Here's chapter three! This one is definitely longer than the other two. Thanks for reading, hope you guys like it.
Chapter Three
Kurt's alarm clock started blaring at five in the morning, as it always did. He usually pressed snooze for every five minutes for about half an hour, but today he got up right away. He wasn't even tired, since he slept so well. He woke up in a great mood. He figured it was because he went to bed in a great mood. Yesterday was the first day in months that he got to get out of the house with his father. After they had pizza, Burt returned to work. But, Kurt didn't mind. He was happy with the amount of time he got with his dad. Once he got home, he found himself constantly thinking about the boy he ran into in the bathroom. At first, he tried to stop himself, because it was strange to admit to having a crush on someone you saw for 5 seconds in the men's room. But, he figured thinking about the boy was better than thinking about other things, such as how alone he always was.
Having a crush on someone made Kurt so happy. Usually, he tried to avoid liking anyone, because he was the only openly gay teenager in Lima. He knows he has no chance with anyone, so it would be pointless to even waste time crushing on anyone. With the boy, Blaine, it was okay to crush on him, at least for now. Because Kurt doesn't know him yet. He doesn't know whether he's straight or not. He could allow himself to have fantasies of Blaine coming out to everyone, and admitting to having a crush on Kurt. If Blaine was gay, Kurt would definitely have a chance with him, especially if he befriended him before anyone else. Kurt told himself to make friends with Blaine today, but he knew he wouldn't. Kurt was too shy to make the first move, even if he wanted to.
Since Kurt recalled the girls in his first class talking about Blaine yesterday, and remembered that it would be his first day today, he wanted to look his best. He was glad he got up at five today. He needed time to style his hair perfectly, and to moisturize his skin. He chose his tightest skinny jeans, the ones that made his butt appear nicer than usual, and a plain black shirt with a collar, and a bowtie to match the jeans, which were red. It wasn't his absolute best outfit, but he was still trying to take his clothes down a notch and make himself less noticeable. He wore a black belt, and black shoes. Simple enough. It was hard for him to not go all out with his clothing, but he knew that he had to hold back to be safe.
He sat alone on the bus to school and listened to his music. Kurt loved to use music as an escape. He looked out the window and thought about Blaine. He thought about his pretty eyes and the way he smiled at Kurt as he walked by.
As the bus pulled into the school, Kurt told himself that Blaine was most likely straight and not interested in being friends with him, and that he shouldn't get his hopes up too much, and also shouldn't embarrass himself by trying too hard to catch Blaine's attention. Kurt sighed as he got off the bus. Another day of solitude.
He shuffled into school, and opened his locker quickly. To his surprise, there was no rude note ready to fall to his feet when he opened it. There almost always was. He didn't think too much of it as he gathered his books. He shut the locker and went to first period, where he had advanced English. He walked into the classroom and took his usual seat in the back corner of the room. He looked at the door and saw his teacher talking to another teacher. More students slowly filed into class, and then the second bell had rung, indicating that it's time to be in class. The teacher, Mr. Morris, strolled into the classroom with a student following closely behind with his head down.
"Class, we have a new student," he said, and Kurt's head shot up. "This is Blaine Anderson. Please, welcome him." Blaine stood there for a second and smiled, and everyone else just stared at him. "Well, Blaine, find an empty seat," said Mr. Morris awkwardly. There were only two empty seats in the classroom. One in the opposite corner that Kurt was in, and one that was next to the person in front of Kurt. Blaine looked around the room as if he was searching for something specific. His eyes met Kurt's, and Blaine's lips went slightly upwards. He began to walk to the empty seat that was diagonal from Kurt without breaking the eye contact. Kurt grew uncomfortable and dropped his gaze. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Blaine frown as he sat down. The teacher went on about The Great Gatsby, but Kurt could not pay any attention. All of his focus went to the back of Blaine's head. The desks were not spaced far apart, so if Blaine turned his head at all, he would notice Kurt staring. Kurt didn't care though. No Kurt, stop, he thought to himself. I don't want to get my hopes up for nothing.
The bell rang and Kurt got his stuff together. He liked to be the last one to leave the room because he didn't want to be in anyone's way, so he took his time. His next class was right down the hall, anyway. He had history. Kurt was bending to his left to retrieve his books from the floor when he heard a voice.
"Hey," someone said softly. He looked up to see Blaine standing next to his desk. "I'm Blaine."
He was wearing his varsity jacket, which had a football on it. Kurt looked flustered. "Um, hey. Yeah I know your name. Uh, I'm Kurt. Are you waiting for me or something?"
"Yeah. I don't know how to get to my next class."
"And you're asking me?" Kurt said. He didn't mean to sound rude, he was just confused.
"Um, yeah, sorry am I not supposed to?"
"No! I mean, yes, its fine. Sorry, I just never get spoken to, like, ever. Especially not by the jock types, such as yourself," Kurt spat out. He immediately regretted admitting to Blaine that he doesn't have friends to talk to. He looked down at the ground as he followed Blaine out of the room.
"I have history next, with Mr. Coleman," Blaine said. Kurt was relieved that Blaine ignored what he had said about no one talking to him.
"So do I. And his room's right there," Kurt replied, pointing to a room that was about four classrooms away from where they were. "There's an empty seat in front of me."
"Perfect." Blaine followed Kurt into the room and plopped down right in front of him. He turned to face Kurt. They had about five minutes until class was supposed to start.
