Chapter 3

Kurt didn't seem the kid again for the next three classes. He knew he shouldn't be disappointed by this but he was. Something drew Kurt to this guy and Kurt had no idea what. Maybe he just wanted to show the boy that his homophobia didn't get to him.

Whatever was drawing him in, it stayed with him all the way up until lunch. Lunch was the next time he saw him. They boy was sitting at a table completely alone, which Kurt thought was a little strange. He figured just because he didn't talk to anyone in French didn't mean he didn't have any friends at this school. Maybe he just thought he was better than everyone and it wasn't just Kurt he had a problem with. But what Kurt couldn't help but notice was despite the fact that he was a jerk, the kid was completely gorgeous.

He carried his tray over to the table with the rest of the glee club. He took his spot in between Rachel and Mercedes without tearing his eyes away from the boy across the room.

He finally tore his eyes away when he heard Tina's voice. "Huh?" he replied, not sure what she had said.

"I said... what are you staring at?"

He shrugged. "Nothing."

"Oh, I'm sure it's nothing." Rachel said sarcastically.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, we all saw you eye fucking the hobbit from across the room." Santana replied, smirking.

Kurt rolled his eyes. "I was not eye... screwing him." He didn't know why but the f word just always sounded really dirty and he always tried not to say it if he could help himself.

Santana rolled her eyes at his aversion to the word and Mercedes chimed in. "Kurt, we all saw it and... you kind of were."

Kurt shook his head and poked at his salad with his fork. "No, he's a total jerk. I tried to introduce myself this morning in French and he didn't say a damn thing back. He barely even looked at me."

Santana smiled. "So you do want in his pants?"

Kurt looked up and glared. "Did you not hear a thing I just said?"

"I heard you saying that you got blown off after you tried to get a piece of that ass." She replied, still smiling.

"I wasn't trying to have sex with him! I just thought I would be polite." He shrugged and looked down, muttering "Maybe he's already heard not to talk to me if you don't want to catch the gay."

Rachel shook his head and replied even though she had a piece of a cookie in her mouth. "No, that guy is totally gay."

Kurt narrowed his eyes. "What are you talking about Rachel? He doesn't even talk to anyone. How would you know if he was gay?"

She swallowed her food before continuing. "I have two gay dads. I can just tell."

Tina looked at Kurt with a confused expression. "I thought gay people were supposed to have awesome gaydar."

Santana laughed. "Please. Kurt thought Sam was gay, remember? And I can say from experience that Trouty Mouth is anything but gay."

Mercedes rolled her eyes. "Look guys, we are not talking about Sam, we are talking about Blaine."

"Blaine?" Kurt didn't know Mercedes knew the kids name.

She nodded. "I have him in my Psychology class. The teacher called his name to give him a paper back today."

Kurt nodded and began to get lost in his thoughts as the girls gossiped amongst themselves. So his name was Blaine. At least now he could put a name to the face. What else did he know about Blaine? He knew that he liked to draw. And apparently he liked Psychology because that was a class you had to specifically request.

Suddenly he was consumed with wanting to find out as much as he could about this guy. He didn't know why he wanted to know this stuff or how he would figure it out because Blaine certainly didn't hold the same interest. All he knew is that he would find some way to learn everything he could about Blaine.

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The rest of Blaine's day was uneventful. He went to the rest of his classes and no one spoke to him, like normal. But he found that he couldn't get Kurt's voice out of his head.

Even though the boy had only said a couple things to him, Blaine knew that he would be perfectly content hearing only that voice for the rest of eternity.

This and the fact that he had been attempting to perfect the drawing of the boy's eyes all day lead Blaine to the conclusion that he was officially a stalker. He couldn't stop himself from looking for Kurt when he entered the cafeteria, but luckily he never spotted him in the sea of students. If he had, he knew that he wouldn't have been able to stop the staring.

By the time the day ended Blaine went to his locker, put most of his books in there for the night, and headed out to the car. His mother had texted him as he got into his car asking if he was okay. Blaine rolled his eyes, responding and telling her he was fine and on his way.

His mom worried about him a lot lately. He didn't really blame her. She had every right as a mother. But it still didn't help him feel any more normal with her constant worried text messages being sent to his phone.

He got in the door and his little sister rushed up to hug his waist. "Hi Blainey!" she said brightly.

He squatted down and kissed her on the forehead in a greeting and took the white board she had in her hands. He wrote down 'How was school today?'

She giggled and replied. "It was fun. We got to do a lot of math. I love math! I did the best in the whole class, the teacher said."

Because Blaine had only been mute for about two years and his sister was only five at the time they decided that it was too soon to try and make her learn sign language and so Blaine went out and bought a white board, just for communication with his sister.

If it were something like sitting at the dinner table Blaine would just sign to his parents and his mom would translate for Sophie.

He erased his previous writing and wrote "That's because your sooo smart. And I am very proud of you."

She smiled brightly and hugged Blaine around the neck and Blaine wrapped his arms around her, picking her up and walking her into the kitchen with him. His mother was sitting at the kitchen table, watching whatever was cooking on the stove. "Hello, Honey. How was school?"

Blaine smiled and gave her a thumbs up because he couldn't really sign with Sophie in his arms. "Good." She replied smiling. "Your father is in his office if you want to go see him."

Blaine nodded, setting his sister down on a chair and walking into his father's office. He barely looked up from his papers as Blaine walked in. "Hello. How was school?" he asked, finally looking up to see Blaine's answer.

'Good. Normal. How was work?'

His father shrugged. "It was work. You make any more new friends?"

Blaine nodded. 'Yeah, a couple. People there are really nice.'

His father smiled. "Good. I can't wait to meet them sometime. You should invite one of them over for dinner. I'm getting tired of Wes and David being here all the time." he teased.

Blaine nodded again and smiled slightly. 'Okay. I'll have to see when they aren't busy.'

"Good. Now I have a lot of work to do. Come get me when dinner is ready, okay?" he said smiling.

'Sure.' He signed before walking back out and into the kitchen.

The rest of his night continued on normally and after dinner he went to get ready for bed by brushing his teeth and washing his face.

Soon he was in his room, relaxing on his bed with his sister sitting in front of him, talking his ears off while he drew. He had been trying to finish this specific drawing of her for a long time. Drawing his sister always took him the longest. He didn't know why but it gave him something to do every night.

This part of the night was always the best part of his day. It was just him and Sophie and he didn't have to worry about being judged or made fun of or anything else. He could just be himself. It was a lot like hanging out with his best friends from Dalton but better because Sophie was so much cooler than Wes, David, Jeff, and Nick combined. No offense to them, but no one ever came close to his sister.

As it got to be Sophie's bedtime his mother came in to bring her to bed. Once she was gone he switched pages in his notebook and was staring at a pair of eyes that weren't even close to being done. Something just wasn't quite right and he couldn't figure out what it was. He tried to fix it a little before he went to bed but ended up giving up and deciding that he would need to get a better look at the eyes tomorrow.