Blaine was tempted to find Tina in the cafeteria, even though he knew she had been talking to Artie when she called out, "See you at lunch," but in the end he ate his sandwich in an empty classroom. He knew firsthand how awful those 45 minutes could be when you didn't have any friends, and he didn't want to make the mistake of sitting at the wrong table on his first day. The good thing about eating lunch alone was that it was a lot quicker, which gave him plenty of time to find his Spanish classroom. He even arrived before the teacher, sitting down in a desk near the back. Students slowly began to file in, chatting with their friends and paying no more attention to Blaine than if he was just another chair.
Blaine focused on deciphering the various carvings on his desk, but froze when he noticed a familiar blue shirt sit down in front of him. He sank down further in his seat as the teacher arrived, hoping to avoid being noticed by Kurt or anyone else. The teacher looked down at a paper on his desk, before announcing, "¡Tenemos un estudiante nuevo hoy! ¿Dónde está Blaine Anderson?" He didn't know very much Spanish, but Blaine gathered that the teacher was asking for him and slowly raised his hand a few inches, keeping his head down and already resenting this teacher for calling attention to him. The half of the class that wasn't asleep or staring at the clock turned to look at the new kid, including the blue-eyed boy in front of him. Kurt's eyes widened in recognition, before he turned back around in his seat and opened his notebook. Luckily one of the jocks took that moment to throw a paper airplane across the room, so Mr. Schuester's attention, along with most of the class, was diverted away after only a few seconds.
Blaine exhaled in relief, both at his return to anonymity and that he didn't actually have to speak in front of the class. Most of these kids had probably already forgotten his name, if they were even listening in the first place. After spending most of the class period attempting to get the students to repeat phrases that he spoke, the teacher wrote the words "proyecto grupo" on the board. Kurt groaned, but most students continued staring blankly towards the front of the classroom until Mr. Schuester said, "Group projects. You will be working en pareja – in pairs – with the person sitting behind or in front of you." He passed out a paper detailing the guidelines as he walked around the room, continuing to explain the project. Blaine looked behind him to the wall, and felt his heart leap when he turned back around to see Kurt staring at him with a frown on his face. "Supongo que estamos un grupo. Soy Kurt. ¿Eres Blaine, sí? Te vi con Tina y Artie esta mañana." Blaine stared at him for a moment before responding, "Uh…sí, me llamo es Blaine…"
Kurt rolled his eyes and muttered something that sounded like, "This is why I hate assigned partners."
"Uh, que?" asked Blaine. Kurt just shook his head and said, "Okay, I take it you're not great at Spanish. Personally, I'm pretty fabulous at languages, so I can just do most of the project, don't worry about it."
"No, no, I want to help!" Blaine protested. At his old school, he had often been the kid forced to complete most of the work for group projects and he didn't want to do that to Kurt, even if he self-admittedly was terrible at Spanish. "I took German at my other school but they don't offer that here and this is the only language class that fit into my schedule. But I will work really hard, I swear."
Kurt seemed to take this into consideration and scribbled down his email address on a scrap of paper that he handed to Blaine. "Bien," he responded tersely. "I appreciate the effort, but I won't have you bringing down my grade. Look over the rubric and send me some ideas." Before Blaine could open his mouth again, the bell rang and Kurt was out of his seat. Blaine only caught a brief glimpse of his messenger bag before it disappeared around the corner of the door, ahead of all of the other students.
