Here's chapter four! I'm starting to get busy, so I'm making a goal to try to post a new chapter once a week. Hope you guys like it.
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Chapter Four
Kurt watched Blaine walk down the hallway, following his instructions on how to get to class. He turned the other way and walked to Spanish. He felt grateful that there were no football players in his next class. They were always the only ones to pick on him, while everyone else just stood and watched. They even laughed as the jocks threw Kurt against lockers in the hallways. He thought about what had just happened. Blaine stood up to them. He stood up for him. But, the strangest part was that those guys actually listened to him. Blaine threatened to quit the team, and that made the jocks back down. Blaine must be a really good player.
"Class, you have a test coming up," Mr. Schuester stated. "And, I'm going to let you practice your essay right now. You have to describe your best friend. Use the adjectives we learned last week. Describe what they look like, what they act like, and what they like to do. You have until Monday to get this assignment to me, but it should not take that long. If you think your essay is good enough, you can use it as your test essay, and you will not have to write another one when the test comes up next week. Don't use Google Translate though! I can tell when you use it, guys."
Kurt had to do this same assignment last year for Spanish II, but he only had to describe what his best friend was like. Of course, he had to use his dad as his best friend. He wanted to make one up, but he felt like the teacher wouldn't even believe him. This was different now. Now he had Blaine. And, although he had only known Blaine for a day, he would consider him his best friend. Why would he defend Kurt like that in the hallways if they weren't friends, anyway? He was excited about this assignment.
He began by describing the basics of Blaine. His name and his age, and where he lives. Then, he described Blaine's features. His curly dark hair and his golden brown eyes. Plus, his height, which was on the short side. Then he wrote that Blaine was very kind and sympathetic and funny. And that he liked football. He had to stop there, though. He didn't actually know anything else about Blaine. I'll have to ask him about himself in lunch, Kurt thought to himself. If he sits with me rather than the football team.
Blaine kept saying "see you at lunch," but that didn't mean they would sit together. All of the football players sit at the same table, along with the cheerleaders right next to them. Blaine would feel left out, and possibly even embarrassed sitting near Kurt. The bell rang while Kurt was trying to find more adjectives to label Blaine. He collected his books and headed straight out the door.
He walked into the cafeteria and looked right at the football team's table to make sure Blaine wasn't there yet, which he wasn't. Kurt sat at the table nearest to the door so that Blaine would notice him right when he walked in. The football players were at the next table over, though. They would clearly notice if Blaine sat with Kurt. Kurt thought about this, and then got up to relocate, but he saw Blaine walk in, so he sat back down. Blaine glanced at all of the tables until his eyes met Kurt's. He began walking toward him, but the football team called out to him.
"Anderson! Over here, man," Bryan said. He was the one that pushed Kurt. Why would Blaine even tolerate him?
"Come on, Blaine, we saved you a seat," said one of the cheerleaders. Kurt rolled his eyes, and his face got red.
Blaine smiled kindly. "Sorry, guys, I'm sitting with Kurt," Blaine called back at them. The whole table turned to look at Blaine, to see if they had just heard him correctly. He smiled once again and sat down right next to Kurt.
"Hey, Kurt," Blaine greeted him. Kurt didn't want it to be clear how surprised he was that Blaine chose him over the football players, so he didn't ask why.
"Hey, Blaine. How has your first day been so far?"
"It's been alright, thanks for asking. My mom told me I would make so many friends so fast, but that's not true. I mean, people smile and say hi to me in class. I guess they're only friendly to me because of this jacket, though," he said, pointing to his name written on his varsity jacket. "You're the only friend I've made so far, and I like it that way. Having one really great friend is better than having a bunch of throw-away friends, you know?"
Kurt nodded his head. "Is that what the football guys are to you? Throw-away friends?" Kurt questioned.
"They're barely friends to me, honestly. I mean, they're funny and cool and everything, but I would never hang out with them outside of school," Blaine answered. Kurt smiled because he remembered that Blaine wanted to hang out with him tomorrow.
