The clock ticked second by second, hell bent on showing the students each and every second they were spending in the class and not outside on break. Droopy eyes and wide-mouthed yawns filled the room.
Kurt Hummel simply sat in his seat, zoning out but not allowing himself to slump in his seat or close his eyes and drool on the table, being tired was no excuse for looking bad.
The seconds continued to tick and the students continued to wonder when the godforsaken pointless homeroom period would end.
The teacher finished scanning the room, having been with them during their 3 years in high school, she felt no need to call their names and simply needed to look around the room.
“Well,” she muttered, Kurt barely hearing her from his sear in the back “I don’t know why he’s not here but…”
Kurt perked up, everyone who was in his homeroom was currently in the class. There were only a few students in this homeroom, leaving most of the rooms empty, especially the ones around him. He couldn’t help but wonder, since everyone he knew was supposed to be here was currently snoring with their tongues hanging out of their mouths or on the verge of doing just that, yet the teacher clearly meant that someone was missing which could in turn only mean-
The door crashed open and the whole class jumped, those who had been asleep quickly snapping out of their rest.
Who’s that? Kurt wondered.
Knee high combat boots.
Doc Martens Kurt couldn’t help but notice, and a newer style than the ones he had.
Ripped skinny jeans.
A tight white shirt under a coal black vest that was as ripped as the jeans and adorned with pins everywhere.
An intricate and oddly beautiful tattoo running up a well toned arm.
Eyebrow piercing, ear piercing, and curly hair that fell over impossibly mesmerizing hazel eyes in just the right way.
Kurt caught himself staring and quickly looked away only to find that everyone in the class had been doing the same, including the teacher.
“Sorry honey,” The boy smirked at the teacher as he tossed a paper on her desk “didn’t mean to keep you waiting long but the dear old principal wanted to have a nice little chat with me.”
“Mr. Anderson, please respect your superiors.” The teacher reprimanded him “Would you like to introduce yourself to the class?”
“Sure thing babe” he turned to the class whose attention he had completely taken and began talking before she could reprimand him again “Blaine Anderson, 16, I’m a Junior but hey decided I’m too smart for them so I’ll be graduating with you idiots instead of those idiots. Transferred here from Dalton Reform School because father decided this hell hole would teach me a better lesson than the other hell hole.” He directed his gaze to a girl in the class who had literally been looking at him with predator eyes since the moment he walked into the class “I’m gay” the girl jerked a little with shock at how straightforward the announcement was as Blaine turned to look at one of the jocks who had visibly stiffened up when he said those two words “and if you have a problem with that, then I have a problem with your face.” Finally he turned to the teacher and winked “but I wouldn’t mind having some fun with you.”
“Mr. Anderson!” the teacher gasped, visibly flustered and with a blush creeping up her cheeks “that’s enough! Please find a seat and remain silent for the res of the class period!”
Gay? The word took a while to process in Kurt’s mind The first gay guy I meet and it has to be this?
Blaine’s low gravelly chuckle filled the room as he started walking through the class. And kept walking.
Ohgodno Kurt’s eyes widened Please no.
But alas, the fates decided to work against him today as Blaine dropped a worn black messenger bag on the desk next to Kurt’s and sat down.
“Hey.” Kurt thought he saw a twinkle in the boys eyes but simply huffed and looked away, hoping he would take the clue.
“Don’t ignore me sweet face” Blaine took a stray lock of Kurt’s hair and played with it.
“Don’t touch my hair!” Kurt almost screeched as he swatted the other boys hand away.
Blaine simply smiled at him.
“So the pretty doll can talk”
Kurt felt his face heat up.
Did he really just call him pretty?
Sure, the boy looked like trouble but Kurt had to admit he was also way too good looking for his own good.
No Kurt thought No, I can’t do this.
So he simply turned his head away again.
“Aww” Blaine whined as he placed a hand on Kurt’s back.
Kurt was about to turn and tell him to go away when he felt Blaine’s lips on his ear.
“You know” Blaine’s voice was a low growl as his hand started to move lower on his back “I could make you feel so” and lower “so” and lower “so good.”
Kurt jumped up from his seat as Blaine’s hand started reaching the curve of his ass. Thankfully the bell rung at exactly the same time.
Kurt snatched his bag off of the desk and just about ran out of the room , not daring to look back as Blaine’s laugh echoed in his ears.