The rest of Kurt's morning passed without event. Jeff was in his science class and sat with him in his history class as well. The classes were interesting and challenging, and Kurt actually had to listen to keep up. Plus, he had found a new friend in Jeff – someone who he could actually relate to. Maybe Dalton wasn't going to be so bad…
After history it was time for lunch and Kurt and Jeff walked to the cafeteria together where they met a handsome brunette outside the double doors.
"Kurt," Jeff grinned upon seeing the boy, "this is my best friend Nick, Nick this is Kurt Hummel."
"Nice to meet you, New Kid," Nick said kindly, shaking his hand. Kurt was still finding it weird how civil these boys were. At McKinley Kurt hadn't even been able to walk down the hall without a slushie to the face…
"You too," Kurt said quietly.
"You like to sing?" Nick asked him as they made their way into the crowded cafeteria. "I saw you at the Warblers performance this morning."
"Are you a Warbler, too?" Kurt asked, grabbing a plastic tray and hopping in the lengthy line of hungry boys.
"Yep," Nick said, picking up his own tray.
"Yes, I do like to sing," Kurt admitted, in answer to his previous question. "I was in my old school's Glee Club."
"What Glee Club?" Jeff asked.
"New Directions," Kurt told him, "we came last at Regionals last year."
"We didn't make it past Sectionals," Nick grimaced. "But we plan to kick ass this year…"
"You guys compete?" Kurt said, surprised.
Nick and Jeff nodded the affirmative.
"You should join," Jeff suggested. "You know not all guys are as nice as us around here, but the Warblers will keep you protected."
"Yeah," Nick agreed after shooting Jeff a surprised look. He hadn't heard of why Kurt was here yet. As a matter of fact, Kurt wondered how Jeff knew in the first place… "No one pushes the Warblers around."
"I'd like that," Kurt said gladly. Nick and Jeff grinned.
As they got their food the conversation fell short for a moment before Kurt suddenly spoke up.
"When you guys said 'no one pushes the Warblers around'…" he ventured carefully, 'what did you mean by that?"
"The Warblers are at the top of the social heap," Nick explained, grinning. "It's pretty exclusive, and you've got to audition to get in."
"Who's in it?" Kurt asked.
Jeff pointed to a large table in the very center of the cafeteria. Kurt couldn't help but notice that the surrounding tables had been left empty as if people were scared to sit too close.
"Well, there's Nick and I," Jeff said, "and there's Flint,-" he pointed to a tall, intimidating boy with a goatee.
"He was caught for growing pot in his yard," Nick added.
"Trent,-" Jeff continued, pointing to a thick brunette wearing a few stylish pins on his collar.
"Shoplifiting," Nick explained.
"Thad-" Jeff pointed to a smaller boy with dark hair and wide smoking eyes.
"He was in a gang," Nick interjected.
"Wes, the head of Warbler council," Jeff pointed towards a thin asian.
"Grand theft auto," Nick grimaced.
"Wow," Kurt mouthed.
"David, the vice president," Jeff guestured to the darker skinned boy by Wes.
"And Blaine," Jeff concluded. "Lead singer."
"No one knows why he's here," Nick said mysteriously. "But there are rumours…"
Kurt opened his mouth to ask what those rumours were exactly, but Jeff was tugging at his arm leading him over to the Warblers table.
"Hey guys," Nick greeted them, sliding into an empty spot by Thad. Jeff and Kurt followed after.
"Hey," Wes replied eyeing Kurt with interest. "Who's the new kid?"
"This is Kurt Hummel," Jeff said for him.
"Hi," Kurt replied shyly.
"No need to be scared New Kid," David grinned. "We don't bite."
"Unless that's a particular kink of yours," Blaine added unreasurringly with another smoldering wink. Kurt felt his face heat up and his gaze dropped to his tray.
"Kurt wants to join the Warblers," Jeff announced, his voice a little tight. Kurt wondered once more exactly what had happened between him and Blaine…
"He'll have to audition," Wes said, his tone business like. "We don't just let anyone into the Warblers you know… or generally sit at our table. We'll make an exception for you because you're new…"
"When can I audition?" Kurt asked eagerly, glancing up hopefully.
"Tomorrow after school," Wes decided. "We meet in Music Room 3. Don't be late."
After lunch Kurt exited the cafeteria hastily and said his goodbye's to Nick and Jeff before heading off to his fourth period math class.
He had been in a hurry to leave because he felt that he couldn't stand the feel of Blaine's intense stare on him any longer. An appreciating smile or comment, Kurt was willing to welcome.
But a constant leer from a known woma- wait – maninizer - certainly was not.
He was an idiot for thinking Blaine would be so easily evaded…
"Ignoring me, are you bella?"
Kurt whipped around from his position at his locker to see Blaine leaning up against the locker behind him, hands folded, cocky smirk in place.
"Yes," Kurt said bluntly, turning back to searching for his math book.
"A bit of an attitude you've got there innamorato." Blaine's voice was amused.
"Stop calling me stuff in Italian," Kurt grumbled, finally laying his long fingered hands on the desired book.
"You love it," Blaine winked. Kurt ignored him once more.
"If you'll excuse me," he said, beginning to walk down the hall away from Blaine.
"You can try and avoid me all you like," Blaine called after him. "But I always get what I want in the end…"
Kurt couldn't help but shiver at the finality in his tone. He had an eery feeling that Blaine hadn't been lying…
And he hadn't. He always got what he wanted.