I spent the rest of that history lesson and the majority of the day trying to get my head around the concept of this new kid's sudden need to protect me and his unexpected kindness towards me. We hadn't even spoken before, so how could he talk to me so easily in the classroom about a subject that everyone seems to run away from? Does this mean that he could feel the burning too? The intense heat that crawls up my collar when we are in the same room together, or when we pass each other in the hallway, giving and receiving curious glances.
Throughout my life, especially throughout high school, I have gotten used to the fact that not everyone is as accepting of my sexuality as my close friends and family. Most people seem to shy away from me, in fact. Others just seem to avoid me all together. I am constantly told no, persistently shoved and isolated from everybody else, why should it make any difference whether I like boys or girls? Does it make me a fucking alien or something? I really feel like tapping on that girl's shoulder who is trying to avoid eye contact me in the hallway and asking "do I have antennae growing out of my head or something?" or pulling back that boy who refuses to be at least a metre within my distance by his backpack and screaming at him "don't worry, I don't fancy you, surprisingly enough-just because I am gay doesn't mean I want to date every guy in the whole freaking school!"
Some of the things that Blaine said earlier just didn't piece together. He didn't seem to shy away from me at all...in fact I seem to notice him smiling at me more than anyone of my friends ever did, even when we were discussing the funniest insult we had gotten that week. Does this mean he's gay... or what? Yet again, this fucking perfect mysterious boy had left me completely and utterly dumb-founded and confused. I needed answers, yet whenever I see his face, my motives disappear, the world stops spinning and my thoughts and questions turn to mush inside my head. No man had ever had this effect on me before, not even that flawless picture of Robert Pattinson that I had been drooling over for days when it first popped up on my tumblr dash. That was nothing compared to how I felt when I first laid my eyes on Blaine. He was quite literally perfection on a stick. I know what you're thinking, Kurt Hummel, all into fashion and designer labels...this guy wears leather jackets, skinny jeans and ripped t-shirts-surely that isn't your type?
The truth is, I don't think I have a type, I mean it's not as if I have ever had a boyfriend...and truth be told...Blaine's style is downright sexy. Like literally, when I say sexy I mean wanting to rip off his clothes and lick down his torso sexy. Okay Kurt, that's a little weird, please shut up now before you embarrass yourself even further.
But Blaine...Blaine, Blaine, Blaine-how the fuck did this angel fall from the sky, carved from perfection, claiming to be gay, smiling at me and protecting me like I'm some kind of holy god, sticking up for me though he has no reason-how did HE end up wanting to be near ME (the most un-holy, unpopular, un-appealing, un-straight kid in the whole school)?
"I'm with Rachel on this one guys" Finn's defensive voice interrupted my daydream whilst he stood in front of the group, Rachel standing proudly next to him and linking her arm with his.
"Of course you are" I muttered under my breath, gaining a few chuckles. "Look Finn, I understand you and Rachel are an item now, and that means by the Rachel berry law you have to be an obedient boyfriend and abide by everything she says,"
Others began to whisper in agreement, Mr. Schue stood daydreaming about something (most likely Miss Pillsbury or vests)
"but that doesn't mean that us dancing on tables and running around the canteen singing songs will gain us any new members to the club, we will probably start a riot and there will be some uproar, including food, and if my hair or my clothes gets ruined in a food fight because of your sorry ass, I swear to god, I will-"
"Okay Kurt, we get the point" Mr. Schue had apparently stopped dreaming for five minutes, long enough to stop me before I threatened to do some evil things to my step-brother. He ushered Finn and Rachel to their seats and continued talking about some other pointless tactics to get new members. I, like many others in the group, rolled my eyes and let my mind wander.
Maybe that wasn't the best decision, when all I could think about up until the bell rang was all the different things I could do to Blaine if he and I were all alone in a room together...mmm...
...
I was still caught in my daydream when Mercedes shook me awake, and guessed I was thinking about 'Anderson boy' since my face was turning bright red from the dirty things that had just poisoned my mind... she hugged me goodbye at the door and I walked to my locker, hugging my books tight across my chest. I unlocked the code and pulled open the door to my locker, reaching in to the back, searching for my headphones that had been lost somewhere underneath the mountains of books inside. I retrieved them and pulled back to look at the multiple pictures on the inside of my locker door. Many included friends from glee, old pictures of family and a small faded picture of me and my mum from when I was just a baby. I sighed and closed the door, only to be faced with none other than Blaine Anderson.
"Shit!" I flew backwards, hand pressed to my heart in surprise, as he stood with a smirk on his face. "You scared the life out of me!"
"Sorry" he laughed, and how the hell was I stood here having a conversation with the most gorgeous guy in school? "You're Kurt, right?"
"That's right"
"I'm Blaine Anderson" he grinned, "nice to meet you" he said nonchalantly and leant against the lockers.
"I know who you are, you stuck up for me with Karofsky earlier in history class." My eyes narrowed slightly, now was my chance to get the answers I had been pondering over all day.
Blaine's smile seemed to fade a little at the mention of the jock's name, but he stood up straight and nodded slightly. "Yeah, he's a prick"
"Mhm" I nodded awkwardly whilst his gaze burned into mine, I couldn't help but stare at his gorgeous parted lips, and why the hell was he talking to me? Shouldn't he be hitting on a cheerleader right now or something?
