Kurt was having an insanely bad day so far, not only because of how horrible his day at school was, but in general. His backpack was stolen from him by a huge jock, and he had searched for ten minutes before finding it one floor up, his papers scattered across the long hallway. He was forced to scour for a while to find almost all of the papers. The bell rang and he had to run to his Calculus class, swearing under his breath the whole time.
Two classes later, in AP Chemistry, Kurt spilled sodium hydroxide on himself during an experiment, staining his clothes. His teacher panicked and forced him into the chemical shower. A minute later, Kurt stepped out, soaking wet and fuming. He was sent to the nurse, where he sat to dry off.
He sighed in frustration as a familiar arm came out of nowhere and wrapped itself around his waist. “What are you doing here Blaine?” he asked, looking up. He gasped.
Blaine looked horrible, with a deep cut on his upper lip and a blackening eye, looking at him directly. He was still smiling softly at Kurt though, which made him less worried, but not by much. “What, you aren’t happy to see me, sweetheart?”
Kurt ignored the comment and grabbed Blain by the chin, inspecting his lip closely. “What happened?” he questioned. When Blaine glanced down at his hand, fingers still holding his face in place, he realized what he was doing and quickly dropped his hands, wringing both of them together in his lap, watching water run down his arms, hands, and onto the floor. He shivered, and looked up, expecting an answer.
Blaine smirked. “I got into a fight with a locker. It won. “
Kurt glared at him, scolding. “Blaine,” he reprimanded gently. Blaine looked up at him, his eyes cold and dark. He could slowly see them becoming gentler though, the hard icy look in his eyes melting before him.
“Okay,” Blaine said finally with an exasperated sigh. “I beat someone’s face in.”
“Why?” Kurt asked simply.
Blaine crossed one leg over the other, and smiled. “A stupid jock tried to throw one of those damn icee things at me, so I decided the only worthwhile lesson he would learn at this school would be from my fist.” As if to prove his point, Blaine lightly shook his fist in front of Kurt’s face.
Not being able to help himself from chuckling, Kurt leaned back in his chair, making a face at the squish sound his wet clothes made against the plastic back of it. “Do you really think that was the best idea?” he asked, quickly flickering his gaze away when Blaine turned to look at him again.
“I don’t really think much,” Blaine replied.
“You should try it one time , it’s kind of fun.”
“I know something else that’s even more fun,” Blaine said, and Kurt just rolled his eyes. He moved a seat over, trying to get some distance between them, but the boy just moved closer each time he attempted to get farther away from him.
“Come on, don’t be that way,” Blaine said with a sly grin, a little bit of blood seeping out of the cut on his lip. Kurt smacked his hand away as it slithered closer to him.
“Stop,” Kurt snapped angrily.
Blaine still smiled and rolled his eyes, but did stop, lighting another cigarette, wincing as it made his cut burn. “Your loss darling,” he muttered quietly.
“I don’t think so, honey,” Kurt snarled the last word, annoyed with Blaine already, even though they had only been talking for a couple of minutes.
At that moment, the nurse strode in, holding a couple towels in her hands. Blaine scooted away with a scowl. Kurt smiled at her and graciously took the towels. He slung one around himself and snuggled into it, warming himself. The water was insanely cold when it came crashing down on him, and it didn’t help that the air conditioning in the school was on high.
Blaine lifted his thumb up and wiped a drip of water off of his nose. Blushing, Kurt let him, not sure how to stop him anyways.
“So what happened to you?” Blaine asked, now stroking Kurt’s cheek with his thumb.
Kurt removed his hand and shrugged. “Chemical shower.”
Blaine’s eyes darkened. “Someone poured chemicals on you?” he snarled, pulling his hand away and clenching them into fists.
Kurt’s eyes widened and he shook his head quickly, water droplets splashing Blaine in the face. “No!” he screeched out, looking at him, panicked. “I spilled it on myself.”
“Oh,” Blaine muttered, calming down a little bit. “Okay, that-um- sucks,” he finished off awkwardly.
Kurt scoffed at him. Before he call Blaine a drama queen, Figgins stormed into the room with a stern look on his face. Kurt always thought he was nice, but now, when he met Kurt’s eyes, he was terrified of the man. He looked to Blaine, frightened at what was about to happen, but Blaine didn’t look fazed whatsoever, flicking something off of his arm sleeve with a bored look.
