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Aug. 23, 2013, 9:58 a.m.
Say What You Need to Say: Chapter 2
M - Words: 869 - Last Updated: Aug 23, 2013 Story: Closed - Chapters: 11/? - Created: May 07, 2013 - Updated: Aug 23, 2013 75 0 0 0 0
Chapter 2
Blaine Anderson was in the middle of his first week of McKinley and so far he had done an amazing job at being invisible. The teachers already knew not to call on him during class because he wouldn't answer and that made it really easy to stay under the radar. He would always sit in the back corner of every class and he always had an empty seat to his right because no one wanted to sit next to the new kid that they knew nothing about.
He was determined to keep this up through the school year because he wasn't really keen on the idea of anyone here finding out he couldn't speak. He was so determined that he even would sit at his own lunch table everyday where no one seemed to notice his presence. The jocks still hadn't seemed to notice him, which was very good because he saw the beatings and slushy facials other kids were getting from them.
The beginning of his day had gone normally. He got up, took a shower, got dressed, put an abnormally amount of gel in his hair and headed out the door, hugging his little sister on his way.
He got to school perfectly on time, heading directly to study hall, which he was glad to have first thing in the morning because it meant he could just relax and not think so much.
He found a nice secluded spot in the back of the library after checking in to let his teacher know he was here. He rummaged through his bag to pull out his notebook. He used it mainly for drawing in whenever class got to be too boring (which happened all the time). For the next half hour he worked on a drawing of his sister that he had been trying to perfect for what seemed like forever. When the bell rang he gathered his stuff, heading across the school to his French class.
Blaine thought the fact that he had to attend a French class in the first place was dumb. Yes, he knew that he needed a foreign language to graduate but he figured they would make some kind of exception to him. He could only do the written portion of the class, after all.
When he got to class he took him normal seat in the back and got out his textbook, which he seemed to find more useful than the teacher. She seemed to be there just for the purpose of pronunciation.
He almost didn't notice that someone was sitting in the (usually empty) seat to his right.
"Anyone sitting here?"
Blaine looked up, surprised that anyone was addressing him and quickly shook his head. Even with the quick glance he got of the boy he could tell he was beautiful. His skin and hair were damn near perfect and he probably didn't even have to try to get them to be that way. But his eyes are what stood out the most. They seemed blue at a first glance but he wasn't completely sure.
"I'm Kurt."
Blaine could see in his peripherals that the boy was smiling at him and god, why did he have to be so attractive? Blaine didn't think he had ever wanted to speak more than he had now. But he knew that this quick glance would be his best shot at looking at the other boy's eyes to confirm their color so that's what he focused on when he gave him a slight nod. He made sure not to look straight at the boy so that it wouldn't be too obvious.
He looked down and started drawing again, hoping he wasn't embarrassing himself by blushing. He was sure the boy's eyes had been some shade of blue before but now they looked gray. The second glance didn't confirm anything for him. It just made him want to look one more time.
Blaine knew that wasn't an option if he wanted to stay under the radar. He couldn't let this kid think he wanted to talk to him (even though he wanted that more than anything). He tried to keep his attention elsewhere by making random doodles in his notebook all period.
The distraction wasn't working very well because when he looked down to what he was doodling he realized it was the boy's eyes. He knew he should erase it because it was borderline creepy, but for some reason he couldn't.
When Blaine glanced over to check if Kurt had been looking at his drawing the boy looked like he was defiantly pissed off. He wished he had paid more attention so that he could've known why he was so mad. Not that it really mattered, he reminded himself.
He continued the drawing, only focusing on the eyes the entire time. By the end of the period they still weren't done. Then the bell rang and Blaine hurried to shut his notebook and run out of the room, fearing Kurt could have seen what he was doing at some point. What if he thought Blaine was a stalker? Throughout the day Blaine tried his best to push the boy from his mind. The only part he didn't try to forget were the eyes that he continued to draw all day.
Blaine Anderson was in the middle of his first week of McKinley and so far he had done an amazing job at being invisible. The teachers already knew not to call on him during class because he wouldn't answer and that made it really easy to stay under the radar. He would always sit in the back corner of every class and he always had an empty seat to his right because no one wanted to sit next to the new kid that they knew nothing about.
He was determined to keep this up through the school year because he wasn't really keen on the idea of anyone here finding out he couldn't speak. He was so determined that he even would sit at his own lunch table everyday where no one seemed to notice his presence. The jocks still hadn't seemed to notice him, which was very good because he saw the beatings and slushy facials other kids were getting from them.
The beginning of his day had gone normally. He got up, took a shower, got dressed, put an abnormally amount of gel in his hair and headed out the door, hugging his little sister on his way.
He got to school perfectly on time, heading directly to study hall, which he was glad to have first thing in the morning because it meant he could just relax and not think so much.
He found a nice secluded spot in the back of the library after checking in to let his teacher know he was here. He rummaged through his bag to pull out his notebook. He used it mainly for drawing in whenever class got to be too boring (which happened all the time). For the next half hour he worked on a drawing of his sister that he had been trying to perfect for what seemed like forever. When the bell rang he gathered his stuff, heading across the school to his French class.
Blaine thought the fact that he had to attend a French class in the first place was dumb. Yes, he knew that he needed a foreign language to graduate but he figured they would make some kind of exception to him. He could only do the written portion of the class, after all.
When he got to class he took him normal seat in the back and got out his textbook, which he seemed to find more useful than the teacher. She seemed to be there just for the purpose of pronunciation.
He almost didn't notice that someone was sitting in the (usually empty) seat to his right.
"Anyone sitting here?"
Blaine looked up, surprised that anyone was addressing him and quickly shook his head. Even with the quick glance he got of the boy he could tell he was beautiful. His skin and hair were damn near perfect and he probably didn't even have to try to get them to be that way. But his eyes are what stood out the most. They seemed blue at a first glance but he wasn't completely sure.
"I'm Kurt."
Blaine could see in his peripherals that the boy was smiling at him and god, why did he have to be so attractive? Blaine didn't think he had ever wanted to speak more than he had now. But he knew that this quick glance would be his best shot at looking at the other boy's eyes to confirm their color so that's what he focused on when he gave him a slight nod. He made sure not to look straight at the boy so that it wouldn't be too obvious.
He looked down and started drawing again, hoping he wasn't embarrassing himself by blushing. He was sure the boy's eyes had been some shade of blue before but now they looked gray. The second glance didn't confirm anything for him. It just made him want to look one more time.
Blaine knew that wasn't an option if he wanted to stay under the radar. He couldn't let this kid think he wanted to talk to him (even though he wanted that more than anything). He tried to keep his attention elsewhere by making random doodles in his notebook all period.
The distraction wasn't working very well because when he looked down to what he was doodling he realized it was the boy's eyes. He knew he should erase it because it was borderline creepy, but for some reason he couldn't.
When Blaine glanced over to check if Kurt had been looking at his drawing the boy looked like he was defiantly pissed off. He wished he had paid more attention so that he could've known why he was so mad. Not that it really mattered, he reminded himself.
He continued the drawing, only focusing on the eyes the entire time. By the end of the period they still weren't done. Then the bell rang and Blaine hurried to shut his notebook and run out of the room, fearing Kurt could have seen what he was doing at some point. What if he thought Blaine was a stalker? Throughout the day Blaine tried his best to push the boy from his mind. The only part he didn't try to forget were the eyes that he continued to draw all day.