Chapter 3
Blaine wasn't sure what had compelled him to offer Quinn a ride home tonight. But it clearly had been a mistake. As he pulled up in front of her house and put the car in park he spoke casually, "Okay, so I'll see you at school?"
"My parents aren't home, if you want to come inside." Quinn responded, clearly trying to make herself sound nonchalant but Blaine knew better.
He sighed, "Come on, Quinn. Nothing's changed." Blaine looked straight ahead, avoiding her gaze. She always had to make things so awkward.
Quinn smiled slightly. "I know, I just... thought..."
Blaine turned to face her and although he was blunt he still spoke softly, knowing how upset the girl could get. "It's over."
Quinn's eyebrows rose ever so slightly and she replied in an agreeing tone. "Yeah... Whatever."
Blaine internally rolled his eyes. He hated when Quinn acted like this. She clearly didn't know that so why must she act like she knew that? It didn't make her seem any less desperate.
The two just looked at each other awkwardly for a few seconds before Quinn sighed and finally climbed out of the car. She made sure to slam the door of his car, which Blaine also wasn't shocked by.
"Okay..." He whispered to himself, glad that he was finally done with all of her drama. He drove away completely unfazed.

"Morning, Blaine... Blaine... Wake up!"
Blaine groaned internally. He hated waking up to the sound of someone telling him to wake up, especially on a Saturday.
"Come on. Up, up, up, up!" She clapped at each "up", successfully jarring Blaine from his sleep.
Blaine made a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat.
"Up." His mom urged.
"Saturday, no school." Blaine mumbled, shutting his eyes and going back to his sleep.
His mother sighed and smiled fondly. "Tutoring."
Blaine opened his eyes again, lazily. Fuck.

Luckily for Blaine, there was a bus that picked up the tutors and drove them to school so that meant he didn't have to waist his gas money on this shit.
And it really was shit. The kid he was meant to be tutoring, Louis, was really not getting it. It was just geometry. It wasn't that difficult. But this kid seemed like he didn't give two fucks. Which, ironically enough, was exactly how Blaine felt.
"Alright, let's try this again. Which of these are similar triangles?" He asked the kid, pointing to the book with the end of his pencil. "This one or that one, huh? What do you think?"
The kid huffed in annoyance and stood up. "Man, I think this is bullshit." He said, walking out of the room, causing everyone in there to stare at Blaine. Everyone included Kurt Hummel, of course.
"That makes two of us." He muttered to himself.
Blaine shut his book and spent the rest of the time twirling his pencil around and staring at the ceiling.
On the bus ride home Blaine popped in a CD to his player and turned the music onto a blasting volume, happy that his tutoring day was finally over but still annoyed that he would have to come back and do this shit again.
He didn't notice the smaller, paler boy looking back at him. He also didn't notice that boy standing and making his back to sit next to him.
When Kurt took the seat next to him, smiling softly, Blaine showed no actual emotion. He didn't take his headphones off and the only acknowledgement he gave the boy was looking at him in an unfriendly way before looking back out the window. He really didn't want a Kurt Hummel lecture right now.
"Hey." Kurt said happily, Blaine not really listening due to his music.
"Do you want to buy some raffle tickets?" Kurt asked, acting enthused about the one way conversation he seemed to be having.
"We're trying to raise enough money so we can buy McKinley some new computers." Kurt explained, smiling softly.
Blaine looked back at the boy who didn't seem to know how to take a hint. "No." He replied, looking back out the window. Any normal person would have gotten up and walked away but of course, Kurt wasn't exactly normal, was he?
"So, I saw you in there with Louis. And I know it can be very difficult but maybe you should try backing into it somewhere else."Kurt suggested kindly.
When he got no response from Blaine he changed the topic. "Are you going to go visit Jacob Ben Israel?" When he got no response once again Kurt nodded and raised his eyebrows. "That... would be a no..." He looked back to Blaine after a couple seconds. "You do know that they moved him from the hospital to that rehab place on Oak street?"
Blaine had finally had enough. He pulled his headphones off. "Is this your idea of small talk or something? Because if it is, your social skills need some work. Okay, no one forced him to jump."
"It's called peer pressure." He argued softly.
"And how do you know about that? Read it in your precious book?" Blaine asked in a snarky tone, looking down at the bible in Kurt's lap.
Kurt shut his eyes and took a deep breath, clearly offended by the comment. But he didn't come back with any snide comment. His response was simple. "Please don't pretend that you know me, okay?"
"But I do..." Blaine replied with a smirk. "I do. We've had all the same classes and the same school since kindergarten. Why, you're Kurt Hummel. You sit at lunch table seven, which isn't exactly the reject table but is definitely in exile territory. You have exactly one sweater. You like to look at your feet when you walk. Oh, and yeah, for fun you like to tutor on the weekends and hang out with the cool kids from Stars and Planets. Now, how's that sound?"
Kurt smiled a little and nodded. "Fairly predictable." He shrugged. "Nothing I haven't heard before."
"You don't care what people think about you?"
"No." Kurt replied simply and softly, still smiling as he got up and walked back to his front seat, leaving Blaine confused and slightly intrigued as he went back to listening to his music.

