Chapter Four: I'm Not Used to This

The rest of the week went by fairly quickly. New Directions were busy recruiting for auditions Monday. They put flyers everywhere. They did an impromptu performance of a Mash-up of Sugarcult's "Los Angeles" and Phantom Planet's "California". Mike, Finn, Sam, Puck and Artie spoke to the football boys again, and Mr. Shue even bribed Santana with a solo to talk to the Cheerio's (behind Sue's back of course). Even Mercedes and Blaine (who still hadn't auditioned) spoke to lonely little freshman in the hallway. Kurt felt like he was the only one who wasn't contributing. It was Friday lunch, and Kurt was sitting at his usual table alone. Sam and Mercedes were having a secret rendezvous, Blaine was tutoring a new friend in his French class, and the rest were at respective football, Cheerio, and Asian American club meetings. That left Kurt, and much to his dismay a hyped up Rachel, who joined him ten minutes in.

"No names on the list yet" Rachel said angrily as she plopped down next to Kurt. Kurt looked up from his salad, and frowned.

"There's still time" Kurt says optimistically. He is obviously distracted.

"Are you ok?" Rachel asks concerned. "Where's Blaine?"

Kurt rolls his eyes, "Tutoring, and yes". But that wasn't true. Kurt was freaking out because he knew tonight he would have an empty house, and he knew what that would lead to, and as much as he wanted it, he was freaking out. What if he did something wrong, what if Blaine laughed at him?

He heard a bunch of laughing come from the other side of the cafeteria and frowned when he saw a bunch of stupid kids throwing their left over lunch wrappers at this poor boy in flannel sitting by himself. Kurt observed for a moment, he seemed scrawny, so probably a Freshman. He was stylish, in a Hippie sort of way, he had shoulder length blonde hair, and black rimmed glasses. Kurt couldn't help but think back to his Freshman and Sophomore year, when he was bullied the most. Kurt got up from the table.

"Where are you going" Rachel demanded.

"To talk to that kid, maybe he wants to join Glee Club" Kurt said quietly.

"Let me come, I am lead vocalist after all" Rachel makes a move to get up from her chair.

Kurt makes a face. "No, you should stay right where you are" he says leaving an angry Rachel behind.

Kurt walks right up to the new kids table, placing both his hands on the chair directly across from the Hippie.

"Hi, I'm Kurt," he says trying to sound as confident as possible. The boy looks up from his lunch and nods. He seems hesitant, Kurt assumes it's because he thinks Kurt is there to bully him too.

"Can I sit down?" Kurt asks. The boy looks at Kurt again, searching his face for any sign of bad intentions, when he can't find any he nods again. Kurt plops down in the chair. The boy looks down at his lunch again.

"I'm Cody," he says quietly.

"I couldn't help but notice the Neanderthals giving you a hard time. I know it sucks, trust me I've been there" Kurt smiles reassuringly. "Are you a Freshman"?

Cody smiles. "Transfer Junior actually, I know I'm pretty tiny for my age". He laughs at himself. Kurt is surprised, and although it would be ideal if he were a Sophomore or Freshman, he realizes a Junior is better then nothing. "How did you deal with it?" Cody asked sincerely. Kurt is surprised again, by Junior year he should be used to bullying by now, unless he went to a school like Dalton, but based on his Hippie attire he didn't think that was possible. Cody notices Kurt's confusion and elaborates. "I'm from Massachusetts, I was pretty popular at school, had a lot of friends, a lot of girlfriends" he blushes, "I never had to deal with any of this". He motions to boys behind him. Kurt smiles sympathetically.

"I'm still dealing with it actually, being the only out gay kid at a school put's you on a lot of people's hit list". Kurt is surprised on how open he is, until he realizes Cody's reluctant look towards Kurt.

"I'm not here to hit on you" Kurt laughs, "But I joined a club, that's how I dealt. A club with people who were experiencing the same thing as me, and it wasn't till then that I started to semi enjoy High School". Cody smirks.

"And what magical club may this be" Cody asks sarcastically. Kurt takes a deep breath.

"Glee Club". Cody frowns. "I see someone has already informed you of Glee's reputation" Kurt says, not surprised by Cody's reaction. Cody just nods. "Look, I know how it sounds but it's not all bad. There are all sorts of people in the club, including football players, and cheerleaders, who have your back no matter what". Kurt laughs at Cody's response to cheerleaders. "Just think about it, if you have any interest in music, and want some friends, auditions are Monday after school". Kurt walks away, just in time for the bell to ring. Rachel instantly pounces on him.

"Well, is he going to audition", Rachel demands. Kurt rolls his eyes.

"I think there a 50/50 chance he will" Rachel doesn't look satisfied.

"Better then nothing" Kurt reassures her, as locks eyes with his boyfriend, who is waiting for him at his locker.

"Have a nice weekend Rachel" Kurt says walking away from her before giving her another chance to speak. Kurt walks right up to Blaine; taking in how gorgeous his boyfriend looks leaning against his locker.

"Hi" Kurt says breathlessly. Blaine smiles, and Kurt feels his knees turn to jelly.

"Hi" Blaine chuckles. "So Breadsticks and a movie tonight" Blaine asks.

Kurt takes a deep breath. "How about I make dinner, Carole and my dad are going to a friend of Carole's party, and Finn is taking Rachel to some ballet two hours away so he won't be around either". Kurt flushes a little.

"So your saying your house will be empty?" Blaine raises his eyebrows.

"That is what I implied" Kurt says eyes rolled. Blaine smirks.

"And your dad will be ok with that?" Blaine is skeptical.

"I'll have Carole help persuade him, be at my house at 6". Kurt kisses him quickly on the cheek, running off to catch a ride with Finn. He didn't have time to turn around and look at his very bewildered boyfriend still leaning across the locker.