"Right. Do you miss your old friends?"
"Um, actually, I didn't have many. I was in a glee club, so I had friends there, but I was never close with them. Then I joined football and had to quit glee, so they didn't want to talk to me anymore. And the football guys didn't want to talk to me because I was in glee club and they thought that was lame. So, I was pretty alone," Blaine admitted to Kurt.
"Well, don't feel bad about that, because I was alone too, before you came. I'm lucky you did move here. I really needed someone," Kurt said back.
"We're perfect for each other, Kurt!" Blaine said and laughed. Kurt smiled.
"Yeah, Blaine, I guess we are."
"I'm gonna work on my homework, but we can keep talking," Blaine said.
"Okay, I'll work on mine, too, then." Kurt took out his Spanish essay. Blaine looked at it for a split second, and his eye caught his own name.
"What is that?" Blaine asked.
"Oh, it's my Spanish work. I have to write about my best friend." Blaine took the paper out of Kurt's hands and examined it.
"You're writing about me? I don't read or know any Spanish, but that's really awesome," Blaine said.
"Yeah, well, who else was I to write about? I didn't want to write an essay on my dad again," Kurt replied. Blaine smiled.
"I've written best friend essays about my brother before, and I don't even like him, so I know how you feel. Oh, do you want to ask me questions? It'll be like an interview!" Blaine exclaimed. He put his own homework back in his bag and focused on Kurt.
"Yeah, okay, I just need to know things that you're interested in. I already have football, but what else?" Kurt asked.
"Well, I like to sing. Actually, I love it. And I like theater and video games and movies. And pizza," Blaine revealed. Kurt loved that Blaine was a lot like him in the sense that they both enjoy performing, but he was also like the football players because he liked video games and such. It proved that just because you're an average guy, doesn't mean you can't be interested in things like theater and dancing.
"That's perfect, Blaine. That's all I really need. Sorry, that wasn't much of an interview," Kurt said.
"It's alright, man. When we hang out tomorrow we can play the question game or maybe just talk about things we're into to get to know each other better. Best friends need to know each other inside and out," Blaine stated.
"Sounds great, Blaine. And, I like singing and theater, too. I wish this school had a glee club," Kurt told him.
"We should make one. I'm sure so many people would be interested. I could join, too. Football practice here is only twice a week, so it would be easy to do both, as opposed to my old school where we had practice every day. I hated quitting glee. I liked it more than football," Blaine admitted.
"Then why'd you choose football?" Kurt questioned.
"My dad didn't like that I was in show choir. Especially at an all-boys school. And, I had always been so good at football. That's why this school, McKinley, begged me to come play for this team. They offered to pay me, but I said I'd come for free, since I wanted to leave my old school anyway," Blaine said. Kurt's eyes were wide.
"I had no idea that they wanted to pay you or anything! You're that good?" Kurt asked, and then it clicked in his head. "OH. That's why David and Bryan didn't want you to quit. They need you on the team."
"Yup. I kind of think that's why all the guys are being so friendly toward me. They don't want me to feel unwelcomed. They can't risk me quitting."
"Makes sense. Well, you don't need them, anyway," Kurt said.
"Yeah, I only need you," Blaine replied and nudged Kurt playfully. Blaine seemed so tough on the outside, but he was really soft on the inside.
Kurt and Blaine continued eating and talking throughout the whole lunch period. They laughed a lot, which caught the attention of the tables next to them. Students clearly thought it was strange to see Kurt having a friend, especially one such as Blaine. Kurt realized that this was the happiest he's ever been at school.
After lunch, Kurt and Blaine walked to their Chemistry class together. It was a long period of taking notes. Blaine got to sit right next to Kurt, since he was his new lab partner. He passed a note to Kurt.
This class is forever
It read. Kurt wrote back.
Only three more periods today, including this class
He passed it to Blaine. Blaine began writing and passed the note back to Kurt.
Except I have football practice after school. I'd invite you to watch, but I don't think the team would appreciate it.