"So, what's up?" Blaine said casually.
"Uh, Blaine, why are you acting like we're friends?" Kurt said. He didn't understand what was going on. He was scared that the football team put Blaine up to this.
"Do you mean why did I choose you to be my first friend here? Well, I saw you in the bathroom at that pizza place last night, so I recognized you in class this morning. Actually, I recognized you in the hallway at your locker, and then I realized we had the same first period class when you walked in, but I was stuck outside talking to Mr. Morris and some other teacher, so I looked for you when I walked into class. And so I sat near you. And then we talked. And now here we are," Blaine stated with a smile on his face. Kurt wondered if his new outfit choices made his sexuality less predictable. Everyone already knew Kurt was gay before he came out, which was why he was bullied even before then, and why no one ever wanted to be his friend. He figured Blaine didn't know he was gay. Or maybe, just maybe, Blaine wasn't a homophobic jerk like everyone else.
"Oh, okay," was all Kurt could think of saying. He didn't know how to be friendly, or have casual conversations.
"Here, look at my schedule and tell me if we have any more classes together," Blaine said while handing Kurt a schedule printed on light red paper. Kurt examined it, then gave it back.
"Lunch, fifth period. And science sixth period. Lucky for you, I don't have a lab partner. The position is open for any takers."
"Awesome, thanks Kurt! Hey, I have football practice after school, but after that, maybe we can hang out? Or maybe tomorrow, since I don't have practice then," Blaine told Kurt. Kurt was taken aback. No one had ever asked to hang out with him. He was still scared that Blaine was doing this because the football team told him to, but he was too desperate for a friend to even care.
"Yeah, tomorrow sounds good. Gives me time to give my dad a heads up, although he won't be home anyway. Unless you want to go to your house," Kurt managed to say. He was nervous to talk to Blaine.
"Nah, there's boxes all over my new house still. Your house sounds good," Blaine answered. Kurt couldn't stop smiling after that. Class had started, so Blaine turned around. When history was over, Blaine walked out with Kurt and said, "I'll see you at lunch!" and turned away, then turned back and said, "How do I get to Italian class?" And Kurt smiled and directed him, then went in the opposite direction.
"Hey, I'll be at my locker after third period if you need help getting to your next class," Kurt said loudly. Blaine had already walked away, but was in hearing distance.
"Thanks Kurt!" Blaine shouted without looking back.
Kurt sat in Algebra and thought about Blaine. He tried to pay attention, but all he could think about was how beautiful Blaine's eyes were.
Toward the end of the period, Kurt heard two of the football players that were in his class laughing. Somehow, he could tell they were laughing at him.
"Hey, fag," One called toward him. He didn't look up, so they hit his shoulder. He rolled his eyes.
"What?" he said coldly. They didn't deserve kindness.
"I saw you talking to our boy Blaine this morning," the other one said. His jacket said David.
"What makes him your boy? He's my friend," Kurt said. It was hard to suppress the smile when he said friend. He was never able to call someone his friend before. The boys laughed though.
"He's not your friend, he just feels sorry for you. And he's our boy because he's our teammate. And he's chill. But, that's none of your business," said David.
The other boy chimed in, "Look, Hummel, I think it's pretty clear that you're already in love with the kid. I saw you staring at him first period. But, don't even think about going after him. He's interested in girls, not girly boys like you." That honestly made Kurt's heart sink a little. But, how would they know who Blaine's interested in?
Kurt didn't know what to say to them. Why would Blaine want to be friends with him if he already had a whole team full of guys who actually liked him? Kurt didn't understand anything about Blaine.
"I don't like Blaine that way. And he was the one who talked to me first, so I think –"
"Boys, be quiet!" Mrs. Matthews said. The bell ran immediately after, and Kurt gathered his things quickly and got up to leave, but the two football players stood in front of him.
"Just quit talking to him," David demanded.
"I can talk to whoever I want," Kurt said, and pushed past the guys before they could react to what he said. He walked swiftly to the hallway and to his locker, but the guys were following him.
"Hey! You can't talk to us like that!" the other boy, Kurt thought his name was Bryan, said to Kurt. He went up to Kurt at his locker and pushed him so hard that Kurt slammed his head against another locker. David laughed and high-fived Bryan. Kurt tried to stand but David pushed him back down.
"Hey! Guys what are you doing?" Kurt heard from across the hall. He saw Blaine running toward them. "Guys, stop," he demanded, and bent down to help Kurt up.
"Anderson, I thought you were cool," Bryan said.
"Yeah, I thought you guys were too," Blaine replied. "Don't lay your hands on Kurt again, or I'll quit the team."
The boys looked at each other, then they both said, "Whatever," and walked off.
"You alright?" Blaine asked Kurt softly.
"Yeah, Blaine, thanks. Thanks a lot. But, I don't get why they would care so much if you quit the team. I mean, I'm sure you're important to the team and everything, but I didn't think they would back down that easily."
"I'll tell you about it at lunch, alright? I just want to get to my next class. Can you help me?" He showed Kurt his schedule again.
"Down the hall, make a left, then a right. It'll be the first or second classroom, I believe," Kurt directed him.
"Thanks, I'll meet you in the cafeteria for lunch. I know how to get there." Blaine smiled and walked off.
Kurt felt so lucky to have met him.