AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Okay, so here's the next chapter. I have a basic idea of what's going to happen. It's mainly going to be about the boys, and maybe some OOC (Out Of Character) reactions from the rest of the characters that RIB have already provided.

DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Glee. Any rights of the characters' and places' names, appearances and locations are reserved solely to RIB and FOX. The rest - well, you'll just have to wait and see, don't ya? ;)

Here goes nothing.

Chapter Two

By the end of last period, Blaine was dizzy from information and from trying to understand this weird, intricate maze of a school. He was used to people teasing him for how he dressed, so that wasn't new, but what he was unprepared for was the blatant hatred and violence he received from the athletes. The rest of the student body seemed to be happy to just ignore this, unwilling to risk Karofsky and Azimio's wrath.

His last period was Social Studies. And he was tired. Dying to get home and just snuggle in his bed and try and survive tomorrow.

He went into the classroom and was once again astonished to see Kurt sitting all by himself in the back of the class.

This has been the case in every single lesson they shared – which appeared to be every single lesson throughout the day. Kurt would sit alone, and the teacher would assign Blaine the seat beside him, the only seat available.

By this point, however, Blaine had given up on trying to make conversation with Kurt. He was radio silent ever since he led them to their English literature class and only spoke when called upon in class. Blaine was scratching his head trying to understand this beautiful, yet strange, captivating boy.

Kurt was at a loss for words. Not that it was something new for him. He wasn't that much of a chatterbox around people outside his family, but today he just couldn't even think straight.

Ever since that boy, that Blaine Anderson, was assigned to sit next to him in homeroom, he couldn't concentrate. He was constantly sneaking looks at the boy, trying to understand what it is about him that drew him like a moth to a flame.

Ever since he arrived at school and came out to his father, finally accepting himself, he became a social leper. He was pretty much willing to deal with the hatred that accompanied him everywhere and that no one would talk to him. He had no friends, no one to talk to, his only social interaction at school was when he was called upon in class – and even that occurrence was scarce – or when he needed something from a teacher.

So why did he feel the sudden urge to talk to this new boy? He was confused all day.

He finally made it to Social Studies, the final class for the day, and prayed that Blaine and he would not share the class; they have been in the same class all throughout the day and Kurt needed the emotional reprieve. But no such luck.

Blaine walked into the classroom and scanned the space, his eyes immediately locking onto Kurt's, who ducked his head, his cheeks flushing for some unfathomable reason.

The teacher looked up and pointed in Kurt's direction, Blaine nodding silently.

Great. Kurt thought disdainfully, and tried to concentrate on the curriculum that the teacher was now dictating in a monotone voice.

The following day was faring no better for Blaine.

Rachel accosted him the second his foot crossed his homeroom threshold, demanding to know whether or not he be interested in joining Glee Club, going on about something to do with her last chance at stardom and needing to apply to NYADA.

What's NYADA? Nude Erections!? Blaine was scratching his head at this point. He really did not understand this girl, and was even beginning to fear her presence.

From the corner of his eye he could see Kurt watching him with subtle amusement. That was the first positive emotion Blaine had seen the boy express ever since they met for the first time, and it lit his face gloriously.

He made his way to his seat and turned to Kurt, who once again lowered his head, fixating his gaze at the desk.

"Is Rachel always this intense?" Blaine asked, trying his best to make conversation with this silent boy.

Kurt lifted his head up, his eyes wide, the blue inside them swirling with something akin to wonderment.

"Are… are you talking to me? Still?"

Blaine cocked his head curiously. "Why wouldn't I? I haven't become mute." His eyes glinting with mirth.

Kurt flushed and shook his head. "Nothing. It's just, not many people want to talk to… someone like me."

Blaine furrowed his brow in confusion, wondering why on earth someone would not want to talk to Kurt. He would talk to him forever, if only to hear that beautiful voice. He decided to try again.

"So, Rachel?"

Kurt's mouth lifted a bit and nodded. "Yeah, she … um, she's the leader of the Glee Club and they really need new members to win Nationals, so she's always attacking the first new kid she sees."

Blaine took this information in. This was the most Kurt has spoken so far, and he was not about to give up on talking to him any time soon.

"So, what's Nude Erections?" he asked quietly.

Kurt's eyes widened, then scrunched in confusion, as he was trying to understand what Blaine was talking about. Suddenly comprehension came into his features and he began laughing.

"You mean New Directions," Kurt corrected.

"Sounds the same to me," Blaine shrugged.

