The removals company had put all furniture simply anywhere where space was. Luckily they placed Kurt's bed into the room which should become his new bedroom, so he directs his bed, puts a mattress on it and goes to the living room in which they had eaten pizza. Burt sits on a few cartons with a beer in his right hand, friendly snoring. Kurt covers him with a rug.
Finally, he lies in his own bed, too tired to sleep. He stares at the ceiling and remembers how this guy said that he lives directly above them. Kurt hears steps over him.
Oh no ... that creepy house has walls and floors as thin as paperboard.
After a while he hears some sort of metal squeaking. Just one time, but after a few minutes the squeaking continues in an expressing rhythm.
No no no! I don't wanna hear that.
He presses himself into the pillows. The noise is getting even louder and Kurt feels ashamed and angry at the same time. But he can't deny that thinking of that guy having sex makes him kind of - NO! Stop thinking about it, Hummel!
Kurt's trying to fight against his hardening cock. You don't know him. You don't even know his name. Which was Kurt's fault because he can't remember any names. After an eternity the noise stops and somehow Kurt can fall asleep.
Kurt and his dad spent the whole Sunday with cleaning up the mess and trying to set up the apartment.
"You are afraid of school, aren't you?" Burt says without any advance warning as they clear out the cartons. Kurt looks to his dad who is staring at his son.
"Well, always after summer holidays," he says and smiles, trying to take away his dad's sorrows.
"You will have lots of fun."
"Yeah, of course. You also at your work."
The silence is scarifying so Kurt decides to go to bed.
"I'm tired dad. I'm gonna sleep. Good night."
"Good night, son."
It was just about 8 p.m. But working the whole day in the flat made Kurt really exhausted. He is close to falling asleep as he hears that known noise above him again.
Does he fuck every day or what?
Kurt puts his headphone in and feels really lonely. He misses his mother every day since she's been gone.
But his dad is right, this school will be great. It just has to be.
"Bye dad."
As Kurt opens the door on Monday morning, that guy stands there and gives him a warm, beautiful smile.
"Good morning. Let's hurry up or we'll be too late," this one means.
"What are you doing here?"
"I've been waiting for you," Blaine says with a self-confident gaze. Kurt doesn't know what to say, but this boy was right - it's late.
So both go the way to school together.
"It's a good place for living. School is just 10 minutes away."
"Excuse me, what was your name again?"
Kurt looks at the stranger who stops and stretches out his hand.
"I'm Blaine."
Kurt takes it and shakes it briefly.
"Kurt."
Blaine laughs.
This laugh ...
"I know. We've already been so far."
"Sorry. I have a problem keeping names in mind," Kurt mumbles and averts his gaze.
Blaine nods, smirking about the new detail he just got to know. Meanwhile Kurt's stomach starts to ache as he sees his new school.
"Hey Blaine," a few guys say. They're standing next to the door and wave to Blaine. These girls and boys seem to be nice, but Kurt can't deny how uncomfortable he feels while they're walking towards them. He hates people who think that a friend's friend is also their friend.
"Hey ya," Blaine greets them from a distance.
"Okay. Thanks for showing me the way. I'll go to the principal," Kurt whispers to him and wants to walk away, but Blane holds his arm.
"I'll introduce you and then I'll bring you to the principal."
"No, you don't have to ..." Kurt is so angry at Blaine because he really doesn't want to meet new people. He hates people. And, if he'd like to meet some, then he wants to do that by himself without any help. But Blaine ignores his resistance and suddenly - they reached them.
"That's Kurt. He's new in town and my neighbour and if we're lucky he comes into our class."
Kurt blushes. He hates when everybody stares at him, scrutinizing him from head to toe as he'd be an object.
"Hey Kurt. Hey." The guys are smiling and nodding while Kurt is just embarrassed.
"Hi."
Blaine puts one hand on Kurt's shoulder.
"I'll bring him to the principal before the lessons start."
They're walking along the school floors while Blaine is telling him stuff about the school, the teachers and the principal. But, Kurt doesn't listen. He's too annoyed although he doesn't really know why.
"So, here it is," Blaine says smiling, again.
"Do you smile the whole day?"
