Chapter 2 – The French Class
Miss Lismer stood at the front of the class going on about past tense but all the blue eyed boy could think about was the bad boy in the hall way.
How dare he think I, Kurt Hummel would be interested in someone like him. I have a reputation that I need to live up to and that boy would only shred it to pieces. Why am I even thinking about him? His thoughts were interrupted when the classroom door flew open revealing a familiar face. "You're late. What's your name?" Miss Lismer called from the front of class.
"It's Blaine, Blaine Anderson"
Hmmm. Blaine Anderson the scruffy bad boy in the hall now has a name. Now I know who to avoid. Kurt's thoughts were interrupted again when Blaine sat at the desk next to him.
"Hey sweet cheeks, fancy seeing you again" Blaine practically growled earning him a scoff from Kurt. "Aw baby's giving me the silent treatment. What've I done wrong babe?"
"I'll never be your babe"
"Don't doubt yourself you can be my baby anytime"
"Just shut up before you get me in trouble"
"Someone thinks about themselves more than others"
An angry voice interrupted their conversation from the front of the class "Hummel, Anderson detention after school"
"But..."
"No buts Mr. Hummel 1 hour after school tomorrow"
Feeling defeated Kurt slumped back in his chair. Blaine just laughed quietly to himself.
"You think this is funny, this you're fault" Kurt said raising his voice a little but not enough to gain any unwanted attention.
"Moi?" Blaine asked sounding innocent maybe even a slight pout played about his lips.
"Blaine Anderson, high school clichéd bad boy is that a pout?"
"What can I say; you bring out my soft side baby"
"Stop with the baby, my name is Kurt use it!"
"Sure Kurt. Whatever you say, baby"
"Anderson, Hummel 2 hours" Miss Lismer shouted from the front of the class once again.
Shortly after, the bell rang signalling the end of the lesson. Thank God.
Blaine was the first to leave the room shortly followed by Kurt. Blaine felt someone grab his forearm and spun 'round on his heels coming face to face with Kurt.
"Oh baby, I like the hands on approach" Blaine said smugly.
"Just drop the attitude and listen for once"
Blaine hushed.
"I'm sick and tired of the way you talk to me and now because of you I have to sit through 2 hours of detention. My first detention. With You"
"It's okay, detention is a great experience and you can sit next to me if you like. I'll even hold your hand if you get scared"
"Grow up" Kurt, pushing past Blaine, hurried of to his next lesson. Blaine just stood there with a small smirk placed on his lips.
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The rest of the day was a breeze for Kurt but only because he didn't have to look at Blaine. As he approached his locker for the last time that day he was greeted by his worst nightmare. Not the bullies, the jocks or the wanna be cheerleaders, no. Worse than that Blaine, the boy he couldn't stand and yet the only one he couldn't stop thinking about. What was this boy doing to his brain?
"Hey babe, couldn't stand to stay away from huh?" Obviously this was Blaine talking.
"Actually this is my locker and yours is about 20 feet that way" Kurt said pointing down the hall. "So, either you've already got lost or you want something"
"Well, the only thing I want is you"
At this Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Seriously, out of everything you could have you only want me?"
"Yeah, but unfortunately for me you're the only thing I can't have" Blaine sunk against the lockers. He actually seemed genuine but Kurt wouldn't fall for any hidden tricks he might be playing. Kurt carried on and opened his locker; removed everything he needed for that nights' homework and turned to leave. Surprisingly, Blaine didn't try to keep Kurt talking. However, Kurt thought nothing of this and carried on walking. The one thing on his mind was how he was supposed to tell his father about the new detention Kurt had received earlier that day.
