So here´s this week´s second chapter :)
But first, I wanna thank everyone who read, followed and favorited this story so far. It really means a lot to me.
I hope you like this chapter. The next one will be a bit longer again.
Enjoy;)
Disclaimer: I don´t own Glee (If I did, Klaine would definitely be back together by now...)
"This damn strand is driving me nuts. Just look at the way it sticks out from my head, Merce!"
Mercedes quickly peers at my hairdo and rolls her eyes: „You look stunning as always, white boy. You´re just nervous cause you´ll soon see Chandler again."
At the sound of my boyfriend´s name my heart skips a beat. I haven´t seen him for two months and therefore spent the whole morning trying to figure out what it will be like meeting him again.
"You´re probably right." I admit. "I mean, what if we grew apart over all this time?"
"Kurt, it´s only been eight weeks. I don´t think he got brainwashed or something."
"But what if…?"
"You`re meant to be together, Kurt! He`s captain of the football team and you`re leading Cheerios. The whole world would turn upside-down if you weren´t a couple."
I sigh but start smiling though as she continues: "Plus as soon as he sees you in that outfit he`s so gonna go crazy about you."
"April hates my clothes." I comment dryly and Merce`s rolling her eyes again. "C`mon! It`s not like that woman knows anything about fashion. The only reason why she`s not walking around looking like a mess all the time is that she gets her outfits set by an expert every day."
This makes me slightly grin. Merce always knows how to cheer me up. Which is why she`s my best friend in the whole world and also the only one besides Chandler who knows about Hannah.
"You`re right. She still thinks Alexander McQueen`s a famous tennis player." I agree directing my car into a free parking lot. At least I want to, but get startled by someone calling: "Hey, careful, Porcelain! Better watch we´re you´re driving!"
Still a bit shaking because of my emergency braking I look up and there I see... Eli Chaston, male school slut and member of the "South Demons", the city´s most dreaded gang. He´s staring at me with slitted eyes and I swear, if a glare could kill then my life would be over now.
"I´m sorry!" I call out hastily, "I thought it was free."
Eli´s expression turns a bit darker and he looks at me as if I´d just told him the earth wasn´t a ball.
"Oh,shit!" I hear Mercedes swear next to me. At my inquiring look she simply nods towards the motorcycle that I just nearly ran over.
"This is Blaine Anderson´s." she whispers and I feel a sudden shiver running down my spine.
"You mean THE Blaine Anderson?" I whisper back even though I know it´s useless cause there´s only one Blaine Anderson at this school.
"Oh, white boy, we´re in big trouble." Merce hisses and as if to confirm her,the aforesaid boy is walking right towards us. As fast as I can, I drive backwards and start searching for another free space. It´s not like I´m afraid of the curly head with the gloomy eyes who happens to still be walking right towards my car and is looking undenyably hot doing it. I´m just not really keen on an encounter with him right on my first day of school after summer break.
My plans to avoid Blaine get foiled when he bars my way to the school´s front door and thereby forces me to look right into those hazel eyes that contain some small hints of green being viewed at close rage.
"What do you want, Anderson?" I try to sound calm even though my knees start to squat.
"Your driving´s a total disaster." he points out dryly.
"Fine. That it? Cause I´d love to be on time for my first period."I try to slip past him but he simply grabs my arm and spins me around so I face him again.
"In case you ever need a real man to teach you how to drive, just call me." he offers with a smug grin. All of his pards are watching by now and they start whistling and jeering, which almost makes me blush. But I´ve learned to cover my embarrassement pretty well so I just stick with rolling my eyes.
"I think we´ve got pretty different images of what being a real man means, Anderson. Now will you let me pass?"
Smiling sneeringly, he moves out of my way, but makes a big deal out of bowing to me first. I don´t pay any attention to his friends´ laughter and instead pull Merce towards the front door with me. As soon as these douchebags are out of sight, she lets the breath she´s been holding out through her teeth.
"Jesus, Kurt! What were you doing? Do you wanna die before you even graduate?"
"Nothing gives this conceited douchebag any right to crucify people whenever he wants to." I reply angrily.
"You sure about that? Cause I think the wristband he´s wearing tells a different story. Kurt, this guy´s dangerous. I heard he´s even carrying a gun with him." Despite my currently bad mood this makes me laugh. Mercedes really believes everything people tell her.
"He´s not dumb, Merce, so he´s definitely not bringing a gun to school." She´s still looking pretty sceptical, but then she simply shrugs and says: "Whatever. I´m not the one getting shot in the school parking lot."
"Who´s getting shot?" a familiar voice asks behind me. I turn around and there, standing right in front of me is my boyfriend Chandler. His usually brown short hair got bleached almost blonde from the summer sun and he´s wearing a big smile on his face.
"Chandler!" I call out and a few seconds later he already holds me in his arms and presses me tight against his own body. Then he gently pushes me a bit away so he can press a quick kiss on my lips.
"Now who´s getting shot?" he repeats then.
"Just forget about it. The only thing that matters is that we´re together, right?"
"You make forgetting about things a lot easier looking as hot as you do, Babe." He leers a bit, then pulls me towards himself again and lets his hands travel down my back.
Right at this moment, I´m just happy that the last two months didn´t change things between Chandler and me. For an instant, everything in my life seems to be okay.
Chandler puts his arm around my waist and we start walking towards the classrooms when suddenly Blaine and his entourage pass us brawly. Chandler raises his eye brows in a disparaging way.
"Why do they even keep coming here? Half of them probably won´t ever manage graduating. And if they do, what use is it to them? They won´t get a decent job anyway." He lets out a contemptible snort.
I bite my lips in order not to say something I´ll regret. I know he has a point but I just can´t stand my boyfriend talking about people like that. Instead of telling him to back down I tell him though: "I almost ran over Blaine Anderson´s motorcycle just a few minutes ago."
"Well then why didn´t you finish what you started? He would´ve deserved it." Chandler chuckles. "Besides, that would´ve been some sort of alternation. It´s always so freaking boring here."
`So you´d rather pick me up from the floor in tiny pieces?´I think to myself, but say nothing though. I´m way too glad to have him back. I´d never start a fight now. Instead I give him one more kiss and then set off to my first period.