He turned right, then looked down at his map, then back up at the expanse of hallway in front of him. He rotated the map and then sighed. Then, something clicked and he saw the staircase that was on the map slightly to his left. With a breath of relief, he started jogging at it lightly, the sole of his shoes clicking against the marble hallway. Finally, there it was. At least, that’s what he thought. The classroom should have been the third one on the left, room 14A, and Blaine pushed up his glasses absently with the knuckle of his thumb and continued walking, pulling the sheet of paper for his teacher to sign out of his notebook.

However, he’d failed to account for the fact that there was something very solid in his path about three steps later. He hit the person solidly in the chest, and his notebook fell and sent loose leaf paper scattering across the ground. “Oh, my goodness. I am so sorry. I didn’t see you there. I was just looking for the English classroom.” The apology and explanation continued to bubble from Blaine’s mouth as he dropped to his knees to pick up the dropped papers. “Long story short, I’m trying to find room 14A,” he finished as he pushed himself up from the ground and tucked his notebook away.

Kurt was late for English, not that he could care less. The teacher was always on him about one thing or another. Last week it had been the state of his uniform, which for the record was flawless. Kurt might not care about many things, but if he was going to have to wear that godforsaken blazer then he was damn sure going to look good in it. Yesterday it had been his posture of all things. He’d even tried sticking Kurt with extra work but Kurt just tossed it in the trash. So today Kurt was wandering the halls for as long as he could get away with. Eventually someone would come along and enforce the rules but until that happened he wasn’t going in.

Kurt was winding his way through the empty halls and had just turned the corner when someone ran right into him and nearly knocked him down. He pulled his hand back automatically to slug whoever this was but felt it drop back down. Kurt was confused because the boy in front of him was babbling this ridiculous apology like he was Miss Manners and all Kurt wanted him to do was get the fuck out of the way. Someone was probably going to hear him and come to see what was going on and then Kurt was going to be escorted off to class. What was worse was that the guy was actually asking him for directions. Kurt could feel his mouth opening and closing a few times as his brain tried to play catch up to the situation.

Kurt waited until he was sure Miss Manners wasn’t going to say anything else, and then he spoke, his voice pitched low and threatening. “I don’t give a fuck what you’re trying to do or where you’re trying to go. What you’re going to do is stay the hell out of my way.” He gave the guy a once over, his eyes filled with disdain, and then he stepped pointedly around the guy without another word and left.