"You're welcome. It was a pleasure to show you the way to school and to the principal and introducing you to my friends." And actually, his smile fades away.
Thus not ...
"I never asked you to do so. And now - leave!"
"Why are you so unfriendly?" Blaine asks, really disbanded.
"I'm not unfriendly," Kurt says, turns around and knocks on the door in the same moment as the bell rings. Blaine leaves.
Finally, he enters the door. Blaine had already given up any hope that they'll be in the same class. Same time he is disappointed in himself that he's still happy to see this person, although he had been so cruel to him.
The time has come for Kurt, standing in front of the class, (yeah of course the class with that crazy boy) forced to tell something about himself.
"Hello I'm Kurt Hummel. My dad and I just moved here two days ago ... so I'm not familiar with this part of the country ..." Kurt stops talking. He has nothing to add. Nothing that he wants to add. But the teacher wants to know more.
"So Kurt what do your parents?"
"My dad works in an Auto Repair."
"And your mother?" Kurt gasps for air. Oh no - he thinks, knowing the sad story.
"She is dead," Kurt mumbles and drops his head.
As expected all look up to him, astonished and pitying.
"Well, Kurt ... in the first row there's a seat for you."
Kurt sits down and the teacher starts to talk while Kurt starts to dream.
During the lessons, a creepy girl next to Kurt is smiling at him without any interruption. Kurt smiles back one time - because of decency. The girl looks like a ... well ... a nerd. Wearing an awkward robe and big black really ugly glasses. The bell rings – finally ... break, Kurt sighs.
"Hello, I'm Eva. Nice to meet you. My dad died three years ago. I like the shoes that you wear. I would never wear black shoes like you. I mean black is beautiful, but you have to know - " Please stop talking, I really wanted to like you ... Kurt sees that Blaine walks towards them.
"Really? You don't say. You're so funny! HAHAHA!" Suddenly, Kurt laughs out so loud, that the half classroom looks at him, he wanted to show Blaine that he's in a conversation and really doesn't want to talk with him right now. This one understands, turns around and goes on talking with his friends. At the same time, Eva stares at Kurt.
"I didn't say anything funny."
"Forget it Emma."
"Eva."
"Whatever."
Kurt feels really pissed off and decides to spend the rest of the break into the toilets. He sits in the cabin, trying to fight back the tears, without any success. Suddenly, the door opens and he hears guys talking.
"The new guy is strange. - Oh yeah – I mean he preferred talking to Eva than to Blaine!"
They laugh.
"He was in conversation." Kurt recognizes Blaine's voice.
"What did you even want from him? - Yeah that was really strange. He just started laughing when he saw that you were on the way."
"You guys are really weird today! Why are you-" Blaine interrupts his own sentence, he realizes that no matter what he says he can't stop them thinking the way they are doing right now.
"Is he also gay? Did you already have sex?"
Kurt hears two laughs and a sigh.
"I thought you guys were different ... No we hadn't sex. And, if you wanna know whether he's straight or gay, just ask him by yourselves!"
The door closes.
"Oh man, did I say something wrong? - Now, just the truth, and I'm sure he's into the new one..."
Suddenly a cabin opens and Kurt steps in front of the two.
"Woaah, Hey Kurt! Did you hear everything?"
Kurt nods with crossed arms.
"I'm not judging you. And I wanted to give Eva a chance to know what she's like. You can't say how people really are, until you talked to them, you know."
He leaves.
The school bell rings and the students run out of the classroom, just wanting to get home after a long horrible day.
"Bye Kurt. See you tomorrow."
"Bye, Eva."
Kurt packs his bag, when unexpectedly Blaine stands in front of him.
"Hey Kurt, do you think you'll find the way home?"
Slowly, Kurt raises his head. Something in Blaine's gaze has changed, Kurt isn't really sure what it was. It just seems less happy, but more ... real?
"Oh hey. I suppose I'm gonna make it."
Blaine nods, staring at the ground and thinking about what to say.
"If you're not sure ... I mean ... We could go home together ... so that you are sure for tomorrow -"
"That'll be great. Thank you Blaine," Kurt says smiling, while Blaine raises his eyebrows.
So he can smile, can be nice ... and he remembered my name.
Blaine starts to smile.