Chapter 1: who the fuck are you?
Kurt Hummel was never one to believe rumors, even though his best friend was the biggest rumormonger known to man, but that's beside the point. He strongly believed unless he heard first hand from the person the rumor was regarding that it was true, he wouldn't believe it. Although maybe just this once he would let rumors persuade his thinking.
It all started when Mercedes ran up to Kurt that morning. He was already well aware of where the conversation was headed after taking one glance at her face. She had her 'I'm about to tell you the hottest new gossip at Mckinley get ready' smile on her face paired with that twinkle in her eye which often meant it would somehow affect him.
"Have you seen the new transfer student?" She asked with way too much joy necessary at 9 in the morning. Kurt knew from experience she was actually asking for an answer and just arched an eyebrow encouraging her to continue. "Apparently he only moved to Ohio last year and he's already been expelled from two schools and has been to juvie!" She added, with an odd amount of glee given the subject matter. "Oh and I haven't even gotten to the best part yet, apparently he's absolutely- "
She was cut off mid sentence by a loud bang as the school doors flung open and in walked maybe the hottest guy in existance of the world walked in, Kurt thought he might be exaggerating but then again, maybe not. He had gorgeous brown curly hair that lay perfectly on his head, paired with the most stunning honey eyes that Kurt thought he could get lost in for hours, and to top it all of he had the most alluring smirk on his beautiful lips that made Kurt just want to run up and kiss the life out of him. Who the fuck was this kid? Just as his mind started to dive further into fantasies involving this mystery man he was abruptly caught off guard by Mercedes next words.
"Oh speak of the devil there he is. Isn't he dreamy?" Mercedes uttered, interest heavy in her voice.
Well just his luck, the only guy in all of Mckinley that showed even a fleck of promise was a creepy more than likely criminal.
By now the Mystery Boy was a mere few yards from him and his best friend. Kurt couldn't help but watch the cryptic boy as he walked by, but just as Kurt was observing him, he looked up, stopped, and, wait, is he checking me out, Kurt thought. It was as if the boy knew of Kurt's confusion because he sent back a smirk that almost looked challenging, and even weirder his eyes seemed to hold a look of desire that looked as if it was directed to Kurt. Before Kurt could try to understand what just happened better, the boy started walking again.
Mercedes seemed to have seen the whole interaction too because as soon as he was out of ear shot she leaned over to Kurt. "Well, that really sucks for me but a major win for you."
"Cedes what are you talking about?" He questioned back even though deep down he probably knew what she was going on about, he just chose not to accept that fact.
"Boy I know you're not that slow" she accused, "Mystery boy over there was obviously checking you out." Kurt couldn help but snort due to how alike he and his friend were. "Laugh all you want but you know I'm right."
"Cedes he was definitely checking you out, I mean come on girl you're gorgeous." He lied, well he had no doubt she was gorgeous in every way, but he knew Mystery Boy had truly been checking him out. But come on this was Lima fucking Ohio, filled to the brim with stupid homiphic people, There was no way another gay guy existed within an 100 mile radius.
"Well that is true your girl is stunning, I saw with my own eye what just happened don't even try." Before Mercedes could say anything further the first bell rang signalling the start of school.
"Well you're wrong but bye anyway, love you." Kurt said with a smile.
"By boo, go talk to you future lover." She said over her shoulder as she walked away.
Starting a new school was nothing new for Blaine Anderson. What was surprising was seeing the most attractive boy he'd ever had the pleasure to lay his eyes on when he walked through the doors of his new school. Sure he slept with enough boys to provide a prostitute competition. And some of them were definitely his type, but not to the extent this striking boy was.
While Blaine didn't like to stereotype, there was no way this boy didn't play for his team. No straight boy in Ohio could pull off any of his clothes. I mean come on he was wearing a neckerchief, but absolutely no hate to it, it had to be a Dolce and Gabbana one judging by the pattern and colors he inquired, and although Blaine could easily appreciate the fashion statement, he was equally annoyed by its presence because of the barrier it created between him and the gorgeous boy's neck. He wanted nothing more than to lick up the milky skin and pleasure this boy for hours.
Blaine decided to keep walking because although that introduction to his new school would be fucking awesome, he didnt want to scare the boy. Normally he wouldn't give to shits what other people thought, but something about this boy made him want to protect him. He knew his friends, if he could even call them that, would say he's going soft if he voiced these thoughts, he couldn't make them go away. It was as though a magnet was attached to this boy and was pulling him toward him.
As he walked past him he couldn't help but stare, god if he looks this hot with all these layers of clothing and can't wait to see what he looks like without them. He noticed the handsome figure staring back with a timid look in his eyes, he smirked at the boy's evident innocence and turned to continue his journey down the hallway.
After stopping at the office to retrieve his new schedule, and relieving some of the new school jitters by getting a quick nicotine fix, the bell rang and he headed to his first class.
While he would play it off as wanting to fashionably late to prove his dominance in the new school, in all honesty he got lost on the way to his Language Arts class. Who designed schools and why the fuck didn't they number the classrooms based on where they were in the school. How was he supposed to know room 206 was on the third floor and not the second.
He threw the door open with the same force as he had done with the front doors of the school that morning, he had to suppress a laugh as he heard a small shriek come as the door hit the wall.
"Oh how nice of you to join us Mr. Anderson," A middle age woman who must have been the teacher said with a look of disdain present upon her old face. "I hope you found the classroom alright?"
Blaine did nothing to answer the old hag's question, just stared at her with a blank face.
"Ok um," She started again looking a little flustered, "Im , and we have a few class norms that I'd like you to read over and come up to me at the end of class if you have any questions." She said while handing him a sheet of paper. He scoffed at her words but still took the paper. "You may find an open seat wherever you choose, but choose wisely as these will be your seats for the rest of the year unless a problem occurs." She finished with a smile that looked forced.
He then looked over the class for the first time and his gaze landed on the same intriguing gorgeous boy from earlier. Seeing an open seat next to him he smiled to himself, this is going to be a fun year.
Kurt looked around as he walked through the doors of his honors Language Arts class, no jocks to bully him, but sadly no friends to talk to, although maybe it wasn't such a bad thing for him given how easily distracted he got. While there was a noticeably more challenging workload, it wasn't too much to bear given his natural intelligence.
As he sat and got ready for his teacher to start her lesson, he let his mind wander back to the Mystery Boy who graced his eyes while walking through the school. He couldn't help but think back to how his white v-neck t-shirt hugged his arms just right, how his black leather jacket fit just right to show off his muscles lining his chest, and most of all how his black ripped jeans fit his ass so deliciously. God that look needed to be illegal.
Kurt was just getting into his daydreaming when a loud bang sounded at the front of the room, much like what happened just that morning. In walked the boy clouding his thoughts.
Still handsome as ever but Kurt dreaded the thought that he was going to be stuck in the same class as this gorgeous specimen of a boy. Wait a minute, Kurt thought, this is honors LA there is absolutely no way this delinquent is in this class, he probably just got lost on his way to his gen-ed class.
"Oh how nice of you to join us Mr. Anderson-" Wait he's actually in this class? No, no way this is happening. How was he supposed to get any work done when that boy would be in the same room.
"...find an open seat-" Kurt's eyes went wide with the teachers words as he glanced to the side and saw an open seat on his left. He inwardly cursed when he saw a smug look cross the boy's face as he made to walk over to Kurt. This was going to be a long year.