Before this starts, I just want to apologise if I get anything wrong about American schools etc.. I'm English so I don't know that much about them :)
Oh yeah, I'm also sorry that this took so long to upload for something that's really quite short, but it's been a busy few weeks. :/
The run-up to lunch was uneventful for Kurt, he couldn't even remember half of it because he slept through the lessons. Nobody dared wake him up, not after first period. He was falling asleep, when the girl next to him prodded his arm to wake him up again. Luckily, he didn't break her finger, but it was a close one.
When he entered the canteen, it was loud and messy. Jocks were throwing food at a table holding the group that had approached Kurt this morning, plus a few more unfortunate souls, minus the boy and girl in black. The next thing that caught his eye was the Cheerleader table, right in the middle of the canteen. It was all girls, sitting around doing their hair and make up. A few were looking Kurt's way, smiling suggestively at him, one even winking. Rolling his eyes, the pale boy made his way to the front of the line, glaring at people to let him in front of them, and grabbed an apple, before making his way outside into the scorching heat. He pealed off his jacket as he walked towards the bleachers, revealing a tight purple tee and sprayed on black skinny jeans. Once he got to the bleachers, he spotted the two people missing from the nerds table, sitting on a ratty yellow couch smoking. Smirking, Kurt strode up to them and, without a word, took the cigarette out of the boy's mouth and sucked the end, revelling the burn of the smoke filling his lungs. When he looked back down at the boy, he was met with warm honey coloured eyes that glistened in the sunlight. Now that he was closer, he could see stubble lining his chin round soft, pink lips. His skin was olive toned and perfect, and Kurt couldn't look away. Neither could the boy, it would seem. Finally, the girl broke the silence.
"Are you just going to stare at each other, or are you going do something? Because this is uncomfortable." Her voice rang out clear and bright, snapping Kurt out of his trance.
"Fuck off Quinn, go play with Beth." The boy sneered. By the hurt expression on 'Quinn's ' face, Kurt could see that he'd hit a nerve. The girl stood and stormed off, leaving the boys to stare behind her.
"Soooo" said Kurt, breaking the awkward silence following the girls storm out. He sat down on the couch next to the boy on the couch, taking another drag from the cigarette.
"What's your name?" The question was sudden, and it managed to send shivers down Kurt's spine. The voice was rich and smooth, perfectly matching the roughness in the boys face.
"Kurt." He replied, sinking back into the couch. Glancing sideways at the boy, Kurt saw a slight smirk painting his lips.
"I'm Blaine." Was the reply, before the boy's fell into comfortable silence.
Not long after, the bell rang in the distance, signalling the end of the school day. With a sigh, Kurt slid off the couch and started making his way towards the parking lot. Before he got far however, his wrist was grabbed by a warm calloused hand, and he was pulled back, straight into Blaine's lap.
"Give me your number?" Blaine whispered in his ear. Kurt couldn't think straight being so close to the boy, so he just nodded dumbly and handed over his phone. He watched as practised fingers flew over the screen while Blaine entered his number. He then hit call, and Kurt could feel a vibration go up his thigh from the other boy's phone. "Thanks, babe." Blaine whispered again, before he lifted Kurt off his lap and onto the cushion next to him. With one final wink, he strutted out to his car, leaving Kurt on the couch with wide eyes and very uncomfortable jeans.