Most of it isn't true anyway and soon Kurt will be living in New York, majoring in fashion with a beautiful condo and a handsome boyfriend. Away from this town and it's small town habits of airing everyone's dirty laundry. So he chooses not to care.

To be honest, it bored Kurt. The monotony of it all. The constant need to be popular, who was cheating on who, the relationship changes. It was the all the same day in, day out.

He held his head high as he strolled through the corridor, ignoring the disapproving glances, on his way to his English class; he was better than these people and one day they'd be working for him anyway.

He supposed he had friends. He had Mercedes, Tina and even though he cringed to admit it, he even had Rachel. He was accepted by Glee club but not one of them understood. Understood what it was like to be gay in high school or what it was like to lose your Mom. Things had improved since his Dad and Carol had got together; he loved Carol and he even loved Finn in that brotherly way. But he lacked that special connection with somebody. Of course he wanted to be rescued by his Prince Charming, wanted it more than anything else but he knew it was unrealistic. This was a high school in Ohio, for God's sake. But right now he'd settle for somebody to understand.

Kurt slumps into his usual chair, seated at the back of the classroom on his own. Nobody sits next to him, they never do. It's always the same when he doesn't share his classes with any of the New Directions. Who wants to sit next to the school queer, right? It is contagious after all, he thinks as he rolls his eyes to himself.

All the pupils pile in, and Kurt watches as they all gravitate to the opposite side of the classroom. That's just the way it is, everybody avoids him and he accepts that. But he still can't help the bitter sting he gets in his chest everytime that people treat him like something they scraped off the bottom of their shoe.

"Today we are going to start our next topic on Hamle-" Ms. Roberts was abruptly cut off as the classroom door swung open.

"Can I help you?" She questioned.

Kurt looked up from where he was doodling in his notebook to see what all the whispering was about, sweeping his eyes across the class room where they landed upon an unrecognizable head of dark curly hair with a body clad in a leather jacket. Kurt assumed that this was the new kid everybody was murmuring about in the halls. He went back to doodling, paying no attention to the new kid. What difference does it make to him? It's just one more person who will judge him..

"Would you like to introduce yourself to the class?"

"No, not really..." Kurts ears pricked up as he now heard the new kids uninterested tone.

"Well then Mr...?" Ms. Roberts paused and looked down at the form the new kid had placed on her desk. "Anderson."

"Blaine. Mr Anderson is my father." He said, lip snarled in something like anger but not quite.

"Well, take a seat."

Kurt heard the new kid mumble something under his breath and looked down at his notebook again. He wasn't interested. Sure, the kid was attractive, that was putting it lightly but he always stopped himself there before he had the chance to get his hopes up. Like he did with Sam a few weeks ago. Of course he would end up with Quinn. She's blonde, beautiful and captain of the cheerios. But most importantly she's a girl. It was okay, he reminded himself, he would be in New York this time next year.

He was interrupted from his train of thought when he noticed a figure standing directly in front of him. His eyes landing on smouldering hazel eyes. Kurt was a little intimidated with the expression he saw there. it was a look he'd seen Santana give many people before, mainly Puck. Or Brittany, actually. It was purely sexual.

No, he must have been mistaken. People just don't look him like that.

This guy was straight. He was just fucking with Kurt. He must be.

"Yes? Can I help you?"

"Oh, I'm beyond all help." He said with a smirk "So, what do I call you then babe? I'm Blaine but you can call me whatever you want."

Kurt would normally come back with some witty retort but he just sat their in shock, blushing like a fool. Not only was he willingly talking to him but did he just call him babe? This kid was definitely fucking with him.

"Sit down Mr Anderson." Ms Roberts said sternly.

Blaine gritted his teeth, slammed his bag on the desk and threw himself into his chair next to Kurt. Boy, he must really hate being called that thought Kurt.

Kurt had to bite back his chuckle as he watched Blaine practically sulking.

"How old are you?" Kurt asked incredulously, not quite believing this guys immaturity.

"Old enough." He replied, his mood shifting completely with a down right dirty smirk and an honest to God, actual wink.

Old enough? For what? He couldn't mean... Oh God.

Kurt turned his head away from those gorgeous eyes as he attempted to hide his blush.

