Kurt Hummel looked back at his Dad and carol one last time, smiling weakly before boarding the coach, grimacing as his luggage gets loaded slightly rougher than he would have liked.

He kept his head down, avoiding any looks from the passengers, staring down and his white doc martins, finding a seat as far from anyone else as possible.

He sat down, looking at out the window and taking a deep breath. Sure it had been his idea to come to ‘beat’ the biggest music camp in American history; He would have been incredibly stupid to turn down a free trip!

But he had never been away from his family for more than a few days and he was beginning to feel slightly overwhelmed ...Breathe Kurt he thought. Its just one month...one month only.

The coach driver announced that they were only waiting on a few more passengers.

Kurt Cautiously let his eyes travel to the front of the Couch, flinching as he made eye contact with a burley teenage, out the corner of his eye he watched as a plastic bottle was passed throughout the group of Teenage boys and girls.

Behind them sat a group of Boys, all hunched over some sort of hand held console. Across from them sat a group of girls, all with too much make up and too little clothing, flicking through magazines.

Kurt unravelled his head phones and plugged them into his iphone, flicking through his playlist.
He was soon brought out of his music enhanced trance when a pair of converse clad feet started walking towards him.

He looked the other way quickly assuming they’d found a seat, he jumped suddenly as he felt a weight on his shoulder, headphones falling out.
“I-im sorry I didn’t mean to make you jump”
Kurt looked up to find a curly haired, hazel eyed boy, grinning down at him.

“Can I sit here?”
Kurt just stared, staying silent. The boy’s eyes flickered, obviously beginning to wander if he was mentally stable.

The boy looked smaller than him, he noticed..But stronger he thought as he noticed the way his t-shirt clung to his chest.
He finally found his voice.

“S-sure”
“Thanks”
Kurt slid over pressing himself against the window.

“My name is Blaine Anderson”.
Kurt forced a smile at the older boy.

“Kurt Hummel”
Kurt fell silent again, there were plenty of other seats free on the coach, why did he have to sit here?
Didn’t he know what Kurt was?

No, stop it, Grow A pair, if he wanted to beat you up he would have already. You came here to meet new people with your interest ...Music, just talk to him Kurt just-

“Oh my gosh, is that Alexander McQueen’s new trench coat?” Blaine asked pointing to Kurt’s jacket.

Kurts eye brows in shock.
“You know McQueen?”

Blaine mocked a hurt expression, placing his hand to his heart.
Kurt couldn’t help but smile.

“Wait, you have to see this!”
Blaine grabbed the rucksack he had dumped on the floor and began to rummage through it finally pulling out a magazine.

“I-Is that the new vogue! This came out yesterday how did-“
“Well open it! “Blaine laughed interrupting him.

Kurt grinned as the two bent their heads close. They sat flicking through the magazine, Kurts head running a mile a minute. This guy read vogue, he dressed well...he likes McQueen...
He couldn’t help but wonder if maybe Blaine was like him.
 

“Kurt...I need that scarf...I need it!”

They both laughed, Kurt realising it was a real genuine laugh for the first time in months but it was short lived as a gruff voice shouted from the front.
“Fags”

Kurt looked up to find the sandy haired burley teenager who he had seen earlier. He looked away, tears in his eyes.

Just like that his steal guard was back up, wrapping around him, comforting him, hiding him.

 made to rise out of his seat but without thinking Kurt grabbed his wrist and pulled him back down

There was uproar of laughter from the front.
“Your little boyfriend stopping you being a man?”
Blaines first clenched hard.

“Stupid fag”
Blaine shot straight back up, which set of another spiel of laughter.

Kurt couldn’t think straight. What was Blaine doing? What the boy had called him had been right. Why was he sticking up for him?
“You standing up to me fairy?”
The boy took a step closer up the isle towards Kurt and Blaine.
Blaine stood his ground, eyes dark. Jaw set.

“Call us that. One. More . Time.”

Us? Kurt thought, watching Blaine intently begging him in his mind just to sit down...he wasn’t worth it.

The boy sneered, stepping closer.

“You. Are A..Fa- Ouch ! Fuck!”

In a flash Blaine had caught the raised fist that was about to hit the shorter boy in the face, and in a neat move he had bent his arm backwards, free hand pushing hard against his shoulder.
One second the boy was standing upright, the next he was almost doubled over gasping.

“L-let me go!”

Blaine met Kurt’s eyes briefly and pushed the guy hard into a vacant seat. He stumbled back up, clutching his arm and scurrying back to the front of the coach.
Everyone turned back around, avoiding Blaine glare and whispering in hushed voices.

Blaine sat back down, ignoring Kurts gaze.
Where had he learnt to do that? Blaine was strong, he was so small though.
Kurt sat awkwardly as Blaine remained emotionless gazing down at the floor.

Finally, after what seemed like hours Kurt whispered.
“Blaine...are y-you gay?”
Blaine looked up from the floor and met kurts eyes, nodding slowly.
“Yes, I am ...are you Kurt?”

Kurt’s insides were doing flips...Blaine was like him!
“Yes” He answered.

Blaine smiled warmly at Kurt, Kurt smiled back and offered Blaine one of the headphones which he took gratefully.

The boys slowly slid closer, giggling over Kurt’s playlist, they were interrupted when the driver got on the bus, followed by three other adults.

He announced that everyone had arrived and three more coaches were following behind.

Blaine looked at Kurt as he laughed at a joke the curly haired boy had just told him.
He found himself intrigued on the colour of Kurt’s eyes. Were they Blue? No. They had bits of greens and greys. They were simply breathtaking.

Blaine realised straight away that Kurt had never met anyone like him before.
He could also tell he had a confidence problem, he saw how quick he was to put his guard straight back up.

Blaine was determined to find out what it was that had gotten Kurt so scared. But as he laughed again and through his perfect styled hair back, Blaine smiled. He really was Beautiful.

He also wanted to explain why he had reacted the way he had when the boy had challenged them. Calling them slurs that Blaine hated the most.
But he just couldn’t ...not yet.

Blaine Anderson smiled to himself; he had a feeling this month wasn’t going to be too bad after all.

Kurt smiled as Blaine scrolled through his playlists Cracking jokes about Lady Gaga.

Kurt was amazed at how well they got on. Kurt was not used to talking to any one much apart from his dad and Mercedes.

 And the fact that Blaine was gay!...Kurts insides fluttered. Not to mention Gorgeous. He Blushed quickly pushing those thoughts away.

He had a feeling they were going to be good friends, he hoped so ...

Kurt Hummel Smiled happily to himself...Maybe this month wouldn’t be so bad after all.