Tuesday: Days Until Prom: 18

"Hello McKinley High. My name is Blaine Anderson. And I am going to conquer you."

Yeah, he was lame, but whatever. With one final deep breath, he stepped forward, opened the doors, and entered his new school. At first, he didn't get too many looks, but a lot of double takes. Then, it apparently got down the hall.

Yeah, his Grandma was awesome.

That's why, the moment he agreed to move in with her, she instantly got shirts. Tons and tons of shirts. His choices:

G.A.Y. (Girls are Yucky): He liked that one, he liked it a lot.

G.A.Y. (Guys are Yummy): It might put out a message that he was available though...

Your Boyfriend Loves Me: While possibly true, nah.

My Boyfriend Loves Me: He knew that was true, but Kurt might be mad at him...although, Kurt would probably be mad at him for wearing a shirt anyway. Unwanted attention.

Sorry ladies, I'm gay.: This one would be useful...

Gay men suck. (If you ask nicely): Why yes, his Grandmother, his 70 year old GRANDMOTHER got him this shirt.

Can I vote on your marriage now?: He would love to, but only the smarter ones would get it.

He had many a wonderful choice, but had finally decided on:

Gay by Birth.
Proud by Choice.

So, that was an explanation for why they were looking at him that way. Plus, he really stood out with the bright rainbow background his shirt sported, his favorite pink sunglasses, the rainbow ribbon on his wrist, and to top it all off, a black leather jacket.

Yeah, he was cool like that.


"Oh. My. God." Mercedes gaped at something behind him and Kurt waved a hand in front of her face, not caring what was behind him.

"Merci!" he snapped his fingers in front of her face and she turned her attention back to her. She now looked like she couldn't decided between laughing, or smiling hugely at him, or both. "What?"

"Uhm, Kurt, does Blaine have school today?" Kurt narrowed his eyes at her.

"Yes, why?"

The answer was given in the form of an arm being slung around his shoulder. He glanced sideways, then had to physically turn his head in that direction, because he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

"Oh. My. God."

"Hey baby!" Blaine chirped, and then, with all the students of the school staring at them, he leaned forward, forcing Kurt against the lockers, and proceeded to stick his tongue down his throat. In front of everyone. All the students.

This went over about as well as you expected it to.

Kurt gasped as the freezing cold ice slithered down his face and Blaine's. Blaine on the other hand, simply grinned, licking his lips. "Thanks! We love kinky stuff like this!"

And then, he proceeded to start licking Kurt's face. Moaning. Moaning, very loudly. In front of everyone. All the students.

Kurt wasn't certain if anyone could tell the difference between the red slushie and his skin now. Their colors matched.

"Get some!" Came Santana's cry, as she appeared, flanked by Dave, winking at Kurt's petrified face (which was still being licked by Blaine), before taking off down the hall after the guy who threw the slushy. He had bolted, of course, the moment Blaine decided to create a sex life that didn't exist for them.

Which reminded him.

"Get off of me!" Kurt hissed, slipping under Blaine's arm and away from his tongue. Blaine pouted at him, looking quite hurt, especially with half of his face covered in red dye and ice. But Kurt knew better, he saw the spark in his eyes, the corner of his lip twitching as he attempted to refrain from smirking.

He grabbed his boyfriend's hair, which he noticed in surprise had no product in it, and forced him to follow him into the bathroom. Mercedes following them also, and looking much, much, much too amused. She started to follow them, but was cut off.

"What just happened?" Azimio asked, looking at the pissed off Kurt, and snickering Blaine as they slipped into the girl's bathroom.

"Not exactly sure, but it was funny as hell!" Mercedes chirped, attempting to move pass him again.

"Hey, before you go check on those two, I wanted to ask if-"

"Hey beautiful!" Rashad appeared, kissing Mercedes on the cheek, before slinging an arm over her shoulder. "I heard a commotion from down this hallway, are you okay?"

"I'm fine." Mercedes laughed, "It was just something Blaine did, I don't know why he's here though."

"Blaine?" Rashad questioned, tugging her away from Azimio, who glared daggers at his back for a few moments, before heading off to class.