With a deep breath Kurt turned to the seat next him and muttered "First off, I am not your babe and second, If you sitting here is just some sick way of tormenting me by being able to throw insults at me and play mind games just to mess with me for a whole hour, everyday then you may as well choose a different target because believe me, I've heard them all."

He may be cute but so was Finn and we all know how great that turned out. If his own step brother could call him a fag then what makes anyone else different?

He turned in his seat to face Kurt and when he looked, actually looked he was stunned by how beautiful Blaine was, how deep his eyes seemed, how his soft expression seemed to contradict everything about him, his cocky smirk no longer present across his handsome features. Amongst his thought process, he was surprised that he actually caught Blaines reply.

"That's not my intention at all actually."

"So then what is?" Kurt asked suspiciously.

Blaine's sinful God damn smirk had returned with a vengeance as he just turned back to face the front of the class room leaving Kurt wanting answers that by the looks of it, Blaine wasn't going to give him.

With a huff Kurt finally got started his work. Talking to idiotic boys wasn't going to get him out of this town.

The rest of the lesson went pretty much like normal except that Kurt couldn't help but keep throwing fleeting glances at Blaine who was annoyingly drumming his fingers on the table tops and tapping his foot to some imaginary beat. Even though he told himself not to go there, this guy was gorgeous and there was something really intriguing about him. The fact that he caught Kurt staring and just carried on smirking did nothing to help his frustration with not getting an answer.

Focus. Don't let him get to you.

He carried on with his notes and started to complete the task that had been set for them. He was finally getting into a flow when he suddenly felt a warm hand rest on his knee. He froze and glanced at Blaine who just continued staring at the front like nothing was happening, feigning innocence. Still drumming his free hand on the table.

"What are you doing?" Kurt whispered harshly.

Blaine turned to Kurt, smug smirk still in place, and said with a raised eyebrow.

"I thought you wanted to know my intentions?" and with that he slipped his hand up to his thigh.

Kurt couldn't believe that this was actually happening. The initial shock that a boy, a hot boy was actually touching him, Kurt Hummel, school gay, baby freaking penguin, lasted for a few seconds but then he remembered where he was and what was happening and that's when his anger flared.

But he also couldn't believe he was... he was actually getting turned on by this, this idiot.

Who did this guy think he was? Did he think it was okay to go around touching random strangers? As his hand started to drift even higher, Kurt practically threw Blaine's hand from his thigh and shot him a scathing glare.

"Do not touch me." Kurt hissed.

Blaine, much to Kurt's irritation, continued to smirk ahead looking at the whiteboard.

"You're an asshole." He mumbled under his breath.

But Blaine's smirk only grew as he became more amused.

And with that Kurt huffed, shifted on his seat so he was facing away from him. Well, as much as he could as they were sat right next to each other. And yet again, attempted to get some work done this lesson.

No such luck.

"Can I at least get a name?" he interrupted.

Kurt had to force himself to ignore him. He didn't need this. Kurt's first thought about the new kids sexuality just might have been wrong, But Kurt wasn't going to throw himself at the first gay person he meets... even if he is hot. He doesn't even know this asshole and he has a gut feeling he shouldn't get involved.

"Guess I'll just have to call you babe then?"

Ugh, why did he have to be so irritating?

"Kurt." he muttered.

"What?"

"My name is Kurt. Kurt Hummel, okay?"

"Kurt, look I'm going to make you an offer... I'm willing to fuck you. Free of charge." he still had that stupid smirk in place that Kurt so wanted to smack off.

He is willing to fuck me? For free?

"You're willing to fuck me for free? What makes you think I'm willing to fuck you?" Kurt asked hushedly.

"Oh, you and me both know you are. You just won't admit it to yourself yet. " He was going to slap that smirk off, he really was until the bell rang to signal the end of lesson.

"Go jump off a bridge."

And with that Kurt stormed out the classroom as fast as his Doc Marten clad feet could carry him just so he didn't get another 'offer'.

Who the hell does this guy think he is? First off, touching him inappropriately and then suggesting that he's going to want to fuck him eventually. That's ridiculous. Kurt doesn't want anything to do with him...

That's why Kurt bangs his head on the desk in third period. He just couldn't get Blaine out of his head. His stupid intense, dark stare, his stupid cute curly hair, the way his stupid hand felt on his thigh, the way it almost stupidly touched the place he definitely didn't want to be touched yet at the same he really did.

