just..." She trailed off and Santana happily finished her sentence for her, "Kurt Hummel is an asshole." Mercedes nudged her again before Tina added, "He's just not himself lately."
Blaine cocked his head to the side, resembling that of a cute puppy. The girls looked at each other before continuing. Blaine waited, he was finally going to learn a little bit more about Kurt Hummel. Mercedes began, "Kurt Hummel was once a friend of ours, in fact he was in the glee club..." Blaine's eyebrow raised. He couldn't imagine Kurt sitting there amongst all these people singing show tunes. He almost laughed at the thought. "So was Quinn, she was head cheerio as well." Tina added. That was a little easier for Blaine to believe, he hadn't seen her as much but she was a very pretty girl. "Over the summer we didn't hear from them... When we came back well, they were what they are now. Skanks. We figured they were just trying out a new look, Kurt was always into fashion. But Quinn quit the Cheerios, they quit glee and started smoking. Then they stopped talking to us..." Mercedes looked like she was about to cry. Blaine wondered if she was once really good friends with them both.
Tina continued for her, "They started to hang with all the badass girls instead. We couldn't understand why they would just change. But I have a theory." Her eyes lit up. Blaine waited, interested to hear her opinion and maybe learn more. "Basically life sucked for the both of them. Kurt was constantly bullied because of his sexuality and strange fashion sense. Before the summer, Karofsky had been giving him hell for it. He mysteriously stopped at the start of the year." Blaine felt shocked and a little sad for Kurt. He knew what it's like to be the butt of homophobic people's jokes. It was the whole reason he had transferred to Dalton. He was also slightly happy Kurt was gay... One less hurdle to overcome. Tina carried on, "Quinn was the head of the celibacy club at the time of her, well, her downfall..." Santana butted in and concluded the story,
"The little whore couldn't keep her legs shut or use contraception. She fucked my man and got her self knocked up. Dumb bitch." Blaine took a sip of his coffee. He was a little taken aback. He hadn't expected the two Skanks' stories to be so intense. He also couldn't believe Quinn had had a baby, she was so thin! He'd have to find out her secret someday... If he ever got a chance to talk to either of them. Pursuing Kurt Hummel was beginning to look like a hopeless cause. If his old friends couldn't break through his shell, what made Blaine think he could?
Kurt and Quinn lay flat on her queen sized bed. Empty ice cream tubs were strewn around the room and Q was lazily licking her spoon. "God I don't think I'll be able to move for a week." Kurt groaned. Quinn heaved herself up and looked down at Kurt, "We'll you have to. We're meeting the skanks at the club, remember?" Kurt stretched and rolled onto his side. He curled himself into the blankets, "But I'm so tired..." He yawned. Quinn rolled her eyes and hit him over the head with a pillow. "Come on, we'll get a coffee first." Quinn stood and headed for the bathroom. As she headed down the hall she shouted, "If you're not up by the time I'm back I swear I am going to throw a cup of water on you." She smiled as Kurt moaned from inside her room.
Quinn had kept her promise and Kurt had woke in a puddle of water. They didn't leave for another twenty minutes after as Kurt insisted he had to blow dry and restyle his hair. All the while Q called him a diva. They walked to the coffee shop, knowing that they would be taking a cab home as neither would be in a good state to drive by the end of the night. As they neared the shop, Kurt could clearly see his old friends sitting at a table together. This was going to be awkward. But then he saw it, the gelled hair. The bow tie. The glasses. The gorgeous eyes. Blaine Anderson. Kurt grabbed Quinn's arm and yanked her out of sight of the shop's window. "Woah, what's got your panties in a twist?" She huffed. Kurt looked around nervously. He lowered his voice and said, "Q, he's in there." He pointed to the window and Quinn not so subtly leaned over to look. Kurt yanked her back. He was ready to go. "Ooh, you're right he is a hottie." She giggled but saw his expression and sighed. "It will be fine. What happened to not having a crush on him anyway?" She nudged him and he went red. This was not a crush! He just... Felt odd in his presence. "Look. Maybe we could just..." Quinn took Kurt's shoulders and shook him. "No Kurt, you are not wussing out. I am not loosing my latte for this. You are a skank, remember? A bad ass sexy skank, ok?" Kurt nodded. She was right he was acting like the old Kurt. Skank Kurt had no time for silly crushes. He marched ahead and Quinn clapped, "That's my boy!"