"Kurt's boyfriend." she explained. Rashad frowned.

"Oh."

"What?" Mercedes asked, seeing his frown. she pulled away from him.

"Nothing. I just thought that his...boyfriend went to another school." Rashad shrugged, attempting to replace his arms on her shoulder.

"Anthony, you almost sound...homophobic?" Mercedes raised an eyebrow at him and Rashad snorted.

"Are you joking? I was the one that helped Kurt after he got attacked! I'm not homophobic. I was just confused." he explained and Mercedes relaxed.

"Oh, okay then." she slipped back under his arm and snuggled into his side. "I just could not be with anyone who didn't love my boy Kurt."

"Like Azimio." Rashad jumped in, and Mercedes looked up to him.

"Nah, he's okay. Ever since Karofsky came out, he's been cool." Mercedes informed him, continuing to walk towards their class.

"Yeah, to Karofsky. Karofsky doesn't act like the stereotype, so he can easily pretend that he's straight." Rashad pointed out. Mercedes frowned.

"That's true, but Azimio has been fine with Kurt. He's an okay guy Anthony, even if he's kind of a jerk. He's not a homophobic jerk like he seemed at first." Mercedes defended him. Rashad held his hands up in surrender.

"Okay, okay, chill, don't get angry." Mercedes chuckled.

"Why does everyone assume I'm angry all the time? It's called being sassy!"


"Blaine, what were you thinking?" Kurt growled the moment the girl's bathroom door shut behind the two of them. He grabbed the chair the gleeks kept, just in case a slushee war began, and plopped Blaine down on it.

"I was thinking that I was very happy to see my boyfriend, and that McKinley needed a little gay wake-up call!" Blaine chirped, completley unapologetic. Kurt forced his head back into the sink with a little more force than what was necessary.

"Well, that's great. Do you know how much you could have just stirred the pot? Up until this point, you were like a unicorn. McKinley had heard that I had a boyfriend, they may have seen a picture or two, but they really didn't believe that you existed and that there was a real possibility of not only Santana, Brittany, Dave, and Sam going to prom with same genders, but of the boy who started it all, the gay one from the start bringing someone. Now, they know how serious this is."

"And that's a bad thing?" Blaine fired back immediatley after he finished speaking. Kurt sighed.

"Not necessarily, but it does mean that I'm probably going to get some more attention from your actions." Kurt said, gently running his fingers through Blaine's hair to get the slushee out. "Why aren't you wearing hair gel?" he paused, "Or your uniform for that matter?"

"What uniform?" Blaine's mouth twitched as he attempted to not smile, especially when Kurt spared him a dry look.

"Hmm, well let's see, maybe your school uniform? You know, the place you should be right now?" Kurt stated sarcastically.

"I am at school." Blaine shrugged, grin spreading across his face. Kurt rolled his eyes, pulling him up out of the sink.

"Haha. Funny, I meant your school." he grabbed a towel from his bag and started dabbing at Blaine's face and hair.

"I am at my school."

Kurt froze, pulling the towel away from Blaine.

"That isn't funny Blaine." Kurt laughed nervously, not wanting to hope. He continued dabbing at his face, putting all his focus into the task.

"What isn't funny?" Blaine pouted, "I thought you'd be happy that I transferred!"

Kurt let the towel drop to the floor, gaping at Blaine. "Are you...are you serious?" he whispered, lips curling up. Blaine nodded eagerly, and then got two armfuls of Kurt. He released a half-strangled 'oof' as Kurt slammed into him, throwing his arms around his neck. Since he was unprepared for this, the chair was also unprepared for this. Kurt and Blaine flailed in sync for a moment as the chair started to tip backwards, before Blaine fell on his back, and Kurt fell on top of him.

"I love you! I love you! I love you!" Kurt pressed kisses on his cheeks, forehead, chin, nose, all over his face, before finally pressing their lips together. Blaine chuckled into the kiss, running a hand down Kurt's back.

"Jeez, if I had known I would have gotten that reception, I would have switched schools awhile ago."


R & R.