At his next rehearsal he decided to bum a ride off of Puck. He knew the good thing about his friends were they always had his back. He got out of the car, after some heckling from Puck and made sure to remind him to be back in an hour. Puck agreed and then made some comment about how they should get the girl with the nice ass to play in something like West Side Story. Blaine rolled his eyes and hobbled his way inside with his crutches. Sometimes his best friends were idiots.
Blaine was a little late and walked in to see the director talking about the play that was apparently written by someone named Artie and the music was of course, written by Kurt. Who somehow, knew how to do everything because he was the perfect preacher's son.
When Schuester noticed him walk in he stopped mid explanation and drew everyone's attention to Blaine. "Blaine, better late than never. Go ahead and join us." He said, motioning to the seats in front of him.
"Sure." Blaine said in a bored tone, taking a random seat in the back.
Schuester started giving out parts, and of course Kurt got a leading role. And Rachel Berry got the leading role. This process was ridiculous. Shouldn't they audition people rather than just giving away the parts like this- "And Blaine will be reading for Tommy Thorton."
Blaine looked up at the teacher and laughed a little. "Uh, no. No. I wasn't planning on acting or anything. I-" Blaine rambled nervously but knew that it was no use. Schuester apparently already had his mind made up.
That's what brought Blaine here. Reading lines with the cast. Rachel Berry was certainly a piece of work. So was this writing. It wasn't just cheesy. It was horribly embarrassing. And Rachel saying the lines like that and looking at him like that wasn't making it any better.
"When did you know, Tommy?" She asked dramatically.
"Know what?" Blaine said his line in a bored tone. This was ridiculous.
"That we were in love." She said with star struck eyes that were actually really terrifying.
Blaine sighed, looking down to his script. "Love? Uh.. Baby, believe me, you don't wanna go fallin' in love with a guy like me."
"It's too late, Tommy. I'm crazy about you. I'm breathing it, drinking it all in. Aren't you?" Rachel asked, and god this actually couldn't get any worse, until...
"Yeah, I- I don't know what I'm drinking, Doll face. But if this is love... pour me another glass?" Blaine ended the sentence with a small laugh of disbelief.
Artie stared at him from across the room, clearly not amused.
"Blaine, are you trying to be bad at this?" Schue asked in a slightly annoyed tone.
Blaine smirked and shrugged. "Um, no. Just comes naturally." He said, grinning broadly at the director.
A few people laughed, in fact, most people laughed. Blaine even saw Kurt in the corner of his eye, smiling and shaking his head. That gave him a really nice feeling for some reason. It probably had nothing to do with Kurt, though.

Blaine stood out there for half an hour and Puck still hadn't showed. Of fucking course.
Eventually Kurt exited the building, having some conversation about the play with Artie. And soon after that Blaine saw that Kurt had walked up behind him and was probably going to talk to him. Great. Another awkward conversation.
"So, would it kill you to try?"
Blaine resisted rolling his eyes but instead responded cockily. "Yep, and I'm too young to die."
"Okay, so you don't care about classes or graduating but you like school because you're popular and you'll never be on top again."
Blaine looked back at him. "That's thoroughly predictable."
Kurt looked at him knowingly. "Your act only works on an audience." He said before walking away to his own car.
Blaine frowned. What the hell did that even mean?!
He looked out on the road and still saw no sign of Puck. He sighed and looked back to Kurt who was getting in his car. He was desperate at this point. If he didn't get a ride from Kurt he would be waiting another half hour for one of his other friends to show up. Maybe more, because his friends were all kind of dicks.
Blaine hobbled his way over to stand in front of Kurt's car, getting his attention. Kurt rolled down his window and Blaine moved to the side, looking into the window with a cocky smile. "You feeling Christian?"