Real pobas 4a
1st A/N: In chapter 2, Kurt was actually at his first day of school but I've decided to change it to his third week instead, although it doesn't change much in the story's progression. Ignore this note if you have been reading after I've updated that.
2nd A/N: reminder that italics are thoughts and linebreak is the a change in POV.
Disclaimer: poor judgement in fashion.
Wet, sloppy kisses to those who had made it this far!
Two days after the incident in the Director's office, Blaine finds himself in the hallway of a foreign school. Staring at his new timetable after coming out from a meeting with the Principal, Blaine has never felt any less cared for in a school by its committee, and that's coming from someone that has experience with the worst middle school in Westerville. He adjusts the timetable in his hands, as if the way to homeroom will miraculously light up in the sheet of paper if he looks at it at the correctangle. Blaine sighed; he was ready to be focused and dedicated to this undercover mission, setting aside his silly school boy crush of the boy in the photo. This mission might probably make or break Blaine in the eyes of his father. He can't afford to screw it up again, and definitely not for an unknown boy in a black and white photo, no matter how intriguing he is. He shoved the timetable into his satchel, deciding to use his charms instead to navigate him through McKinley. He taps a passing student in the hallway.
"Excuse me, I'm new here and I—"
Blaine stops short and stares agape. His eyes were a mixture of blue-green (but more so blue, Blaine observes) he had the palest of skin and had freckles on his face. He was pretty much the same in the photo except he grew out of his baby fat. Out of all the students in McKinley High, Blaine had apparently tapped the one and only, Kurt Hummel.
When Blaine reeled in his urge to proclaim his love for him, he actually sees the apprehension in Kurt's pretty eyes. How his chin was upturned, his features wearing a guarded expression. He clears his throat, and introduces himself.
"My name's Blaine,"
Blaine mentally berated himself for the error of momentarily forgetting his cover name. But who could blame him? Kurt's gorgeous.
He offers a hand to Kurt, but Kurt stares at his hand as if he was offering him a pink chicken wing instead.
"Kurt,"
He accepts the proffered hand, giving Blaine a quick shake after what it seems like eons ago. Kurt gives him a cautious smile. Blaine tugs his bowtie, suddenly very self-conscious in front of him.
"So you're new here?"
"Yeah, and I'm a bit lost." Blaine shrugs, a bit sheepish.
Kurt hummed in response, "So which class you're heading off to?"
"Homeroom,"
"Well you're in luck, I'm heading there too."
With that, he continues his advance to homeroom; Blaine had to jog a little to catch up with him.
"So you're a senior here?" Blaine says, mimicking Kurt's question before.
"Yeah, one more year before I say 'Adieu' to this backward town," he says, eyes darting to every opened door.
"To New York, I presume."
"The one and only,"
They stop outside the homeroom, Blaine sees Kurt jump a little when a locker nearby slams shut too loudly. Without thinking, he places a hand on Kurt's shoulder. Kurt looks at the hand on his shoulder then at Blaine, giving him a watery smile.
"It's going to be alright, Kurt."
This is one of the few days when Kurt had decided to grace his presence in this ungodly ground of a school. Be it too low or too high, his Navigator's mileage might bring suspicion and ultimately concern from Carole or his dad. He plans to ditch homeroom and hide in the auditorium, or the cafeteria until the period ends. Walking through the hallway, he quickens his pace, his alerts high. As he passes the Principal's office, a tap on his shoulder jolts his body to defensive mode. He twirls around to face the perpetrator, ready to give the best bitch glare for ruining his outfit for the day. Instead of cold, disgusting Slurpee to his face, someone was talking to him.
"Excuse me, I'm new here and I—"
He's shorter than Kurt, hair gelled and almost glued to his skull. Hazel-brown eyes, is there flecks of green in it? That reflects uncertainty but warm regardless. He's wearing a charming smile, Kurt had almost let his guard down and smiled back, but years in is this school had him reconsider his action. His mouth slightly agape as he stares at Kurt and Kurt felt like he is scrutinised. The stranger introduces himself.
"My name's Blaine,"
The stranger, Blaine, extends his hand, expecting Kurt to shake it, Kurt has acquainted with many hands before; hands that tossed him into dumpsters, hands that pushes him to lockers, and a specific pair of hands that terrifies Kurt more than anything else. He snaps out of his reverie, Blaine waiting expectantly for him to shake it, his smile never waning. Instead, it grew wider when Kurt returns the gesture.
"Kurt,"
Infected by his pleasant disposition, Kurt smiles a little. Blaine tugs at his bow tie, and Kurt sees the stranger's outfit: a white polo shirt over dark blue sweater vest, topping it off with a bowtie, is that a candy striped bowtie? There was something about Blaine that reminds him of a child.
"So you're new here?"
Kurt says; making conversation so he wouldn't be caught staring.
"Yeah, and I'm a bit lost." Blaine shrugs.
Kurt hummed in response, "So which class you're heading off to?"
"Homeroom,"
Kurt calculates the possibility of running into jocks on the way to home room. He contemplates whether he should take the risk to personally bring Blaine to it, or, if verbal directions will suffice. He is reminded of a toddler lost in a shopping mall and applied it to his situation, internally, Kurt sighs.
"Well you're in luck, I'm heading there too."
"So you're a senior here?"
"Yeah, one more year before I say 'Adieu' to this backward town," he says, eyes darting to every opened door; you can never be sure if they are there, and if so, Kurt wants to be prepared.
"To New York, I presume."
"The one and only,"
They stop outside the homeroom, Kurt couldn't help but flinch when a locker nearby slammed too loudly, Blaine seems to have taken notice of that. He places a firm and reassuring hand on Kurt, his eyes warm and bright.
"It's going to be alright, Kurt."
For the first time in years, he actually believed it.
As always, thoughts and ideas are welcomed with home baked cookies and hot chocolate~