A/N: Mr. Hall cracks me up. I thank everyone for your alerts and favourites and xBleedingBlackRosesx for your wonderful ideas. I used your excerpt. I tried to make it not look too noticeable when it changed to it but I tend to use the same words all the time so it probably is a little bit. Honestly, the way this chapter ended is not how I originally planned, but I thought it was a little bit more realistic. This chapter is in 3rd person and I probably did a horrific job, but I just wanted to get everybody's thoughts in, so I hope you stay with me. Hopefully, the next chapter will be within my comfort zone of 1st person again.
Disclaimer: I don't own glee or the characters or anything. They belong to Ryan Murphy and Fox. I do own the answer to the "complicated equation" in this chapter, though. Yet I don't know what the complicated equation even is.
Chapter I
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
Kurt fingers the pencil between his fingers so it starts tapping against the desk rapidly. Mr. Hall looks over at the class for a second, searching for the culprit. He then goes back to writing some sort of complicated equation on the board. Kurt starts tapping his pencil against his desk again. Nobody seems to care because it is at least a distraction. He obviously knew that drumming his pencil against the desk was awfully risky, but the annoyed look on Mr. Hall's face was worth it.
Tap, tap, tap- He stops immediately when Mr. Hall turns around quickly and slams both his fists on his desk, his moustache twitching. Kurt gulps silently and quietly puts his pencil back in his desk. Afraid he's going to start on his habit again, he looks around the room for something to concentrate on. He looks at the board for about 5 minutes, trying to figure out what it's about. Because he wasn't really paying any attention for the whole lesson, his head starts to hurt and he glances around quickly. Brittany is drawing several hearts around the outside of her work page and he spends a few minutes wondering how she made it into grade 11.
As he looks around again, his eyes fall on Blaine, who is quickly writing notes down. Blaine maintains eye contact with the teacher as Mr. Hall says something about 169, unbeknownst to Kurt. Kurt is busy watching Blaine's hands, and gazing at his familiar scribbly hand-writing.
"Mr. Hummel." Kurt's eyes instantly direct back to the teacher, wide and round.
"Can you answer this equation for me?", Mr. Hall says, smirking slightly. Kurt clears his throat nervously.
"2?", he says, stupidly.
"Actually, the answer was 169", the teacher says, "But you weren't very far off!" Mr. Hall smiles sinisterly. Snickers are heard around the classroom, and Kurt hides behind his textbook, ashamed. Thankfully, the class is over soon after and he races out.
Kurt hides around the hallway by the music room, the opposite way from where Blaine comes on Thursday. Mentally slapping himself for being such a stalker, he sits down against the wall and texts his dad. Today he planned on confronting Blaine, because he thought it was pretty weird of himself to hardly know Blaine and stay for a few minutes after school every day to listen to him play.
Going to be late. Extra glee practice.
He watches Blaine walk into the music room and waits a few minutes. Blaine plays part of a song that he is working on writing when it suddenly stops. Kurt peeks inside and sees that Blaine is puzzling over something that he's written down. Kurt slowly steps inside.
"That's a very nice song", Kurt says, taking a few more steps in. He waits for a while but Blaine doesn't reply. Looking at Blaine quizically, Kurt walks over to behind him. Blaine suddenly knows someone is in the room. And that someone is very close to him. He jumps up, startled, and faces Kurt.
"Oh, sorry!" Kurt apologizes quickly. "I didn't mean to sneak up on you. I just...I just wanted to say that you're a magnificent pianist. I haven't heard anything that beautiful in...well, ever." He laughs nervously. The boy's eyes are wide, locked on his face very intently. It makes him blush, unused to this level of direct attention.
Of course, Blaine wass only staring at him because he was trying to concentrate on his lips, to understand what he was saying. Surely he'd misunderstood...Was he seriously there to compliment him? He's never talked to this tall, slender boy before in his life, although he'd noticed him quite a few times in the hallway. He always wore the strangest - yet flattering - outfits.
"I- Thank you very much," he finally finds his own voice, desperately hoping he did not talk too loudly or sound stupid.
"I'm Kurt", the boy says.
"Blaine", he says back.
Kurt sits down beside him carefully, and plays some notes, looking like he's playing some of Blaine's music. He stops and Blaine's eyes dart back to his face in case he says something.
"How do you play trills so fast?", Kurt asks, still trying to feather two keys with his fingers.
"Practice", Blaine says, worrying that he popped the "p" a little bit too much. Kurt just laughs a little.
"Yeah", Kurt says, "You take lessons?"
Blaine shakes his head and inches his hands closer to a more comfortable position on his lap instead of gripping the edges of the bench stiffly.
"That's amazing", Kurt says, "I used to take lessons. My playing was fine, but not brilliant."
"Brilliant?", Blaine asks.
"Well, the song you just played certainly was", he says. Blaine ignores the compliment, because he could very well just be hoping that Kurt would say that and would envisage it.
"So you wrote it?" Kurt questions. Blaine nods shyly.
"You wrote the other songs, too?", he asks. Blaine nods again, not quite looking at Kurt. Blaine thinks of something and his eyes focus back on him.
"Have you been spying on me?", Blaine asks accusingly.
"Um, no", Kurt says quickly, kind of intimidated by Blaine's direct stare. He wanted to ask about why he did that but found it would be pretty bounderish and Blaine seemed to stare like that at other people too. It might just be a thing he does naturally.
"Well, I'll just let you be", Kurt says, starting to stand up, "You seem pretty busy." Blaine, unsure of how he should respond, doesn't do anything. Kurt gets up, and leaves uncomfortably.
Blaine watches as the boy leaves. He has never really had much interaction with peers and probably just made a horrible first impression. Someone actually complimented him and was really nice and he just scared them off. In middle school, he had many friends and was an extrovert. The summer before Grade 9 he lost his hearing. From then on, Blaine preferred to just make it through high school. No one bothered talking to him anyway. It might as well stay that way.