Hello my lovely klainers :) how are you all? I hope you enjoy this chapter! This isn't the best one I have written but it's just the boys meeting, kind of, for the first time...

Warnings: swearing. A lot of swearing.

This was the definition of his worst nightmare. There was a reason why Kurt sat alone in almost every lesson and that was because he wasn't good around other people. They scared him. With friends he knew their personality, the way they talked and their mannerisms. Strangers are unpredictable and that frightened him.

Nobody understood how difficult it was for Kurt to get to know Rachel and the Glee Club. Most people can make friends within a matter of seconds with the confidence seeping out of their pores but Kurt- Kurt couldn't do that. Confidence didn't come easily to him.

So when Blaine lifted his eyes from the floor and locked them onto Kurt, the shy teen felt like sprinting away from the classroom. He didn't though. He just focused on keeping his breathing regular.

The loudness of Blaine's boots on the carpet made Kurt flinch with every step. As the tanned boy reached his table, all the information on how to greet a stranger erased itself from Kurt's brain.

Luckily, Blaine didn't speak as pulled out the chair and sat down heavily. It took everything in Kurt's body not to flinch. It seemed as though the curly haired teen could sense his unease and he had decided to keep a respectable distance between them.

Subtly, Blaine looked over at the shy teen and noticed the sleeve covered hands, the complete stillness and unblinking eyes. But he also noticed how...beautiful he was. The guy's eyes were such a piercing blue and his skin was just like porcelain. The clothes he was wearing complimented his body so well and his hair...

Clearing his throat, Blaine rubbed awkwardly at the back of his neck and crossed his arms. The two didn't speak at all. Kurt was finished and writing something in a notebook and Blaine was trying to catch up with the recent work.

"All right everyone please pack up..." Mr Greken drawled as he took of his glasses and rubbed at his left eye.

Sighing, Kurt neatly placed his stuff back into his satchel and stood up. When Blaine stood up too he noticed how the shy teen moved slightly away from him and pulled his sleeves further over his hands before tightly crossing them.

Everyone quickly moved towards the door as the bell went but Mr Greken stepped forward.

"Excuse me, did I dismiss you?" he yelled with a heated glare.

Eye rolls circled the room as he ranted on about how he was in charge of the classroom. Nobody was listening. Nobody cared, but he made it a point of reminding everyone every single lesson. Least to say he was the most hated teacher in the school.

"Jesus Christ, finally" Blaine whispered as the man finally stopped talking and dismissed them.

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"You look like you're about to either faint or explode," Mercedes greeted Kurt as he sat down next to her at the lunch table.

"I know," he whispered as he dropped his head in his hands.

For a few minutes she just watched him and when he didn't move, Mercedes shuffled forward in her seat and pulled his hands away.

"What happened white boy?"

Sighing with a shake of his head, the shy teen opened his mouth to talk but Rachel attacked him with a hug from behind.

"Hey guys," she smiled, big and wide.

However her smile dropped slightly when she sat down next to Kurt and saw his face. He looked like he was going to vomit.

"Kurt?...you okay?" she asked, gently putting a hand on his forearm.

Suddenly an overwhelming feeling of claustrophobia flooded through Kurt's body and he grabbed his satchel before quickly weaving his way out of the cafeteria.

Worried, Rachel shot up in her seat and followed him out.

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Making his way through the halls, Blaine checked his piece of paper to see what number his locker was. A lady had told him where it was this morning but he wasn't paying attention. Anyway, how was he meant to retain information when he had practically just woken up? School hours were stupid.

Just as he turned the corner, a body clashed into his. It didn't hurt but it almost knocked him over. Looking up, Blaine saw a familiar pair of bright blue eyes staring at him in shock.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to-"

"Hey its fine don't worry about it," the tanned teen replied in a soft voice.

"Sorry, I'm sorry," Kurt apologised repeatedly as he lifted his satchel over his shoulder.

"It's fine honestly," Blaine told him with a small smile.

"Okay...sorry," the shy teen whispered with a smile of his own as he looked the curly haired teen in the eye for the first time before quietly leaving him behind.

"Kurt?!" a voice shouted down the hallway making the porcelain teen and Blaine turn around.

Practically sprinting, Rachel came towards him with a serious look on her face.

"You okay? You scared the crap out of me?" she said in a concerned voice.

"I'm okay now, yeah, sorry I just..."

"I get it," she cut him off as she took his hand gently.

