WFL

A/N: :) Another short one. Hopefully better than nothing.

Chapter 13

"We've been doing this for how many weeks and you people still can't remember the quadratic equation? Is that what you are trying to tell me?"

Blaine listened to the shrill tone of his teacher's voice as he slouched down at his desk. He was pretty sure he was the only one who was listening, and maybe even the only one who knew the quadratic equation. This class didn't seem to be the, how do you say, brightest light bulbs in the package.

But maybe they were. Maybe they were just distracted because a certain pop star was seated in the back of their classroom. That may've been it. After all, practically the whole entire class was staring at him; the girls with creepy smiles, the guys with questioning looks, possibly 'why are you here?' and now the teacher, who apparently had asked something.

"Excuse me?" Blaine asked, adjusting himself in the chair. Great first impression.

"I asked if you could tell your classmates what the quadratic equation was, Mr. Anderson? If not, don't hurt yourself."

Blaine smiled shyly. He wasn't looking to participate. There was enough attention on him as it was, and answering questions only made him seem like a know-it-all. Either way, he replied in a small voice, playing with the sleeve of his sweater.

"The quadratic equation is ax(2)+bx+c=0."

Blaine gave a closed lip smile to the one on his teacher's face as she grinned and went over to her desk. The class still hadn't turned to face her, and her aggravation had shown when she picked up a yardstick ruler and slapped it across the desk, the sound echoing throughout their small classroom. The students jumped and faced front, and Blaine had never been so thankful to see a yardstick ruler in his life.

"The next person to turn around gets detention! Now who cares to repeat what Mr. Anderson said? How about you with the purple on? Your name escapes me."

Blaine lounged back again and pulled out his phone, hoping that if he hid directly behind the guy in front of him he wouldn't be seen using the device by his seemingly psychotic instructor. He went to Kurt's name in his messages and prepared to send a quick text.

Hi baby. –Blaine

It was only a couple of minutes before he got a response.

Hey. Missed you at my locker this morning. –Kurt

Yeah. Fangirls got to me before I could get to you. Sorry. –Blaine

Blaine tuned into the banter between his teacher and classmates. Someone must've turned around again because she was writing up detention slips.

I figured so. –Kurt

Blaine smiled down at the message, wondering if Kurt was mad at him. It wasn't like he'd let him kiss him hello that morning anyway, with the whole 'don't tell the world you're gay' bit he and everyone else seemed to be singing.

This is awkward. I mean of course I expected it to be but IDK. Everyone's just looking at me –Blaine

You're Blaine Anderson. –Kurt

Will you stop saying that? –Blaine

K. –Kurt

So yeah, Kurt was still bothered by this. The only time he texted 'K' was when he didn't want to discuss something any more.

:( Are you upset that I'm here? Honestly. –Blaine

No, Blaine. You know I'm not. –Kurt

You seem upset. –Blaine

I get to see you more. I'm not upset. I'm just concerned for you sweetie. That's all. –Kurt

Blaine looked at the time, and then tapped the girl next to him.

"What time does this period end?" he asked with a warm smile, hoping not to startle her.

The girl with short blonde hair and wide rimmed glasses only stared at him with her mouth agape, and Blaine sighed. Looks like he wasn't going to get an answer from her.

"8:45." The person to his left said. Blaine turned around and smiled, thanking him. He was a big guy with a leatherman jacket, dark hair like his own, and a dopey smile. He introduced himself as 'Zane' and said it was no problem, welcoming Blaine to the school before facing front again.

It was good to know not everyone was crazy here.

Can we try again? Your locker next period? –Blaine

If you can work past all the women, sure baby. –Kurt

Ha ha. Very funny. ;p –Blaine

:-* -Kurt

….

Kurt stood at his locker, hair spray in hand as he fixed himself up a bit in the mirror. He could hear the crowd of girls flailing as they spotted Blaine, crowding around him. Kurt smirked, looking over his shoulder and seeing a few security guards getting trampled. And there was no way that this wasn't a fire hazard.

It had been a full hour since he'd been at school and he had yet to lay eyes on his boyfriend. Of course, he expected this, he actually expected worse, but he couldn't deny it would be nice to maybe have a hug, or maybe hold hands with him. Maybe one day.

