A/N: Omg, guys. I Love you all! You are all TOTALLY AWESOME! I really wasn't expecting the response I got to this! Wow! Thank you so much for liking my idea! Hope you like this one just as much! (L)(L)(L) So here you are... Chapter Two...

Unfortunatly I only own the idea... Although the idea of owning Kurt and Blaine is a pretty awesome one! :P Anyway... here you go :) xx

After the success of my first day I was ready to take on day two. This time I was able to drive myself, thankfully dad wasn't as fussy on the second day, which I was grateful for. I had arranged to meet Chandler and Rachel in the parking lot before lessons; they were talking to me about something called glee club. It sounded interesting, the only problem was that I didn't sing in front of people, from the few times I had, it never went down well. Rachel suggested that I should audition anyway after I told her that I wanted to get out of this place and head to New York, which coincidentally was the dream of my two friends as well, maybe that was why we clicked?

The day went on pretty much the same as the first, I had been warned again against the 'plastics' but there was something about that guy. When ever I'd see him in the hallway I couldn't help but swoon. I had noticed that pretty much every girl in school did as well. My gaydar had only been wrong a few times before, but I am pretty good with these things, and I was pretty sure Anderson was on my team.

Lunch time came around and I was walking to the table to sit with Rach and Chandler when I heard an unusual voice call my came,

"Kurt? Right?" I turned to find that it was Quinn Fabray. What did she want? "Come sit with us." What? They wanted me to sit with them! I looked over at the table which I was heading for and they were waving me over, I stood for a while I made my decision. Oh what the hell, I thought to myself as I took a seat on the plastic table. None of them introduced themselves, they assumed I knew who they were, and they weren't wrong. We sat and talked for a while, and Quinn complimented me on my choice of clothing, before asking me to join them in the 'plastics'. It was only then that I remembered what Chandler said about guys being plastic, which I have to say confused me a little bit, I knew I was feminine but surely even Brittany was able to see that I was a guy. Why were they asking me to be part of their click? They seemed like nice enough people, I really don't know that the others were talking about, so against my better judgement I accepted their offer.

"You did what? This could be interesting," was all Rachel said when I told them just before the end of lunch, "You could be like the spy. Go out with them and them you can tell us all the crap that she says and does!"

"I'm not going to lie, that did cross my mind. But Rach, they really don't seem that bad, they seem like nice people. Granted, I don't think I've quite met anyone quite like Brittany." I admitted. I thought that the idea of getting in with the Plastics would be a good idea.

When lunch ended I had calculus, which had always been one of my strong points and lucky for me I found myself sat behind Blaine Anderson. This was my chance. I could just pretend to be struggling with this so I could just talk to him.

When the work for the lesson was given out, I coughed slightly before leaning over my desk,

"Excuse me." And there he was, the first time I had actually gotten a proper look at him. Blaine Anderson. I was aware that my breath hitched and my eyes grew to about twice their normal size, but I couldn't help it, he was just so amazingly beautiful, Chandler really was right, "Erm, I'm, Um, I'm having a bit of trouble with this, do you mind explaining it again?" I kicked myself for stuttering, but I didn't miss the cute chuckle when I did. This was going to be harder than I thought.

"Sure," He said before explaining everything to me, only wrong. I knew exactly what I was doing, it looked as if he was the one who didn't, but I didn't say anything, the last thing I wanted to do was make a complete, okay, more of a complete idiot out of myself in front of the cutest boy in school, even if he was 'straight'. I still refused to believe he wasn't gay. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, maybe it wasn't.

As the days passed every calculus lesson I made an excuse to talk to Blaine, even if it was just one or two words, it made my day.

"Quinn?" She was sitting in the corner crying, "What's happened?"

"Blaine. He broke up with me!" My heart leapt a little bit, partly because I felt bad for her, but mainly because that meant he was back on the market, but there was rule that we couldn't go out with any ex's of others in the group. I'd rather not be in this click and have him than not. The inner monologue I was having with myself momentarily made me forget about the crying girl, but it carried on and she kept crying on my shoulder.

Once again, another lunch time, this time it was only Brittany, Santana and I.

"So, any cute guys caught your eye yet?" the Latina asked me,

"Well, there is one. But…"

"But nothing, who is it?"

"Blaine Anderson."

"No! No! Not Blaine!" She practically shouted, "No dating Ex's!"

"I know, I know! Please don't tell Quinn! Beside's he's straight, he dated Quinn."

"Don't be so sure about that. I'm a closet lesbian and a judgemental bitch, which means one thing. I have an awesome gaydar!" She said, my mouth was slightly ajar, so she was lesbian, wow. I never saw that one coming!

"You're…?"

"Yeah, so what, get over it! Just don't go shouting about it" She practically snapped in my face.

By this time I was officially known as 'Plastic' by everyone. Everyone knew my name, it was weird, I never thought that me, Kurt Hummel, would ever be popular. This is unreal.

Fancy hanging out tonight? C x

Sorry, can't meeting Q. K x

"Wow, Kurt. You really are turning into one of them aren't you?"

"I don't know what you mean, Rachel."

"Chandler told me you blew him off to meet, who was it, Q? I mean who calls her Q?" I gave her a blank look. Was I not able to hang out with others, she knew that I was in their group.

"Woah, Rach! She really isn't that bad, and she's just broken up with Blaine!"

"Really, Kurt. You'd be the first one in his pants if he was on your team! Please! You need to remember who your real friends are!" And with that she entered the class for her next lesson and left me standing alone.

She was right, I did like being with Quinn and the others, but Rachel and Chandler were my first friends that I had here, that has to mean something, and I couldn't just forget about them because I'm popular now.