Just as his heart rate was calm again, a mass of laughing students began filling the corridor and Kurt's breathing picked up again.

"Come on," Rachel whispered as she noticed the change in him.

Being an expert in removing her best friend from crowds, Rachel stormed through everyone, making sure to keep a tight and secure hand on the shy teen as she went.

Blaine watched the scene with a disquieted look on his face.

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Sitting crossed legged on the bleachers, Kurt looked down at his hands and breathed out heavily.

"Here," Rachel handed him a cold bottle of water.

Smiling gratefully, the shy teen took it and drank almost half of it. Watching his breathing return to normal, the small brunette felt relief as her best friend relaxed again.

"So who was that guy you were talking to?" she asked, nudging his shoulder playfully.

Laughing quietly, Kurt looked down at the water bottle and fiddled with the plastic label as he spoke.

"He's in my class for trig ...his names Blaine...he's new..."

"-and cute," Rachel added with a grin.

Smiling at her, Kurt laughed and shrugged his shoulders.

"We weren't really talking; I slammed into him turning a corner so I was just apologising..."

"I bet you apologised like fifty times," Rachel said and laughed as the shy teen looked up at her guiltily.

"I love you B," the small brunette told him as she side- hugged him tightly.

"I love you too Rach," he whispered, hugging her back and kissing her on top of the head.

They sat in a hug for a while. It was nice having someone who truly cared about him as a friend.

"Thank you for helping me out of there," Kurt quietly spoke.

"Always," Rachel reminded him.

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There wasn't any lesson Kurt liked more than art. It was the one class that he didn't have to worry about someone making fun of him. Every other lesson, guaranteed, there was a group of dickheads to make a comment about him. It affected him sometimes but he learnt from a young age how to block out the words.

Silently, Kurt opened the door and slinked into the back of the classroom on a table where nobody else was. When he dropped his bag onto the floor a few people looked around at him but the shy teen kept his head down.

Most of his time was spent in the art room, finishing off school projects but also his own. Mrs Turner told him he could use the studio for anything.

The lesson flew by and just as Kurt finished drawing out the pencil outline for his painting, the class was shuffling out of the door for lunch.

"Don't worry about it dear you finish off," Mrs Turner spoke up from behind an easel; her dark brown hair wrapped in a tight bun on top of her head.

Smiling up at her from his desk, the shy teen got up to collect some paints from the back cupboard.

"Kurt you'll be okay on your own won't you ? I have a doctors appointment and I need to be there on time. You see I'm always late to these things and I must get into the habit of getting there with time to spare," she rambled, wiping paint off her hands into her apron.

"Of course," Kurt replied as he watched Mrs Turner scramble up her things.

"Lovely," she sighed as she made her way towards the door.

As she was passing Kurt's desk, she looked down at his work and smiled.

"This looks very promising young man," the green eyed teacher told him sincerely.

"Thank you," he looked over his shoulder with a polite smile.

"You're very welcome- oh goodness I'm going to be late," Mrs Turner screeched as she ran past the door after saying goodbye to the blue eyed boy.

Laughing under his breath, Kurt took his armful of paints and dropped them by an empty easel. Taking a deep breath, he placed his work onto the board and looked at it for a few moments. Then, after carefully thinking about the right colours to use, he picked up a paintbrush and worked in silence.

At first the shy teen didn't know what he was trying to make. No images came to his mind so he just drew a mans body; his arms spread out like wings, legs shoulder width apart and head turned towards the sky.

The man was painted in all black, just a shadow almost on his page. Deciding what to do for the background was hard but he eventually decided to creat a mirage of colours. The left corner started off dark purple and it slowly merged into shades of dark blue, maroon and dark green.

Grabbing a cloth from a desk beside him, the shy teen blotted the paint slightly to blur the colours into each other and then took his paintbrush again to start entwining other colours into them.

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Detention. Fantastic. It wasn't Blaine's fault that his English teacher, Mr Moore , got something wrong and he corrected him. And it wasn't his fault that the man got so touchy. Sure the tanned teen called him a 'fucking idiot' but that was something that needed to be said. Clearly.

"Mr M, " He greeted snidely as he leaned against the doorway of the English room.

Mr Moore visibly tensed at the sound of his voice and Blaine raised an eyebrow as the man rose from his seat slowly.

"Blaine. Do not call me that or you will get much worse than a lunch detention," the teacher warned lowly with a fixed glare.