"But you're okay now?"
"Uh, yeah"
"That's good...you-you will let me know if something else happens, right? If he does something to hurt you? You'll tell me?" there was a certain edge to his voice that almost made me wonder what was going through this guy's mind. He looked positively evil.
"Uh, sure"
he smiled confidently, and looked as though he was about to walk away. I couldn't let him get away that easy. I still needed answers.
"So why did you punch Karofsky?"
"pfff" he let out an amused sound, "is there any reason that I had not to?"
"True" I sighed, hugging my books closer to my chest. "But what provoked you?" I pressed further.
"Ah," he sighed dejectedly, "I didn't like the way he was treating you" I watched as his eyes sparkled, they almost resembled diamonds, although the hazel colour still burned through.
"Y-you, wait...what?" I struggled to come to grips with this, why the hell was he bothered about me?
"I don't like the way he treats you, or the things he calls you, they aren't true. I've only been at this school for two days and I knew that none of it was true, you don't seem like a disgusting person" he leaned against the locker again. "Then again I haven't really had the privilege of talking to you properly yet, Mr. Hummel" he winked and I blushed so hard I thought my cheeks were on fire, this just made him smile wider and let out a chuckle, stepping a little closer. Fuck, he sure was a charmer.
"I'd love to get to know you better" he sighed and I felt his breath on my neck from how close he was. I honestly don't know how I didn't die right then and there.
"I-is it true what you said, earlier?" I stuttered out pathetically, not knowing what to say to his previous statement. He looked a little taken aback from my subject change.
"Um, which part?"
"The part about you being gay and having a boyfriend." Oh wow, that was extremely nosey, I almost took it back but he looked pleased that I had brought it up.
"The gay part, yeah, I was telling the truth, the boyfriend part, unfortunately no."
I felt my jaw drop, and I couldn't decide whether it was the fact that he had confirmed he was gay(ohmyfuckinggod) or the fact that he didn't have a boyfriend. Are you freaking serious? Has no one seen how gorgeous he is? Are they all blind? He seemed to notice my reaction and laughed a little.
"What about you, do you have a boyfriend?"
"Uhm, no" I mumbled pitifully and hung my head a little, but this piece of information only seemed to lighten his mood.
"Hmm, Interesting" I looked up to see his pupils grown darker; they seemed to glow as they burnt into mine, a lustful look spread across his face. I just smiled uneasily, desperately wanting to talk to this fucking gorgeous boy, but not having the confidence that he clearly had. I hadn't even noticed that we had been inching closer towards each other whilst we'd been talking until Finn interrupted, looking pissed off.
"Kurt why the hell are you talking to him?"
Blaine jumped a little at the sudden deep voice, then turned to glare at Finn, I watched the glower of hatred that they exchanged and felt the air become thicker and more intense whilst Finn placed a protective hand on my shoulder, pulling me back slightly.
"He can talk to whoever he wants, frankenteen." Blaine spat harshly, he watched as Finn pulled me further away from Blaine. I felt a little sheepish just standing there, so I spoke up, demanding to know why my crush and my step brother hated each other. Whoa wait, crush? Where the hell did that come from?
"What's your problem Finn? We were only talking"
"Yeah well don't talk to him" I heard the way he referred to Blaine, as though he were some filthy murderer or some type of animal. Both boys glared a little longer before Finn's grasp on my shoulder became more persistent. Blaine looked more uncomfortable than before and stepped backwards a little, reaching for his headphones that were wrapped around his neck. He tugged them over his ears and music began to play loudly, I wondered absent-mindedly how it had just randomly started playing, but noticed Blaine shoving his iPod back into the pocket of his skinny jeans.
"See you around Kurt" he said a little smugly, yet backed away in the other direction, turning on his heels and hooking his thumb underneath the strap of his backpack, walking around the corner.
"What the hell Finn!"
"Come on, let's go home"
"No! Explain! Now! I need answers!" he pursed his lips and shook his head slightly "Finn!"
Finn looked around a little defensively, wondering if anyone was listening, he shivered a little and then pushed me towards the direction of the exit.
"I'll tell you when we're in the car" he whispered quickly, shoving me a little more whilst I continued to glare at him. It was my first time talking to the most perfect guy in existence and Finn had ruined it! What if he was never going to talk to me again! "Anyone could be listening" he continued when I refused to budge. I finally moved, deciding that the faster I did so, the quicker I would get to know what the hell was going on here.
What could have possibly happened to make my step brother and my crush hate each other so badly? Whatever it was, it must have been bad, Blaine seemed like the most perfect, beautiful angel in existence in my eyes. What else was there to know about the mysterious Blaine Anderson that I hadn't noticed when I first laid eyes on him? I shivered a little at the thought, and let Finn steer me forcefully down the vastly darkening hallways of McKinley high.
A/N: thanks for reading! And thank you for all the reviews, they make my day-seriously I couldn't stop smiling whilst reading them. I will hopefully get round to replying to you all when I figure out this site a little more. Hope you liked the chapter, thanks for all the support!
Ell X
P.S. before you ask, I'm not too sure when the next chapter will be out, I still need to work on my other fic 'something beautiful' and I need to get round to actually doing my homework... otherwise I might just write the chapter now and make you wait on a cliffhanger for a while until I post it ;) I'm cruel like that ;D