Kurt spent the whole of the Spanish lesson daydreaming. After his teacher welcomed him to the class and pointed him towards an empty desk, he effectively stopped listening and started staring out the window, thinking. Of course, he was glad to be out of Karofsky's way, and he couldn't say he missed Sue Sylvester, but he reminisced with a heavy heart about the past year or so he'd had in New Directions and was already missing Mercedes (who, he was sure, would be intent on hearing all about his first day). Kurt closed his eyes and swallowed, trying to think positively. He was safe, he was sure his grades were going to skyrocket... and he was with Blaine. Blaine had taken up at least a small part of Kurt's coherent thoughts since the day they had met, and Kurt had frankly no doubt that, at the very least, he was crushing on Blaine like crazy. But the other boy was so hard to read and it was frustrating. Kurt hadn't even managed to find out whether Blaine was single or not, and he doubted it very sadly. And, despite the quite honestly smothering signals Blaine was sending him, he didn't appear to realise; was he just that way with everyone? He made a mental note to check, the next time he saw Blaine.
Kurt had been copying down notes from the board without thinking, but he felt eyes upon him and looked up to see his teacher and a selection of the students looking him expectantly. "I'm sorry, Miss?" Kurt asked when he felt the silence had gone on long enough.
The young woman at the front of the room looked worried. "Are you alright, Kurt?" she asked carefully.
Kurt smiled and shrugged. "Yes. Thank you. I think it's just the sudden change, I'm still... assimilating." When his story was accepted, he exhaled quietly. Stop making yourself so obvious, Kurt.
He made it through until the bell, and saw Blaine waiting for him with Trent.
"Wes and David are meeting us in the memorial garden," Blaine summarised, after smiling in greeting at Kurt.