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Blaine was opening his locker to retrieve his world geography book when he heard familiar voices arguing coming from down the hallway.
"Look me in the eye, Sebastian! Look me in the eye and TELL me that you aren't sneaking around with her!" Blaine turned slightly to hear better.
Sebastian turned towards Kurt, looked him straight in the eye, and lied through his teeth. "I am NOT sleeping around with Santana, Kurt. She just needed some help with a project." What project? Thought Blaine. Anatomy? "Hey, look at me." Kurt's watery eyes met Sebastian's. "I love YOU and only you, kay?" Blaine clenched his fists at the nerve of him. It was bad enough that he was cheating in the first place, but lying about it right to Kurt's face made it about ten times worse.
Kurt looked down and smiled at the ground. "I know you do, it's just... You being bi means that I have DOUBLE the competition. I don't want to lose you. That's all..."
Sebastian smiled. "You're not gonna lose me, okay? I'll see you after school." He walked away with his bags in tow.
"Okay." Kurt turned slightly towards Blaine, who had been listening in. "Eavesdrop much?" he asked snarkily. He began to walk away then suddenly turned to face Blaine. "Meet me at the Lima Bean by 6:30 today, mandatory. No questions asked. Then, we'll go to my house."
They hadn't even begun to rehearse, and already, Kurt was getting under his nerves, with his bossy-bitch-diva persona. Blaine wasn't usually one to have good comebacks, or care for them really, but in this case, he just couldn't help himself. "I'm flattered, really, but you have a boyfriend and you're definitely not my type."
Kurt's usually pale face turned pink. "That's- I didn't... Just shut it, Anderson!" He turned away and walked down the hall. "And don't be late for practice! I don't want to get a bad grade just because we can't work through your squeaking!" he shouted.
"Wouldn't miss it for the freaking world!" he called out sarcastically. It was going to be an interesting few months. That is, if they didn't end up strangling each other first.
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Quinn and Blaine walked down the hallway together, Blaine heading to geography, Quinn heading to algebra.
"How you doing?" asked Quinn.
Blaine groaned. "Well, I got stuck with Kurt as my partner... How do you think I'm doing?" Blaine regretted saying that immediately. "I'm sorry, that was selfish... You're the one who I should he asking if you're ok! How are things with Puck?"
She shrugged. "I don't know why people assume that things are awkward between us. We are both young, mature, adults who can put all that nastiness behind us."
Blaine gave her a sideways glance. ""Puck" and "mature" in the same sentence without the use of the word "not" is implausible."
"Ok, so I'M a mature young adult and Puck is... Well, he's still Puck. So..."
"You think you'll be alright?" asked Blaine.
She nodded. "I know how he can be. My heart is safe."
Blaine looked at her disbelievingly. She may put up a tough exterior, but inside, she was the same insecure girl that every teenager was inside. "Ok, well, I guess I'll see you later, then."
She smiled. "Bye, you dork."
He laughed. "You do realize that you're calling me a whale's penis, right?"
She waved at him. "Is that supposed to make me want to retract my statement?"
"Touché."
They split in different directions an Blaine walked into his World Geography class. He had the pleasure of sharing that class with Kurt, Santana, and Brittany. As soon as everyone was settled, Mrs. Garza came up in front of the whiteboard and asked, "Who can tell me what the rain shadow effect is?"
Brittany was the first to raise her hand. Mrs. Garza looked impressed and the rest of the class looked at her curiously. "Ms. Pierce."
"It's when the clouds get upset that everyone is dancing in their pee so they close up the sun, making rain shadows!"
Blaine headdesked and groaned a little bit. This was the reason he never got to learn anything in this class, which, unlike his fellow classmates, was something he wanted to do in order to actually graduate.
"That's ridiculous, Britt!" said Kurt. "Everyone knows that the rain shadow effect is when it rains so much that the rain causes a shadow that you can't see through!"
He buried his face into his palms and muttered to himself, "The rain shadow effect is when clouds containing condensed water droplets accumulate at the top of mountains, unable to pass them, creating a temperate climate on one side, and a desert like climate on the other..." He had to learn SOME how, right? McKinley didn't have separate classes for the academically advanced, so through the years, Blaine learned that repetition was the best tool.
It was only meant for Blaine's ears, but of course, Mrs. Garza picked up on it. The woman had ears like a mouse. "Thank you, Mr. Anderson! Now, will you please repeat the definition of the rain shadow effect for the whole class?"
"Yeah," said Santana with a mockingly sweet smile. "Why don't you go and show off how incredibly bright you are? Frigging showoff..."
Blaine turned bright red. He really didn't like being called out on. "The rain shadow effect is when clouds containing condensed water droplets accumulate at the top of mountains, unable to pass them, creating a temperate climate on one side, and a desert like climate on the other..." He said softly.
"Thank you! Now everyone turn to pages 123 and 124 in your textbooks so we can popcorn read about exceptions to climate dealing with latitude."
Blaine spent the next hour daydreaming about exceptions. There were exceptions to everything, weren't there? Let's see, climate? Check. Cheerios? Nope. They were all just robot clones, made to conform to the mold of society, never to break it, or challenge it, content just being. Never wanting to do more than be at the top. That's how things were... Why were things like that though? He did wonder...
The bell rang and everybody grabbed their things as they headed out the door. While Santana was passing Blaine, she knocked over his binder and sent it tumbling to the floor, papers scattering everywhere.
"Oops," she remarked sarcastically. He got on his knees to pick it up, thankful that his next class was just across the hall. It was then that he noticed a purple binder sitting on the top of a vacated desk.
He slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed towards it. There was no name on the outside, so he opened it up. It was neatly organized, with notes on one side and old assignments on the other. He opened one of the spirals and read, 'The rain shadow effect is when clouds containing condensed water droplets accumulate at the top of mountains, unable to pass them, creating a temperate climate on one side, and a desert like climate on the other.'
He smiled a little bit. It felt good knowing that someone else was actually learning from him. The date though, was dated two days ago, before Blaine explained it today... So there was another person who actually gave a crap about their grades here.
He flipped through the old assignment and was shocked to see that this person had stellar grades. They had even gotten a higher grade on him on the last vocabulary quiz! He actually felt a twinge on envy...
Just then, Kurt walked through the open doorway and froze as he saw Blaine holding his binder. He briskly walked up to Blaine and snatched the binder out of his hands. "THIS" he pointed to the binder. "Does not belong to you."
"Does it belong to you?" asked Blaine.
He crossed his arms. "Yes, yes it does!"
"Then you're incredibly bright."
Kurt opened his mouth, then closed it. He was used to compliments, but none of them gave him little butterflies like this one. No one ever told him he was smart. It felt... Nice, actually. To be known for something other than just "Kurt the Cheerio". But that was who he was. Kurt the Cheerio. Or at least, what society needed him to be. He almost smiled, but caught himself just in time. "Just... Don't touch my stuff, Anderson!" He jabbed a finger at Blaine's chest. "You hear me?"
Blaine nodded and as Kurt walked away, he realized that there was more to Kurt Elizabeth Hummel than a Cheerios outfit.
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A/N: ... I feel like there's something important that needs to be said but I can't, for the life of me remember what it is...
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