I Can Be Your Hero, Baby
Chapter 7: New Kid, New School
A/N:
Hello! A million sorrys for not updating yesterday, but it was hell!
Also thanks for the subscription and favorites for this story! But no reviews :'( I was a little sad but o well.
Nothing else to say!
I OWN NOTHING AT ALL!
*Klisses*
Kurt,
Good morning, Kurtie! I left easily this morning because I wanted to see Figgins to make sure our…'conversation' was clear. So I'll see you at school!
-Blaine :)
Kurt smiled down at the little note. Kurt was on his way to the kitchen to make breakfast for everyone when he found this note taped to Kurt's coffee cup. He laughed, Blaine already knew him so well. Kurt sipped his coffee for breakfast as he waited for Finn to come down so they could head to school. Kurt looked up to see a sleepy Finn standing there. He was dressed in a McKinley Football tee shirt and jeans. Kurt huffed as his eyes trailed Finn's giant body.
"What?" Finn said with a yawn.
"So we wake up at the same time, yet I'm always down here before you, more awake, and dressed better. How is this possible?" Kurt asked over his cup.
"I pretty much sleep for an hour and then get ready in 10 minuets." Finn said as he poured a bowl of cereal into a large bowl and then drowned it in milk. Kurt winced at the amount that one boy can eat. Finn just rolled his eyes at Kurt's expression.
"Less eye roll, more eating. I want to get to school." Kurt ordered as he rinsed out his empty cup and placed in into the dishwasher, Finn just rolled his eyes.
Blaine scribbled down a simple note and stuck it Kurt's coffee cup. A pleasant surprise I hope, Blaine thought. He took a quick look at himself; he was wearing a short sleeve green dress shirt with a black bow tie, a pair of black skinny jeans, and a black leather jacket all accompanied by a black messenger bag. Blaine had grabbed the jacket and bag was from his house, they were his father's. His father was a great man, he wasn't a fighter but he would if necessary. His father would let Blaine wear his jacket and play with his bag every once and a while so he just had to take them.
Blaine turned and walked to the back door. He didn't want to wake anyone up so he just phased through it. He clutched the strap of his black messenger bag and he ran. He ran into a bush that was on the side of the school in less then 5 seconds. He stuck his head out and looked around before getting out of the bush and brushing himself off.
Blaine walked to the front of the school and walked in the doors. There weren't very many students in the hall. Blaine turned into the main office, and walked straight into Figgins office. The man jumped when the door opened, his head shot up and he looked at the door.
"Who are you?" The man bellowed. Blaine smirked, turned around and closed the door. He walked up to the principal's desk and sat in the chair in front of it.
"I am Blaine Anderson, the new student," He claimed. Figgins flipped through papers on his desk before looking up at Blaine again.
"I'm afraid we don't have any new students," Figgins proclaimed. Blaine's smile slowly turned into a frown.
"I'm afraid you do," Blaine annunciated, leaning forward and looking into the man's eyes, "Now print a schedule for me, I don't really care what I get just as long as it's a junior schedule. I'm going to tell all the teachers that I'm a last minuet transfer student, and that they aren't allowed to question it. Nod if you understand."
Figgins robotically nodded before turning and typing on his computer. The printer suddenly came alive and printed out a sheet of paper. Blaine pulled it out and looked to see if it was acceptable.
Locker: 206
Combo: 06-02-11
1. AP English
2. American History
3. Chemistry
4.3D Art
Lunch
5. Spanish III
6. Advanced Gym
7. AP Calculus
Blaine looked back up to Figgins and nodded. He stood up and walked out his office. Blaine continued to walk out into the hallways, they were quite full now. Blaine held his head high and ignored the whispers and stares. Blaine listened to their thoughts, he just blocked them out when he realized that half of them were about how hot he was. He had no interest in any of them. All he wanted was the one Kurt Hummel. Blaine smiled to himself, Kurt was an angel. He was just perfect in everyway to Blaine. His eyes skimmed the numbers on the locker doors. 204...205…206…
Blaine turned to the locker and put in his combination. He opened and groaned at the plainness of it. It was just a boring gray, but Blaine was prepared to spice it up. He opened his bag and got out old pictures. One was of his mom and him on the beach. Another was his father with him on his shoulders. There was then a group picture of his family, picture of him and all his friends from when they were younger, and finally one there was one of Kurt, Mercedes, and himself from a photo booth at the mall.
Blaine hung up his bag just as his locker slammed shut. Blaine whipped around to see a group of jock standing in front of him with large cups of multicolored liquid.
"Well, good morning fellas, how can I help you?" Blaine quipped with a large smile on his face.
"Morning hobbit, were McKinley's 'Welcoming Committee' and we thought you could use a nice slushie facial. Free of charge of course." The largest one sneered. He looked as if he was going to throw his cup.
"Hmm, I wouldn't do that if I were you," Blaine interjected. The jock stopped and burst out laughing.
"Why not, hobbit? What can you do? I doubt you-Whoa!" The jock was interrupted by Blaine grabbing his slushie holding wrist. The other jocks started to throw their drinks. So Blaine twisted the jock's wrist, forcing him to turn around and be a shield for him, taking each slushie straight in the face.