"Whatever," the tanned teen rolled his eyes and moved to take a seat but Mr Moore stopped him.

"No way are you staying in my classroom. This is my lunch time I'm not wasting it for you. Come with me," he instructed with a click of his fingers. It took everything in that moment for Blaine not to punch him in the face.

Reluctantly, Blaine followed the man with his arms crossed. After ten minutes of circling the hallways, the delinquent groaned loudly and rolled his eyes for the fifteenth time.

"Where the fuck are we going?" He asked as they passed the science labs.

Immediately, Mr Moore stopped and span around with a furious look on his face.

"Do not use that kind of language around me Blaine- I'm your teacher show me some goddam respect! You know what?! - that's it. You have detention every lunch time from now on!" Mr Moore screamed.

"What?! For how long?!" Blaine yelled back, just as angry.

"Until I say so!" The teacher bellowed; his face turning bright red from the confrontation.

"This is bullshit!"

Holding his tongue from swearing back at the student, Mr Moore shook his head in disbelief and threw his hands up. He looked around for the nearest classroom. Just across from them was the art studio and he knew that there was tones of cleaning to be done in there.

"Come with me," Mr Moore instructed as he stormed towards the art room and threw open the door.

Inside the room, Kurt jumped so much he dropped his paintbrush and pallet on the floor. The paint splattered all down his jumper and onto his shoes.

"Well done- you scared him shitless," Blaine glared at his English teacher who practically growled at the comment.

"Be quiet Blaine! Kurt I'm truly sorry I didn't intend to frighten you," Mr Moore held up his hands with a sincerely apologetic expression.

"Don't worry about it Sir," the shy teen replied politely as he crouched to pick up the equipment.

"I hope Blaine won't bother you Mr Hummel. He has detention every lunch time in here because of his obvious rudeness-"

Blaine scoffed and smirked in disbelief but the teacher shot him a look that could kill so he held up his hands in mock surrender.

"-anyway if there's any jobs you would like him to do like sorting out the cupboards or wiping down tables just let him know. Make sure he's not doing nothing though," Mr Moore smiled at Kurt who was nodding whilst smiling uncomfortably back at him.

"Lovely," the teacher said before shutting the door behind him as he left.

Not knowing what to do, Kurt looked over at Blaine and shuffled awkwardly on the spot with his paintbrush now held tightly in his hand. The delinquent smirked slightly and dropped his bag onto the floor by the door as he made his way over to the shy teen.

"So what you doing here?" He asked; sitting on a table at the front where Kurt was.

"Ummmm," the blue eyed teen gestured to his painting shyly.

Dropping his smirk, Blaine hopped off the desk and stood in front of the easel to look at the painting. He crossed his arms and took it in with a serious expression. After a few minutes the delinquent huffed out a laugh and shook his head.

"This is beautiful," he whispered, taking in the various colours and careful brush strokes with an appreciative eye.

"Thank you," Kurt smiled and looked down at his shoes.

"I'm serious. You're incredibly talented," Blaine told him as he looked over his shoulder at the shy teen.

Shrugging his shoulders, Kurt smiled wider and crouched to wipe the paint he'd spilt off the floor.

"Oh hey let me do that," Blaine spoke up softly as he dropped down and gently took the cloth out of Kurt's hand.

Whispering a small thank you, the blue eyed teen stood up again and looked down at his jumper with a frown. There was a lot of paint covering it. Acrylic paint.

Cringing, Kurt sighed and walked over to the sink and that was when he noticed not only the paint on his boots but also on his skin. All down his hands and all up his forearm where he had rolled up his sleeves. He turned on the faucet and picked up a sponge to scrub off the paint as best as he could on his skin.

The shy teen was extremely lucky he always kept an emergency t-shirt in his locker in case of surprise slushies.

"Um Blaine?" He spoke up, wiping his hands on a towel.

When the delinquent looked up, his hazel eyes almost knocked Kurt off of his feet. He'd never noticed how beautiful they were. As the shy teen continued to look at him, Blaine sat back on his heels and raised a brow amusedly.

"Sorry, I just need to get changed out of this," Kurt finally said with a deep blush invading his cheeks.

Biting his lips inward to not smile, Blaine nodded in understanding as he watched the shy teen cover his hands with his jumper sleeves.

"Okay... I'll be right back..." Kurt whispered before leaving.

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I just heard 'This Time' and I'm dead. It's so beautiful. Darren is an amazing writer and Lea...I can't even...she's amazing.

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