A/N: This idea drabble came to me, I kid you not, like 10 mintues ago. This drabble is set at McKinley, not Dalton. So both Kurt and Blaine are at WMHS. I hope you enjoy! Please feel free to review, follow, favorite, alert if you so wish. :)

Chapter 8- The New Student

Kurt smiled dreamily at his boyfriend Blaine, as the shorter boy wrapped his arm securely around Kurt. They sat next to each other, and at the moment they were whispering amongst themselves while waiting for English class to start.

"So...Blaine..." Kurt cooed, tracing a finger up and down Blaine's olive skin, earning a shiver from the gel-haired teen.

"Y-Yeah, Kurt?" Blaine replied with a smile, his eyes never leaving Kurt's pink, plump lips. He subconsciously licked his own.

"Wanna come over after school to...study?" Kurt asked suggestively, wriggling his eyebrows. "I'm...failing chemistry..."

Blaine's breathing hitched as he stuttered, "O-Of course, sweetie."

Kurt smirked, his hand rubbing up along Blaine's inner thigh.

Shitshitshitshit, control yourself, Anderson...Blaine thought, his eyes closing to concentrate on getting his damn heart rate to return to normal. Kurt rested his head on Blaine's shoulder, inhaling his scent that can only be described as cinnamon, along with the scent of just Blaine. And Kurt loved that smell.

Blaine smiled, and retrieved his notebook, now both of his hands busy. Kurt frowned, already missing the warmth of his arm around him.

Blaine placed his textbook and notebook on his desk, and looked over at Kurt, who was pouting, his arms folded across his chest.

Blaine chuckled, knowing already. "You miss my touch don't y-"

Suddenly, the classroom door opened with a loud bang! and the entire class gasped at what they saw.

Blaine looked up from Kurt only to stare into the eyes of another Kurt Hummel?! All eyes turned to Kurt, their facial expressions showing shock.

"B-B-Blaine..." Kurt whispered, watching this...clone...walk over to Mr. Watson's desk, to speak to the English teacher.

"I-I-I don't k-know..." Blaine breathed out, his gaze taking in this new students' appearance. The new kid wore denim jeans, a black v-neck t-shirt, and a baby blue hoodie. A black watch was worn on his left wrist. He had almost the same hair as Kurt. The only difference was: this kid's hair didn't have that perfect coif...instead the chestnut locks just kind of fell naturally over the top of his head.

"Carson Phillips. Are you Mr. Watson?" Carson, not Kurt, spoke in a disintrested tone, his eyes roaming the classroom. They set on Kurt, and his eyebrows rose all the way to his hairline.

Blaine looked from Carson, back to Kurt, (who at this point turned pale) and back to Carson.

"Yes, you may take your seat, Carson." Mr. Watson answered the teen's question, with a wave of his hand.

Carson shrugged, and made his way over to sit in front of Kurt and Blaine, and class started. He dropped his backpack loudly on the floor, next to his desk. Kurt jumped two feet, and Carson chuckled.

Kurt scoffed, folding his arms across his chest, wondering who the hell this...sarcastic and witty new student is...and where exactly he came from...He turned to look at Blaine and saw Blaine swallow.

Carson turned around and glanced at Blaine. "Pssst. Hey, helmet head, you got a pencil I can borrow?"

Blaine's eyebrows raised, and next to him, Kurt growled.

"Oh, who is this?" Carson asked, looking at Kurt.

"I am Kurt Hummel. Who the hell are you and where did you come from?" Kurt answered his look-a-like with attitude.

That's for me to know, and you to find out. So, hobbit, you got a pencil or you just gonna stare at me all day in class?"

Blaine blinked, and handed over a No. 2 wooden pencil. Carson turned around and class started. Blaine whispered to his boyfriend, "Kurt?"

"Y-Yeah, baby?" Kurt muttered, taking notes.

"I don't think I'm gonna like him..." Blaine said quietly, or so he thought.

Carson turned around with a bitch glare and said, "Bite me hobbit."