Blaine dropped his arm and ran (at normal human speed) away from the scene. Blaine looked behind him and saw all the jocks following him. He went to turn his head to see where he was going just as he ran into someone. They both tumbled to the ground, he heard an angered shout and then a long stream of Spanish cuss words.
"What the hell! Who are-Oh, well, hello." The Latino girl immediately changed when she saw Blaine. The girl had black hair that was pulled back into a pony tail; she was also in a cheerleader uniform. Blaine hopped to his feet and helped her up. The jocks came storming up behind them within a few seconds.
"Move, Santana, this one's ours." The slushied one hissed glaring at Blaine.
"Don't get your jock strap in a knot, Karofsky. What the hell happened to you?" the girl, Santana, laughed at the sweet syrup covered jock, Karofsky. Karofsky's face contorted to an extremely pissed expression.
"This little hobbit used me as a shield when we tried to slushie him," Karofsky snapped, his eyes never left Blaine. Santana threw her arm around Blaine and laughed uncontrollably.
"Oh my god, Karofsky! This hobbit owned you! Represent! Ha, you're not getting this one, he's mine." Santana choked in between laughs, she took a deep breath to regain composure, "Now, scram before I go all Lima Heights on your asses."
The jocks all grumbled under there breath before they turned and sulked away. Blaine looked at Santana in shock, this girl had power. It's probably a good thing that she's on his side.
"You got a name hobbit?" Santana cooed placing a finger under his chin. Blaine straightened up and gently pushed her finger away.
"Blaine Anderson," He greeted as he extended his hand to her. "Thanks for saving my ass back there."
"Your welcome, hobbit, the names Santana Lopez. Those guys are asses to everyone; I'm glad someone finally grew a pair and stood up to them." Santana said clapping Blaine on the back. "So where are you from?"
"That's complicated," Blaine said rubbing the back of his neck, "You see, I'm originally from Westerville, but I was moved to Arizona and now I here."
"Interesting," Santana said her eyes raking over Blaine's body.
"Tana! Tana! Tana!" Their heads turned to see a blonde cheerleader skipping toward them.
"Hey, Britt, what's up?" Santana smiled at the pretty girl.
"Who's the dwarf?" She cooed ruffling Blaine's hair. He jerked back and quickly fixed it.
"The hobbit's name is Blaine Anderson." Santana introduced him to the girl. "And Blaine, this is Brittany Pierce."
"Do you wanna make out?" Brittany asked with a smile.
"Um, no, no thank you," Blaine said quickly.
"Why not, hobbit? Brittany is the most gorgeous girl here besides me!" Santana yelled as she glared at Blaine.
"I'm not really into that." Blaine coolly shrugged.
"What do you mean not into that? What boy wouldn't be into a cheerleader?" Santana shouted at Blaine, who just stood there calmly. Who knows what would happen if he lost his cool.
"I know a gay one." Blaine said emphasizing on the word 'gay'.
"Aw, Kurtsie will be happy to have another dolphin around!" Brittany squealed.
"Did she just call me a dolphin?" Blaine whispered over to Santana.
"A dolphin is a gay shark." Santana laughed.
"So you guy are friends with Kurt? As in Kurt Hummel?" Blaine asked.
"Yeah, how do you know Kurt?" Santana asked wiggling her eye brows.
"I'm staying at his house until I can work something out." Blaine muttered.
"You're staying with Hummel? Damn you work fast!" Santana laughed throwing her arm around Blaine once again.
"No you don't understand I-"
"Blaine!" He heard a familiar voice yell. He turned to see Kurt and Mercedes walking toward them.
"Hi guys, I see you've met Blaine." Kurt said with a huge smile.
"You bet your ass we did! So I'm standing here waiting for Britt when I get ran over by hobbit here! I look at him and I think he's pretty hot; it's a shame that he's gay. Any way, he's was getting chased by Karofsky and his Goons. Turns out Karofsky went to slushy Blaine but Blaine some how got Karofsky in the way and he got slushied instead!" Santana burst into hysterical laughter. Kurt's face turned the color of new white bed sheets.
"Kurt are you-"
That was all Blaine got in before the bell rang signaling that there were 5 minuets before the start of school. Kurt sprinted toward his first period class. Everyone else said there goodbyes and left. Blaine stood there for a few seconds before heading toward English.
He quickly got to his locker and grabbed a small binder just in case he needed it. He shut his locker and started to walk down the nearly disserted hall. He accidentally bumped someone who was at their locker.
"I'm so sorry, I-"Blaine looked up at who ha ran into and his jaw dropped. Standing in front of him was a short boy. He had spiked, dirty blonde hair and icy blue eyes.
"T-Tanner?"
A/N:
Ooooo!
When I think of Tanner I think of Niall Horan!
Sorry for the short chapter and all of the dialoge in it but I've been super busy lately! I'll make sure to catch up on my writing real soon! I promise!
Please review! I really want your feedback because I'm not sure if this is good or bad or what.
Later readers!
*Klisses*