Kurt gave up when the late bell rang, slamming the locker shut and smiling over at the crowd. Now, Coach Sylvester was over there, throwing people against lockers and screaming for everyone to go to class. Kurt rolled his eyes, wondering how it was possible that she maintained employment status anywhere in life, not to mention around children, and began to walk away. Before he could turn the corner, someone had rushed up to him and grabbed his arm, whirling him around a little.

Kurt full out laughed when he saw Blaine. His hair was crazy and his sweater was stretched, shirt yanked down around his chest. He looked like he just barely made it out alive. But he had a smile on his face, and Kurt happened to love that.

"They tried to take my virginity, Kurt. I told them they couldn't have it."

Kurt laughed again, shaking his head as he looked Blaine up and down. "Um… wow. Good luck holding on to that v-card for the rest of the day, Anderson." he patted Blaine on the strap of his backpack and sauntered off.

Blaine smiled, watching his boyfriend sway away gain. "Can we try your locker again next period?"

Kurt peeked over his shoulder with a smile. "Last chance."

….

As Kurt sat in his second period class, he smiled as an announcement sounded over the intercom.

"Ladies and gentleman," Figgins voice said, "I know we had the morning announcements already, but this needed to be said."

The class all smiled because that meant their Chemistry teacher had to shut up for once. Kurt looked at the board, copying down notes as he listened.

"It is the intention of myself and my teaching staff for every student of McKinley to have a safe, welcoming experience at school."

Kurt scoffed. They weren't saying that when Karofsky was harassing him last year.

"So, it turns out that we need to enforce a few rules to ensure that the transferring of students to classes remains safe and no deaths occur."

"Damn it. They're stopping us from following Blaine Anderson around! It's not fair!" one nameless cheerleader shouted from the back of the classroom. Kurt rolled his eyes at the stupidity that was his high school.

"Anyone found smothering students in the hall way will be placed in two days detention. If it happens on more than one occasion and we feel you are a threat, there is a possibility of suspension."

The females groaned and Kurt ignored them. He wondered if that whole 'it'll be over in a week' thing his boyfriend mumbled a week back was actually going to come into fruition.

….

Kurt took Blaine's schedule and observed it, leaning against his locker as Santana ran her mouth. Blaine just stood there, smiling at his boyfriend.

"And this isn't going to fly. You need a back bone Anderson. I can't afford to get to class late because you can't tell these losers NO," she annunciated, staring at a fangirl that was seconds away from asking Blaine for a hug. Blaine ignored everything around him, waiting to hear if he had any classes with Kurt.

Puck finished flirting with a girl and turned back towards his friends. "So what's up guys? Hurry it up I have class with that hot milf next period."

"We have next period together," Kurt said and Blaine grinned, "and lunch fifth period, then we finish it off together with seventh and eighth."

"Awesome," Blaine smiled. "So we can study together. Want to come over after school and study?"

"I can't believe I wanted in your pants, Anderson." Santana said, shaking her head. "You have no game."

Kurt laughed, closing his locker and leading the group away. "I'd love to come over and study." Puck and Santana followed behind them and Rachel ran up with a smile.

"Oh my god, how are you? I heard the announcement and everyone says you keep getting attacked!"

Blaine hugged his sister as he accepted his schedule back. "I'm fine. We're heading to my place after school—"

"Damn, Anderson," a group of hockey players walked past and Puck immediately jumped in front of his friends. "You hanging out with the glee club losers? That's a quick way to plummet yourself to the bottom of the food chain."

"Get lost," Puck spat, getting right in Rick's face, "I won't hesitate to beat your ass, again, right in front of your lame friends."

"Are you children smothering each other? Would you like detention?" Figgins asked, walking over briskly. The hockey players smiled at Blaine, shaking their head and walking away.

"No, principal Figgins. We were just saying hello."

Blaine watched them walk away and Kurt and Rachel said goodbye to each other. She hugged her brother and rushed off to class, and Puck and Santana hurried the couple along.

"C'mon guys, let's get you to class before some other assholes get me riled up."

Blaine tried to walk as close to his boyfriend as Kurt allowed without him whispering a reminder of 'homophobes'. Kurt smiled though and looked back at him.

"Are you missing being homeschooled yet?"

