a/n: It seems silly putting this in italics when the story is too but meh. The story is in italics because that's the most obvious hint that this chapter was set when they were kids. ok? so yeah, sorry about the wait and tanks to all the people who added this to their alerts thing, it means alot finding all those emails, but do you know what means more? Reviews! so yeah, please review! and I know it can seem like there's no point reviewing because someone else probably said what you want to so why bother the author, and I feel like such a hypocrite because I do that! But please review anyway. :) (I just went through and spell-checked that... I can't spell review. I got them ALL wrong... but still, review for me and maybe I'll learn!)

disclaimer: OH! I HAVE NEWS! I NOW OWN... a sparkly pencil. Still no Glee...


"I'm going to give you a 'Seat Buddy' who you'll sit next to for the rest of the year."

Mrs. Saunders was walking around the room showing people to their new buddy and pointing out where their desk was. It was the first day of school and Kurt was sort-of excited to be in a new class but he'd like Miss. Morrison from last year and he didn't feel like Mrs. Saunders would be as nice. He liked the room though; it was open with plenty of windows for pictures and posters to be stuck on. The Fourth Grade Hall (every grade got their own and all the different classrooms opened onto it) was nice too, defiantly better than last year's.

He looked down at the desk he was currently sitting at. 'Anne Washer' said a bright yellow slip. Well. He was going to have to find his spot. At least with this he wouldn't have to worry about no one sitting next to him. It was all planned out.

Mrs. Saunders pointed in his direction and a kind looking girl with dark hair made her way towards him. Maybe she was going to be his partner. He thought that that would be alright; she looked nice and smiled shyly at him.

"Hello," she said quietly. "I'm Anne. That's my spot."

He looked back at the name on his desk and let out a small "oh" before standing up and picking up his things.

Looking around he tried to spot Mrs. Saunders but she was talking to someone else so he culched his new books and pencil case tightly and waited, unsure, in the middle of the mass of other children finding their places.

Looking around he tried to find a desk with his name on it without bumping into anyone. Everyone else didn't seem to mind shoving their way through but Kurt didn't like things like that. Spotting a desk nearby he hadn't looked at he slowly made his way over. 'Kurt Hummel'. 'Yes!' he though, carefully putting down his books.

Looking over he saw the desk next to him was labelled 'Blaine Anderson'. He knew who Blaine was; they'd been in the same class once before, but he only remembered because he got to be first on the roll.

He took a deep breath. He didn't like meeting new people. But he was going to have to and at least if they sat together all year he'd stop being new.

He noticed Blaine come his way and tried to smile, like he knew he should, but his mouth just gave a scared sort of twitch. Blaine saw him and smiled back, his was a huge beaming grin that seemed to take up his whole face. Dumping his books on his desk in an untidy contrast to Kurt's neat pile he grinned again.

"Hello. I'm Blaine."

"Kurt," he muttered softly, trying to avoid looking at him. He was so happy and bubbly. Kurt was sure that the easiest way to avoid having to talk to him would be to look away. To act shy. Happy, bubbly people wanted to spend time with other happy, bubbly people. And Kurt just didn't feel like talking.