Chapter 3

"So the bus driver wouldn't let you on the bus?

"No!" Blaine said exasperated and carding his hand through his now fully released curls.

Kurt looked next to him at the boy next to him. He must be a year or two younger than him. Kurt was a junior and Blaine could easily pass as a freshman. This had to be the new kid the girls had been talking about. His gaydar was a bit rusty but it was definitely not flat lining.

Was it the route 27B driver?" Kurt asked.

"Yeah! How'd you know?" Blaine responded.

"First day freshman year. Back then we needed passes to get on the bus and I didn't know so he didn't let me on. If you ask me, I think he's just a typical Lima homophobe." Kurt said with a dry laugh, trying to test the waters subtly.

"Oh. That'd make sense," Blaine said looking down awkwardly at his boat shoes, "I'm uh…"

"Gay?' Kurt filled in seeing as Blaine had trailed off.

"Yeah" Blaine said.

Kurt sat awkwardly for a few seconds next to him starring off across campus before chuckling at the awkward silence. He looked over at Blaine and caught his eye as he too let out some laughter.

"Where do you live?" Kurt asked with a grin.

"434 Bethel Ave." Blaine replied with an equally dopey smile on his face.

"Come on. I'll walk you home. You live like two blocks past me."

"Really?"

"Really." Kurt said. Maybe just maybe he had met his future bestfriend.


The two of them had been walking for about 10 minutes. Kurt was walking on the side closer to the road and Blaine was to his right carrying his cello between them. Blaine could not believe there was someone as amazing as Kurt in this conservative hick town. He was smart, funny, not at all bad to look at, and just exuded easy elegance. Pure class. As they were walking Blaine started to actually take time to look at him. A natural slight upturn to his nose. Long and thin rosy lips. Chestnut bushy but not too bushy eyebrows that were the same color of his perfectly coiffed hair. Gosh, he sounds so creepy. He had zoned out and had lost track of their conversation. Wait. Right. Kurt had been talking passionately about how badly he hates the Axe and like products.

"…And it exploded everywhere so for a month my U.S. History class room smelt like 'Playboy New York'." Kurt said with a grimace.

"Well, not all of us can wear Marc Jacobs cologne." Blaine said before realizing that was 'totally stalkerish' and blushing. Pull it together, Blaine.

"The nose of a high fashion bloodhound, you've got there." Kurt said with a tiny smirk that did not get unnoticed by Blaine.

"Gee thanks. It's a gift and a curse."

"Oh really? How so?"

"It's required for sophomores to take P.E." Blaine said with a sigh and Kurt groaned understandingly"

"So true. Teenage boys are disgusting." Kurt joked.

Blaine pretended to look aghast and put the hand he was not pulling his cello with to his chest.

Kurt only raised a styled eyebrow in response.


"This is were we part ways, Anderson. You know how to get home from here, yeah?" Kurt asked smiling slightly down at the other boy whose last name he had just learned as they had exchanged numbers at the corner of Kurt's street.

"Sure do, Hummel," Blaine adjusted the strap on his bag slightly as continued sheepishly, "See you tomorrow?"

Kurt felt the corners of his lift up for what had to be the thousandth time in the past hour as he said, "Yup. Bye Blaine."

Kurt waved before turning and walking down his street with an added happiness-induced sway to his hips that is very unusual for him to have.

As cliché as it is, Kurt felt weightless. If not for the heavy textbooks in his backpack, he would be high up in the troposphere by now. Kurt's prospects were looking up too now. He skipped up to his front door unlocking it with ease and toeing off his shoes while humming 'Donatello' from ARTPOP. He giddily walked down the steps to his bedroom and fell onto his bed. Not out of exhaustion, like yesterday, but from the positive energy he just felt bubbling out of his metaphorical seams. He had a friend. A cute as a button, gay, and possibly single friend. But that was getting ahead of himself. Just a friend, which is all he really needed.


Blaine watched Kurt walk away. Maybe his first day all too bad he thought to himself, knowing he was grinning like an idiot. He had to turn and go forward before his staring after Kurt became too creepy. He dragged himself and Donnie onward.

He had gained hope for this school. He had meet someone that wasn't a total Neanderthal on his first day which is an achievement considering the less than liberal town that's main attraction was the Lima 14 movie theater. Kurt said people had lost their minds when it was built a few years back.

Uhg, Kurt. The cool, older guy who asked for his phone number. All with his own will. He actually wanted to stay in contact with a non-well-groomed dorky hobbit like himself. A boy who can fit inside the case of the instrument he plays. Blaine learned that the hard way. He cringes just at the thought of that horrid experience.

Blaine walks up the stairs to his, larger than average for Lima, house awkwardly because of said cello case and one-handedly opens the front door. He steps out of his boat shoes setting them delicately on the shoe rack near the door. Blaine carries his cello down the long hallway of to the left of the living room into his unfurnished bedroom and can't help but grin at the thought of seeing his super stylish new friend tomorrow at school tomorrow.