It was confusing for Kurt. He'd never had people touch him like the other kids did. They were used to casual touches and hugs. Kurt rarely got that.

Maybe that's why Blaine got to him. Yeah, he just wasn't used to being touched. That was it.

With all this thinking and overanalyzing it was lunch before Kurt knew it. He really wasn't in the mood to sit with the New Directions and hear about their trivial arguments. He grabbed his lunch and found an empty table in the corner away from everybody.

He pulled out his new Vogue and for the first time since English class his mind wasn't on Blaine. Of course that wasn't allowed to last for long. With a clatter of a lunch tray on the table, there was intense hazel eyes. Sat right opposite him.

"Hey hot stuff. If you're reading up on the best sexual positions, don't worry. I know a lot that you'd fucking love." he said with that stupid wink from earlier.

He couldn't just say things like that to people.

Kurt hated his blush. If it wasn't for his blush then he could ignore Blaine and act like his words never affected him at all.

"I am not reading up on sexual positions but even if I was it wouldn't be for you." he snapped. "Plus, this is Vogue. Educate yourself."

"Aw babe, don't be like that. You know you want me."

"No, I really don't. So if you would kindly leave and go harrass somebody else that would helpful." he said, eyes still trained on the magazine.

Stay calm, Kurt. Do not let him get to you. He repeated his inner monologue from earlier.

Blaine ignored Kurt and stayed put. He started his lunch and started tapping the table top again.

God that was irritating.

He was about to snap at him for the insistent tapping when he felt something rubbing his leg. Was that a foot? Ohmysweetjesus, that was a foot. Blaines foot was rubbing against his leg under the table.

Kurt couldn't deny the tingly shiver that ran up his spine. But he couldn't actually enjoy this. No, he wouldn't let himself.

Kurt looked up to see Blaine smirking at him.

"Can you remove your foot from my leg please?" he said in the most murderous tone.

"Well, seeing as you asked so nicely."

He removed his foot but just started tapping it on the floor. He kind of wished he'd just left his leg there just so he didn't have to listen to the annoying tapping. How was he supposed to learn the new trends for this season with that tapping.

"Will you stop that too? It's really irritating."

"Stop what?" He looked genuinely puzzled.

"Oh I don't know. The annoying tapping maybe?"

Blaine paused. Kurt was shocked. This was the first first time Kurt had seen him stuck for words.

He finally replied, Kurt expecting something sexual to tumble from his lips "Eurgh, whatever."

And with that, he stood up instantly and headed straight out of the cafeteria.

Oh, okay. Wierd.

Kurt just sat there staring, dumbstruck at the retreating leather jacket. Wondering what the hell had garnered that kind of reaction. After all the things they'd said to each other today, asking him to stop tapping his foot caused him to storm off?

Kurt thought that at least with Blaine gone he could concentrate on his magazine but he couldn't. The whole incident had just caused more questions to pop into his mind pester him for the rest of the day.

By the time the final bell went Kurt was exhausted. He couldn't wait to just go home. He picked his things from his locker where he was met by Mercedes.

"So how was your day?"

"Ugh, don't ask." he groaned. "Yours?"

"It was okay, I guess. Pretty boring. Oh, did you hear the gossip about-"

They were interrupted by, oh god no one other than Blaine himself.

"Hummel." he nodded as a sign of hello.

"What do you want now Blaine?"

"Look, I've come to renegotiate my offer from earlier. It's just that you look like a bottom, okay? If that's not what you're into then that's fine, babe." Kurt glared. "I'm sure we can come to some other arrangement."

Okay, I guess he's over his bad mood.

Mercedes stood there, mouth hanging open stammering for something to say as Kurt blushed harder than he ever had his whole life.

"Look Blaine, not now, not ever will I ever want to take you up on your offer." He slammed his locker shut and leaned into Blaine's personal space and repeated the word slower for emphasis "Ever."

And as Kurt stormed down the hallway, he rolled his eyes yet again as he heard Blaine shout the words You're so into me. He knows he probably should have stayed behind and explained to Cedes before she went and told the entire Glee club something that sounded a lot worse than it was but he was so exhausted he just couldn't care.

He knew he'd face the firing squad tomorrow from Mercedes and probably the rest of glee club but at the moment he just didn't care.

He'd only known Blaine a few hours and already his brain was a jumbled mess.

Something in Kurts head was telling him the whole thing was a bad idea.