Blaine had been engaged in a conversation with Brittany about cats when he saw the streak of pink hair glide through the door. He paused mid sentence and stared as Kurt walked towards the counter. He had somehow gotten hotter since the last time Blaine had seen him. Quinn followed at his tail, plastered in make up as if she was ready for a night out. Santana muttered under her breath, "speaking if the devils..." Blaine ignored it and locked his eyes on Kurt. He stood up muttering something about needing another coffee (even though he hadn't finished his). He could feel the warning stares burning into his back. He stood next to them, just as Kurt ordered his drink, "A grande non fat mocha and a latte for the lady please." Blaine nodded his approval as he cut into Kurt's conversation with Quinn, "Good choice." Kurt hadn't noticed Blaine approach and he almost shit his pants when he spoke but he kept his exterior appearance cool. He simply ignored Blaine's remark and continued to talk to Quinn. Blaine was undeterred and spoke again, "I didn't see you in algebra today... Any reason?" Kurt made a point of sighing really loudly. He kept his eyes from Blaine's and replied in a bored voice, "I had better things to do." Quinn was trying not to laugh beside Kurt as she remembered him searching up Blaine. Kurt less than gently nudged her in the ribs. She bit her lip. Blaine grinned, unaware of the silent battle going on between them. He was just glad this beauty was talking to him, even if he was avoiding eye contact.
"Oh, and what was that?" He asked, raising his eyebrow. At that moment Kurt's order arrived and he and Quinn turned and walked away without another word. Blaine wasn't angry though. He ordered another drink and went to sit back down with the girls.
Kurt rushed to a seat and Quinn sat down in front if him, "Be careful, you'll spill the drinks lover boy." Kurt glared at her. She just laughed back. He groaned when he realised he was sitting in a position where Blaine was directly in front of him. He could see those amber eyes light up as he talked to the glee girls. Quinn sipped her latte and inquired, "What's bothering you now?" Kurt looked away and began blowing on his drink to cool it down. Quinn turned and saw Blaine talking. She turned back and offered, "oh. Do you want to swap seats?" Kurt violently shook his head no. "It'll look too suspicious." He was having a hard time keeping his eyes off Blaine. He just looked so cute, even from far away. His specs would flash as they caught the light and attract Kurt's attention even more. Like a moth to a flame. "Oh no, of course. Couldn't let everybody know Kurtie had a crush." He rolled her eyes at her.
"Shut up, Q" He muttered. She laughed.
Blaine couldn't sit still. He was so happy. If he were a dog, his tail would be flailing around wildly. Santana was rolling her eyes and Brittany was still talking about cats but it was more to herself now. Tina and Mercedes just looked at Blaine sympathetically, "He didn't exactly say much to you and he didn't even say goodbye..." Mercedes began to say but Blaine cut her off. "I know, I know. But he did speak to me and that's a start!" He looked so happy that no one really wanted to crush his spirit. But they all knew that Kurt probably would never be interested. Blaine kept looking over Brittany's shoulder to glance at Kurt. Occasionally he thought he saw Kurt look at him, but he'd blink and then Kurt would be looking somewhere else entirely so he just assumed he was imagining things. "We just don't want you to get hurt, okay?" Mercedes said. Blaine nodded. He was glad they wanted to help, but he could take care of him self. After a short while the Skanks finished their drinks and Blaine watched disappointedly as Kurt walked out. He could watch him forever. But that could wait until school tomorrow.
Kurt was glad to get away from Blaine and into the club. He needed the booze to drown out all thoughts that were connected to that sexy dork. He usually didn't drink too much as Kurt suffered from the worst hangovers but tonight he was going to party hard. The Skanks were tearing up the dance floor and a couple of them were already smashed out of their head when Kurt and Quinn had arrived. It didn't take long for them both to become tipsy and then paralytic drunk. When drunk they were the complete opposites from each other. Quinn was an angry drunk whereas Kurt became a lot more relaxed than normal and tended to let loose. Kurt was dancing like a mad man and becoming immersed in the music ad the alcohol tool over his brain. The last thing he remembered before everything was a blur was Quinn yelling at some random guy that had a Mohawk about getting her knocked up.
Morning hit Kurt harder than a brick being slammed into his head. Light trickled into Quinn's room and blinded him as he squinted. He looked at the clock and groaned. 8am? This was abnormal when Kurt was sober and unheard of when he was drunk. What could have woken him up at this time? He knew Quinn would have probably dragged herself to school but she knew better than to wake a hungover Kurt up. So what was it? He picked up his phone, that he'd only just noticed vibrating. He looked at the notification, almost passing out. It couldn't be, no way. He would never have done that sober. It had to be a dream. Kurt hit himself on the head, pinched himself and even tried to splash water on himself. But it was painfully true. He read it again with a distressed cry,
'Blaine Anderson has accepted your friend request.'