Chapter 16: New Student
The hallways were empty, everyone else was in class. Blaine scanned the lockers on either side of him, looking for the locker number that matched the one on the slip of paper in his hand.
"Blaine?" Puck sauntered down the hallway towards him, hands in his pockets, a smirk on his face. "So, the garglers sent you snooping? They must be really worried."
"I'm not spying. I'm looking for my locker." Blaine handed the slip of paper to Puck.
Puck scanned the locker requisition form. "Dude, you're serious?"
Blaine nodded. "Yeah, I'm a McKinley student now."
"Your locker's around the corner." Puck fell into step beside Blaine. "What? You got tired of your perfect preppy world?"
"Yeah, hanging out with you low-life peasants contaminated me."
Puck dug an elbow into the ex-Warbler. "And the real story is?"
"Well, I've been thinking that maybe Kurt's right about the whole conformity thing. I'm tired of being exactly like everyone else, what everyone expects me to be. And then that Smythe asshole joined the Warblers." Blaine shrugged. "I left."
"What did your parents say?"
Blaine looked decidedly uncomfortable. "I haven't told them yet."
Puck stopped walking. He stared at Blaine. "Dude! Do the words 'Death Wish' mean anything to you?"
Blaine took his schedule out of his backpack, and handed it to Puck. He threw the backpack in the locker, and pulled his new lock out of his pocket, and clicked it into place. "Yeah, they're not going to be happy."
Puck checked Blaine's schedule and pointed down the hall.
"Don't tell Kurt. I want to surprise him."
As Blaine walked away, Puck called out to him. "Blaine, Glee Club, 4 o'clock."
Kurt sat in the back, in the very last row, in English class. He was bored out of his mind. Romantic Poets, please! He alternated between playing Nova 3 and texting Nigel.
From Nigel: Stats is killing me
From Kurt: You might want to re-think your major, then.
From Nigel: You might want to be more sympathetic to the guy who sucks your …
Kurt stifled a laugh behind his hand.
From Kurt: my what?
From Nigel: whatever U want.
From Kurt: I'll let U know 2nite. 8?
From Nigel: have to study
From Kurt: 11?
From Nigel: 11:30 use Ur key punishment for making you wait would be entirely justified and much appreciated ;)
A smirk tugged at the corners of Kurt's mouth, even as his cock jerked in reaction to the image blazing across his mind. Dior, he loved this man!
Blaine entered the cafeteria, eyes scanning the room for a familiar face. Finn's height was pretty hard to miss. Blaine tracked the football player's direction…yep, the Glee table. Blaine's smile turned into a grin, as he saw Puck nudge Santana, who tapped Brittany's shoulder.
"Warbler dolphin!"
Kurt turned to see who Britt was smiling at. "Blaine! What are you doing here?"
"Ladies, Gentlemen, you are looking at the newest member of New Directions."
Sam pulled up a chair for Blaine, as questions bombarded the prep boy. "What are you talking about? Are you at McKinley now? Did you talk to Mr. Schue? What about Dalton? Have you left the Warblers?"
Blaine laughed. "I transferred to McKinley this morning. I talked to Mr. Schue last period. I am no longer a Warbler."
Kurt was concerned. "Blaine, you loved singing with the Warblers. What happened?"
"Sebastian happened. He joined the Warblers, and the whole feel of the group changed. It just wasn't the same."
Quinn leaned forward in her chair. "What did your parents say?"
"They didn't say anything." Blaine looked around the table. "Because, I haven't told them yet."
Mike whistled, and Sam breathed out, "Dude!" Even Finn understood that this could be really bad.
Santana shrugged. "Don't sweat it, Frodo. We take care of our own."
Blaine reached over and tugged on Santana's pony tail. "Thanks, Satan."