Kurt smiled. The fact that Blaine considered invited him was enough for Kurt. By the end of the period, Blaine had given Kurt his number, and told him to text him after football was over. The bell rang and the boys got up together.
"Don't forget to ask your dad about me coming over, Kurt," Blaine reminded him.
"Of course," Kurt replied.
"How do I get to gym?"
"I have to pass the gym to get to my next class, so just follow me," Kurt answered.
Kurt walked Blaine to the gym doors, and Blaine thanked him for all of the help, and told him they'd talk later. Kurt just nodded his head. He walked to Basic Foods, which was actually his favorite class. In Foods, you were assigned a partner. Kurt got paired with the quietest girl in class, Tina. They weren't necessarily friends, but they both worked together in peace. She was the closest thing Kurt had to a friend before Blaine came along.
During class, he heard Tina singing to herself as she mixed batter. He always heard her do that, and never thought anything of it.
"Tina, you have a nice voice," Kurt said. Tina blushed.
"Th-thanks, Kurt," she replied.
"My friend Blaine, and I, want to start a glee club. Would you be interested?" Kurt asked. Tina's face lit up.
"T-t-totally!" She said. Kurt secretly liked that Tina had a stutter, because it made her different.
"Awesome. I'll let you know if we can find a way to get something going," Kurt promised.
Kurt and Tina made cupcakes, and Kurt decorated his with red and white frosting, and used the white as a background color and used the red as hearts. He made one with a red B instead of a heart. When the bell rang we jogged to the gym to see Blaine. Plus, he had gym the next period.
"Blaine!" Kurt called down the hallway. Blaine turned around and smiled.
"Hey, Kurt! Thank god you're here, where's room 234?"
"Walk up the stairs by my locker, then go to the right. Here, I made you a cupcake," Kurt handed Blaine the cupcake with the B on it.
"You take Basic Foods? That's pretty cool. Thanks, Kurt," Blaine smiled, took the cupcake, and walked off down the hallway.
After gym, Kurt went to his locker and looked for Blaine, but then realized Blaine had practice after school, so Kurt just went onto the bus. There were no empty two-seaters, so he sat in a three-seater by himself and put his backpack next to him and his cupcakes on his lap.
"Can I sit here?" he heard a girl ask. He looked up to see Mercedes Jones looking down at him. He knew her from when he used to go to church, and heard her singing in the choir all the time. Then, he stopped attending church, and most of the church-goers stopped tolerating him, but Mercedes still smiled at him sometimes.
"Yeah, sure," Kurt said, moving his backpack to the floor.
"I don't know if you remember me, I'm Mercedes," she said.
"Yeah, you used to be in the church choir, you were great. Do you want a cupcake?" Kurt offered, showing her the cupcakes he made in class. He had more than enough, and he didn't want his dad to eat all of them.
"Yeah! Thanks," Mercedes answered. "And, yeah, I still sing at the church. I'm sorry you had to leave, but I know you weren't treated the same after you came out. I didn't think different of you, though." That made Kurt feel really happy.
"Thanks. I didn't want to continue going, anyway. But, since you're such a wonderful singer, you'd probably be interested in a school glee club, right? My friend and I are trying to get one started," Kurt told her.
"Yeah, Tina told me eighth period. I didn't know you were the one that talked to her about it, though. I'd love to join, just let me know."
"I will," Kurt promised. The bus stopped and he stood up to get off.
"I'll save a seat for you on the bus tomorrow morning, Kurt," Mercedes said.
"Thanks. See you tomorrow," Kurt said back. He made two friends in one day. Three if you counted Tina. He was ecstatic.
He got home and called his father. "Hey, dad, there's this new kid at school, and we're friends, so can he come over tomorrow?" Kurt said into the phone. He tried to sound casual, but he sounded how he felt, which was excited. Burt was excited too, since this was Kurt's first friend.
"Sure, son. That'd be great. I'll leave work early tomorrow and bring you guys home some pizza."
"Thanks, dad!
"I'm happy for you, kiddo," Burt declared.
"Yeah, me too," Kurt said. "I'm happy for me, too.