Blaine shook his head, glancing at the beautiful boy next to him that he got the pleasure of calling his boyfriend. "Nope."

….

Lunch went rather well. Blaine was nice and walked around the lunchroom, taking pictures with people and signing things. After everyone was satisfied, he walked back over to the glee club's table, sitting next to Mercedes and sharing small talk about his day so far. Blaine tried to ignore the stares and snarky comments the jocks were making across the lunchroom and focus on enjoying his lunch period.

Kurt and Rachel spent the entire time arguing about which solo would work best for his voice, and every so often, his boyfriend would look over and smile at him. Just a simple smile that sent Blaine's heart soaring to the sky. He took out some classwork Mike handed him to catch up to where they were in his fourth period class.

Pretty soon, it was all over the school that Blaine was joining glee club, though that wasn't true, and Mr. Schue had a few pages worth of glee club auditions to look at. He knew he'd end up rejecting most of them because they'd not be able to sing and would be in the club for the wrong reasons, unlike the kids he currently had, but it felt good to actually be able to cut someone, instead of begging people to join.

Seventh and eighth period were great. Blaine took a seat next to Kurt in both classes. They sat near the back and Blaine spent the entire time trying to sext, ignoring Kurt's replies of 'pay attention before I report you' and continuing his dirty message. It was sooo worth it being able to see Kurt blush and cross his legs suggestively.

Totally worth it.

When the day was over, girls came to the conclusion that outside of school, they didn't have to respect the rule, and hundreds of them found Blaine on the way to his Range Rover. Eventually, Finn, Puck, Mike, and Sam helped to ward them off, threatening to call the police, and they helped him safely climb inside his truck.

This is way too entertaining. –Kurt

Blaine smirked at the message, rolling his eyes away. He kissed Rachel on the cheek after she said she'd be heading off to the Hudmels to hang out with Finn, and drove off in the direction of his place.

….

James was outside the building when he pulled up. A minute later, Kurt did as well, and they both got out their cars. Blaine looked at his manager skeptically, giving him a head nod. Kurt eyed the man before walking past, and James stopped the both of them with a smile.

"You aren't going to introduce me to your friend, Blaine?" he questioned, his eyes raking across Kurt with a sarcastic smirk.

Blaine sighed, not having the time for this man's antics. Shouldering his bag, he gestured to Kurt and then to James.

"Kurt, this is my manager James." Kurt smiled warily, accepting the man's sweaty hand and wincing. "James, my friend Kurt. We go to McKinley together."

James nodded, giving Kurt his hand back. "It's so nice to meet you. So what will you two be up to?"

"Studying." Blaine answered shortly.

James smiled. "Have fun."

….

Blaine opened the door to his condo and allowed Kurt to enter first. His boyfriend had been going on about how weird James' behavior was, and Blaine only said that he was weird in general. Kurt also mentioned how people were speaking to him at school that had never spoken to him before because they saw him hanging out with him. Blaine smiled and closed the door behind him, locking it and throwing his bag down to the floor. He took Kurt's as well and whipped the boy around in his arms, placing it down and urging him over to the couch.

"This is some interesting studying you have going," Kurt said with a smirk, giggling as Blaine laid him down.

"You thought I was kidding with those text messages, huh?"

Kurt smiled into the kiss that Blaine placed against his cherry lips, breathing out through his nose and relaxing in to the sofa. The elder continued to move his lips across Kurt's, softly peppering kisses from the upper on to the lower, and his hand cradling his boyfriend's head.

"So," Kurt smiled, looking up into hazel eyes, "how was your first day?"

Blaine pulled away briefly to adjust his body on top of Kurt, making them more comfortable. He kissed him again and then settled into his slender side. "With the exception of almost losing my life, and those asshole hockey players being assholes, I'd like to think it went okay. I got to see you a lot more than I normally would've."

Kurt nodded his understanding, and Blaine decided that a certain spot on his throat needed his attention. He attached his lips there, sucking gently and reveling in the low groans Kurt made because of it.

A moment later his hands were trailing down Kurt's body and he laughed as his boyfriend pushed him away.

"We can finish this after we get our work done."

Blaine pouted, leaning in for another kiss, but nodding as he went to get their bags. The day wasn't so bad, at least not everything.

He could get used to this.