Blaine pushed through the crowds in the narrow hallway and made his way to his new locker. Strange faces all stared at him as though he was an alien species. It's okay though, He was used to it, used to being the new kid. He finally reached his locker and dumped his books inside, and began to make his way back down the hallway towards his first class. Among the staring eyes and judging glances, someone caught his eye. He had a familiar face, though Blaine was not sure why.

Apparently, his staring was obvious, as the boy's smirking friends nudged him and pointed at Blaine. The boy turned to look in his direction, and that's when Blaine saw him clearly for the first time. He was tall, slightly muscular, and wore stylish clothes. His brunette hair was styled into a quiff, and Blaine noticed he had highlights. His eyes were blue and gorgeous and his skin was icy white and flawless. He smiled a wide grin at him and then turned back to his giggling friends. Blaine could feel his face burning a bright red as he turned on his heel and half ran down the hallway.

History was his first class of the morning and as he had nobody to sit with, Blaine sat at the front across from the teacher's desk. It's always safe there. He flipped through a book and fussed around with his pencil case, pretending to be busy, hoping the jocks behind wouldn't notice he was there. Suddenly, a musical, high pitched laugh floated through the room and Blaine looked up to see him. They made eye contact again so Blaine nodded politely and went back to his pencil case, when a small, dark haired girl yelled "Go talk to him!"

Blaine prayed to god she wasn't talking about him, but as luck would have it, she was. The boy walked over hesitantly and spoke,

"Is it okay if I sit here?" he asked, gesturing to the seat next to Blaine.

"I, uh, sure, um yeah, of course." Well done, Blaine, he thought to himself. Smooth. He could feel the boy looking at him and felt his cheeks blushing for the already the second time that morning.

"I'm Kurt, by the way." he grinned. Blaine forced himself form a relevantly sane sentence, "Uh, nice to meet you...Kurt. My name is Blaine Anderson."

"I saw you staring at me earlier, Blaine Anderson." Kurt said with a coy, flirty smile.

"Oh, I, uh, recognized you?" He managed to choke out.

"Oh really? Where from?" he says, with an amused smirk spread across his face.

"I'm not sure, exactly." Blaine ducked his head and the red in his cheeks spread to his ears and he just wanted the floor to open and eat him up right then. What was it about this boy that was making him so nervous? He usually loved speaking to new people, as long as they approached him first.

Kurt stared at Blaine for a few, long seconds before exclaiming with mixed curiosity and excitement, "Blaine Anderson! Did you ever go to a drama summer camp as a child?"

Suddenly, all the memories from that summer flooded back. Blaine was only 8 at the time, but he definitely remembered. He was extremely shy as a child, and even though he loved performing, he found it very difficult to make friends. That's why Blaine admired that boy so much. How he was so confident and funny, and seemed to speak to everyone with ease. True, he made friends with only girls, but still Blaine envied him. Because he was at camp with his older brother, Cooper, he found himself having to join in with Cooper and his new friends. He hated every tedious game of football and every dull prank, and longed to talk to that amazing boy. But Kurt was popular and Blaine was shy, and Kurt was funny and Blaine was quiet, so he could only admire him from a distance.

"You okay?" He asks with genuine concern and just a hint of amusement. That's when Blaine realized he hadn't actually spoken for a minute or so.

"Um, yes I did! How do you remember me? I don't think we even spoke."

"No we didn't, but I always hoped we would. It might have taken 9 years, but here we are, at last!" Kurt jokes.

Blaine chuckled and looked up, through his long, thick and dark eyelashes. Kurt couldn't help but smile fondly him. Who was this short, adorable, dark haired gorgeous boy who wore too much gel and a cute little bow tie, and why was he now in Kurt's life for a second time?

"Where is the teacher? They should be here by now..." Blaine said nervously, as Kurt just stared dumbfounded at him wondering if he had really just seen Blaine pull out and look at a pocket watch.

"Oh yeah, it was my grandfather's. I prefer it to a regular watch." Blaine says sheepishly. Luckily for him, Kurt found Blaine's shyness extremely endearing.

"Hey Blaine?"

"Yes?"

"If you don't have anyone to spend lunch with, you're welcome to join me and my friends."

"...I would love to, Kurt."

And at that moment, the teacher walked in and told the class to get their textbooks out. Kurt and Blaine shared another shy glance, before doing as they were told. They both couldn't help but think to themselves what had just happened, who had they just met, and they both shared the same weird feeling that their lives were about to change entirely.