Chapter 3

As the bell for the end of lunch rang through McKinley High the members of the New Directions began to enter the choir room in dribs and drabs. Kurt stuffed his US History text book back in his bag as Finn approached him. "So I just needed to tell you I don't need to get a ride back to the house with you after school," Finn stood in front of his step-brother as he spoke. "Ok that's fine," Kurt replied glad that it meant he could hurry to the parking lot and out of the gates without having to wait for Finn to take half an hour to say goodbye to Rachel as well as hopefully being able to avoid any more awkward encounters with Blaine.

However, he was knocked off his train of thought as Mercedes took the seat next to him. "Explain." He knew exactly what she was talking about already but decided to act otherwise. "Explain what? I don't know what you're talking about?" he questioned for her to elaborate. "Oh you know exactly what I'm talking about, white boy. This lunch time, in the cafeteria," she pushed on. "Oh right, that," Kurt looked at her as though he only just understood. "That was Blaine." He said without any explanation. She was just about to retort when Mr Shue walked through the door and greeted the room with the same enthusiasm as always.

"Oh, there you are Mr Shue," began Rachel urgently. "I really need to talk to you about my solo at the next sectionals-"

"Err Rachel, we haven't decided who will be getting solos yet," the teacher interrupter her in a hope to stop her from going into some long-winded speech about her emotions again.

"Well then, in preparation for my impending solo at sectional, I have prepared a number which I think could be a contender for our set list." Mr Shue looked down at his lesson plan, decided that it was probably better to let her perform than to say no and have her storm out. "Ok Rachel, shows us what you've got." He took one of the empty chairs next to the rest of the teenagers and watched her take her place on the floor as the band stared up.

"I will not make the same mistakes that you did,

I will not let myself,

Cause my heart so much misery,

I will not break the way you did,

You fell so har-"

The door to choir room suddenly burst open and in strode the Cheerleading coach holding a pair of pliers. Without a word, she turned to the area of wall next to the door and punch at it hard, breaking through the first layer of the thin plaster. "Err Sue?" What do you think you're doing?" the Spanish teacher asked in a warning voice. She didn't answer as she reached into the hole holding the tool and proceeded to cut through the wiring there. The whole room was in darkness in an instant and the amps in the corner fizzled off. She them turn to look around at them before saying, "Your already wasting oxygen by breathing, now I'm stopping you wasting electricity too. Your idiotic club is the reason we have holes in the ozone layer, or something like that. Global warming still seems extraordinarily gay."

And with that, she turned on her heel and walk out the way she had come in. No-one said anything for a minute. Rachel looked like she was going to cry. Tina was crying.

Mr Shue was the first to speak. "Ok guy, I'm going to talk to Figgins. I guess you can all go now, but you need to stay on school site until the end of the day. Have a good week-end." The teacher walked out of the door his fellow faculty member had just exited through and was out of sight. The rest of the club started to gather their belongings together and head out after him.

Kurt slung his bag over his body and walked purposefully out of the room. He wanted to avoid any more awkward questions that the others had about Blaine so instead of following the rest of the members who seemed to be heading towards either the gym or the library, he took a different direction and headed into the boys' toilets. He hoped that in here he would be out of the way from any unwanted attention.

The bathroom was empty as he entered and went into one of the empty cubicles. After not hearing the door open, he assumed no-one else was in the as he exited the cubicle. He was quite startled when he saw Blaine leaning against the row of sinks.

Kurt froze for a moment before walking toward the sink at the far end of the line, furthest way from the watching boy. He had had quite enough of this now and suddenly he felt a lot more confident than before. "What do you want now, Anderson?" Snarked Kurt in a tone pressed with attitude.

"Oh I think you know perfectly well what I want, beautiful" he replied as he wandered closer to the boy washing his hands.

"No, actually I don't," replied Kurt, his voice faltering at the end of the sentence. It seemed that the closer Blaine was, the more flustered he became. All the more reason to keep away from him, Kurt thought to himself.

"You don't?" asked Blaine, who was now standing extremely close to Kurt. Kurt turn to face him, trying his best to stand his ground but he knew it wouldn't work. He could smell cigarette smoke more strongly than before, as though Blaine had just been smoking. "No," the brown haired boy's reply came out in a higher pitch than it was meant to and he blushed for the fourth time that day under Blaine's stare.

The new boy had one hand on either side of Kurt's body; their torsos were only an inches apart. Blaine was so close now that his nose was less than half a centimetre away from Kurt's. Kurt inhaled sharply as he looked directly into the boy's dark eyes. "Does this answers your question?" Blaine whispered as he leaned forward to capture Kurt's lips in his own.