“Sup Figgins,” he said, leaning back calmly in his seat. “You look mad. What, you aren’t happy to see me?” Kurt swallowed and glanced nervously to Blaine for a second, silently telling him how much trouble he would get in. He had never seen someone show that much disrespect to a principal. Blaine, sensing his unease, smirked to him and patted his knee twice, and Kurt somehow calmed down just a bit.
Figgin’s gaze flickered between the two, and he crossed his arms. “Mr. Anderson,” he started, his accent heavy. “I have called and informed your parents of what happened today.” Kurt could see Blaine’s eyes darken at the comment, and he tilted his head slightly, confused about the sudden change of mood.
“Okay, so what’s my punishment then?” Blaine asked. He still looked a bit angry, Kurt could tell, but he didn’t think Figgins could.
“You are new to this school, so you will have two weeks of detention.” Blaine yawned loudly, and the principal looked even angrier. “But next time, I won’t be so nice. Remember, we don’t tolerate fighting here Mr. Anderson.”
“Got it,” Blaine said mockingly, giving him a salute as he left the room.
Kurt sat silently for a moment. “Kurt?” he asked quietly, waving his hand in front of his face. “You still with me?” Kurt smiled.
“Yeah, I’m just thinking.”
“About?”
Kurt frowned a little bit as Blaine looked at him expectantly. “Your-“ he cleared his throat as it croaked. “Your parents-“
“Oh that,” Blaine cut him off. “Don’t worry about it.” He mumbled, and Kurt looked confused.
“But- aren’t they going to be mad at you? I mean, you’ve only gone here for a week, and you’re already in trouble!”
When Kurt stopped talking, Blaine scoffed. “Please, they don’t give a shit about me,” he told Kurt matter-of-factly.
“What are you talking about?” Kurt asked, disbelieving. “I’m sure they do-“
“No, Kurt, they don’t, so just drop it.” But he couldn’t just “drop it,” no matter how much he wanted to. It’s like his mouth kept talking without his brain’s permission.
“But- I mean- how can-“
Blaine cut him off again. “Listen, my parents aren’t like yours okay? My whole family isn’t like yours. They don’t want anything to do with me at all, and I don’t want anything to do with them.” He sneered at Kurt, and he tried to sink farther in his sink, a bit scared. “I’ll bet you have the perfect little family don’t you?” Kurt opened his mouth to argue, starting to feel angry himself, but Blaine wouldn’t let him talk. “You’re probably a momma’s boy, aren’t you?” Kurt flinched at the mention of his mom and felt his heart sink to his stomach. He kept silent while Blaine nearly yelled at him. “You guys probably bake cookies on the weekend, and I’ll bet she gushes about how proud she is of you and how great of a son you are. Am I right?”
Kurt stood up suddenly, tears forming in his eyes, tears of fury and pain. He looked Blaine in the eyes, who scowled at him until his face changed, looking slightly confused, when the tears started to fall down his face. “Maybe I would do those things with my mom,” he started, rubbing his face once to try and rid it of tears. “If she were alive.” He let out a sob and turned around, walking towards the door, towel around him.
“Kurt,” he heard behind him, but he didn’t want to listen. He opened the door, silent sobs shaking his body. “Shit, Kurt, wait-“ The door slammed closed behind him. He ran down the hallway and dropped the towel, leaving Blaine standing alone.
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Blaine met him between his last two classes, and Kurt tried to ignore him. It was hard to, though, when Blaine stepped right in front of him as he was looking into his bag, grabbing him around the waist. Kurt, trying not to slap him, looked away towards the wall, avoiding his piercing gaze. He also spared a look around, and saw a group of football players watching them, angry looks on their faces.
“Kurt, please just look at me,” he begged softly, but Kurt shoved him off with more strength than he knew he had, and started to walk towards his class. With his white boots clinking on the floor, he twisted on his heel to quickly face Blaine. “Today was the day she died, you know,” was all he said, before turning back around and striding away.
He didn’t pay attention to Blaine shouting his name from the end of the hallway at his locker. He’d had enough of Blaine Anderson.