A/N: So Blaine makes his appearance in this chapter (finally), but his part in this chapter is pretty small. Sorry. Also, a huge thanks to those who had reviewed, favourited and +story alert-ed. I couldn't believe how many people actually read the story. :DD
Enjoy the chapter.

Disclaimer: Glee and its characters belong to Fox Network, Ryan Murphy, Brad Falchuk and Ian Brennan. Story idea belongs to me.

Finn and Kurt made it to school on time in Finn's pickup truck. They were greeted by most of the New Directions, and for Finn, some footballers, who were exchanging death stares with the New Directions. Luckily, Finn broke the tension and suggested that everyone should get to class. The footballers nodded dumbly and headed off, while the New Directions stayed behind and chatted to their late arrivals. Kurt looked around the car park and noticed two things; that the car park was emptying quickly, and that there was something white and feathery behind a few cars down from the pickup which caught his eye. Before he could explore, Mercedes linked arms with him and gently led him towards the school building. None of the New Directions, except Finn, knew about his wings, and that was just the way he liked it.

His first few lessons for the day were unremarkable: the same sleep-inducing drone from the same sleep-inducing teachers. It was the last week of school. Why couldn't they just give the students fun to do?

Though, something unusual had caught his attention during his second lesson, which was Biology. He and Mercedes were sitting at the desk nearest the door, as usual, waiting for the bell to ring so that they could get out the quickest. They were chatting about their summer holiday plans when Kurt thought that he should stretch his neck for a bit. He turned his head away from Mercedes for a few seconds, just to see a white, feathery thing pass the door. For a few seconds, he sat there, jaw open, staring at the door.

"Kurt. Hey. Kurt!" Mercedes tried to get his attention. She waved her hand in front of his eyes. "Boo, look here." Kurt looked at her. "Are you alright? You were staring at the door like it grew legs, came over here and slapped you."

"Did you see that?" asked Kurt.

"See what? I only saw Principal Figgins and a guy walk pass a few seconds before you started goggling the door. Apart from them, no, I did not see anything. Why?"

"Oh, nothing. Never mind."

"That guy was kinda cute though. I haven't seen his face around. I guess he's new?"

"But you know that people don't transfer during the last week of the year."

"Yeah, you're right. Maybe my recognition skills aren't up to scratch. Anyways, as I was saying…"

Kurt let Mercedes continue, while he thought about that white, feathery thing. What did he know which fit that description? A white feather boa? A white head plume? A pair of angel wings? Maybe a Senior was dressing up for their last week in school, and they had splurged on white feathered accessories. Maybe. But Mercedes said that the person was a guy. Maybe it was one of the footballers trying the make fun of Kurt. He shivered at that thought, and hoped not.

He decided to forget about the object just as the bell rang. He and Mercedes quickly packed up and headed out the door. Next was French for Kurt, but Spanish for Mercedes. They said their goodbyes and parted ways.

French class was better than Kurt's previous two classes, but it was still sleep-inducing. He hoped for the bell to ring soon, as it was lunch time after. After reviewing nouns and adjectives which they had learnt this year, the teacher handed out a quiz on verbs to the class, saying that they had until the end of the lesson to finish it. As the accompanying complaints and groans died down, the class was quickly absorbed into the paper. Kurt had no trouble with the quiz. He looked up from his paper to see where everyone else was at. He tried not to laugh at the dumbfounded, confused and puzzled faces which his classmates' faces bore. He looked at the clock and realised he had a good 20 minutes left. Kurt crossed his arms on the table and rested his head upon his arms, so he could relax.

A few minutes later, there were some footsteps coming into the classroom, some hushed whispering, and some retreating footsteps. Kurt kept his head down and assumed it was just another teacher delivering a message to his French teacher, until the teacher spoke up.

"Okay students. Please stop your quizzes for a moment. We have a new student joining this class. His name is-" There was some rustling of paper. "-Blaine Anderson and this is his first day here at McKinley High. Please welcome him." Some claps could be heard.

"But, Miss, it's the last week of the school year, and we have a transfer student?" A student from behind Kurt asked.

"Well, don't ask me about it. If you have questions, be friendly and ask Blaine here about it. Okay? Do you have anything to say Blaine?" Silence. Kurt assumed that the new kid shook his head to say no. "Well then, you can sit over there until the bell rings, which is about five minutes from now. And as for the rest of you, you have five minutes to finish your quizzes." More complaints and groans sounded, but Kurt was smiling to himself as he had already finished his quiz.

His desk shook as something heavy was placed next to him. He assumed that the teacher had sent the new kid- Blaine, was that his name?- to sit next to him. The chair next to him squeaked on the linoleum as it was being pulled out, and scraped as the occupant pulled his chair in. Kurt just kept his head on his arms, to show the new student he wasn't interested, but it would be soon until Kurt would have to see his face. Maybe this was the guy Mercedes was talking about.

Soon enough, the bell rang to signify the start of lunch. Everyone, besides Kurt and his new neighbour, jumped up, packed up and handed up their quizzes to the teacher, before running out the door. Kurt and Blaine were the last two students left behind, with Kurt still pretending to sleep.

"Kurt, wake up. Class has ended. Can you please hand in your quiz?"

Kurt's head snapped straight up to look at the teacher. "No, I wasn't sleeping!"

"Well can you hand me your paper?" Kurt nodded yes, and then did so. "And can you please show Blaine around? You're probably the only person whose name he knows, so could you do it? Thanks." And with that, the teacher headed out the door.

Kurt stared after the teacher, jaw open, for the second time that day. He managed to close his mouth before turning to the new arrival, who made his jaw drop yet again. The first two things he noticed were the two wings which shot out of the boy's back, flexed at attention.

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Preview of next chapter:

There were many remarks being aimed at Kurt and his companion, such as "Kurt! He was the boy I saw during Biology, remember?" from Mercedes, "Who is he?" asked by Finn and Rachel, and "Hey hotstuff, wanna piece of this?" from Santana, which was aimed at Blaine.

See you next week. :D