"That's the glee club's name. It's been this way for three years. Just go with it."

Blaine nodded, smiling to himself.

Kurt's mind was reeling. Blaine wanted to talk to him! And not just because he wanted homework, or was going to beat him up. This was so new and strange to him. He hasn't talked with anyone his age in so long that he had to think and rethink everything he said before it came out of his mouth. He was not about to make a fool of himself in front of this gorgeous boy.

As the day went by, Blaine kept on making small conversation with Kurt, and even sat with him at his own table at lunch.

"I don't know anyone else here except you," he shrugged when Kurt's eyes widened in shock as he sat down next to him.

Kurt could see the rest of the class viciously staring at them all day long.

In English literature, when Blaine and he were working on their project together, he caught Stoner Brett watching them with astonishment.

In Math, Puck was trying his best to eavesdrop on them, clearly having heard the rumor that Kurt was talking again.

In Gym, however, Kurt sat on the sidelines as usual, Blaine joining the rest of the class, so, for the first time in a while, they were separated. Kurt wasn't complaining though, he watched Blaine in those tight shorts and couldn't help but shiver. He was definitely attractive.

Which made him even more confused. Why would a handsome, undoubtedly straight (Kurt didn't let himself daydream about it, that would just be pathetic), want to talk to him? He must have already gathered that Kurt was a leper, should always be avoided, and not spoken to under any circumstance?

By lunch, the rumor mill has spun so out of control that every student in the hall was staring at Blaine and Kurt, who were sitting at the same table.

"I haven't really made any friends yet," he shrug his shoulders innocently when Kurt asked him what he was doing.

This just had to be some kind of cruel joke the jocks were playing on him again. It had to be.

It was nearing the end of the day, and Blaine was getting more and more frustrated. For two reasons.

The first was the constant glares everyone seemed to send him and Kurt in every class they had, in the lunch hall, and while walking the corridors. It was as if speaking to Kurt was like speaking Latin. He didn't understand what the big deal was at all.

The second was Rachel. The girl seemed to pop all over the place, sending not so subtle hints that they really needed new members for the New Directions. He had to keep correcting himself in his mind whenever he thought about it.

"We're meeting in the choir room every day after school at four, just come over and see for yourself. I'm sure you'd like it and we really need new blood," she told him right before Mrs. Nolan walked into the room.

Kurt was waiting for him at their desk and Blaine was glad to have a normal conversation partner. "Man, am I glad this day is over. Rachel is like one of these weird whack-a-mole guys that keep popping till you hit one on the head." He whispered in aggravation, letting out a puff of breath.

Kurt pursed his lips in amusement.

"Still trying to recruit new people?" he asked quietly.

Blaine nodded, running his hand over his gelled hair. "Is there any way to avoid her?"

"Tell her you can't sing?" Kurt suggested.

Blaine snorted. "Maybe."

Before they knew it, class was over and it was time to head home.

Kurt was putting back his books back in his locker, keen to head home after this exhausting day. He suddenly felt the presence of someone behind him. He braced himself for the worst and slowly turned around, keeping his gaze down.

"Kurt?" he snapped his eyes up. "Are you okay?"

It was Blaine.

It wasn't Karofsky trying to shove him into a locker, or Azimio with a big cup of grape slushy. But Blaine.

He let out a sigh of relief. "Sorry, I thought you were a jock or something."

Blaine once again cocked his head to the side in confusion, his eyebrows scrunching down as well.

He really needed to stop doing that, it was beyond adorable, and Kurt was having a hard time keeping things neutral inside his head.

"All done for the day?" Blaine asked kindly.

Kurt nodded silently.

"Do you want maybe to hang out today?"

Kurt's eyes widened in shock.

He never hung out with anyone. Not ever. No boys or girls ever wanted to spend time with him. He didn't even know how to hang out.

"S-s-s-sorry. Can't. Homework. Family. Stuff." He stammered, trying his best to hide inside himself.

Blaine's expression fell in disappointment, but tried his best not to show it. "Okay, maybe some other time."

And with that, he headed out of the building and home.

Kurt was so screwed.

TA DA!

So! What do you think of Kurtsie and Blainedays? hahaha I'm so stoked for you to see what's coming next. I have a basic idea of where this is going, but I make so many changes while writing it's actually going haywire and makes me roll my eyes more than Chris Colfer's Kurt.

Once again, I would love to hear what you guys have to say about this, and whether or not I should keep up this creativity outlet. (JK, I can't stop this train from arriving at its final destination).

LOVE YOU ALL!

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