First off, the ones who usually tossed him into dumpsters were now the ones who would toss people into dumpsters for even sending him a dirty look. Puck was a friend now, albeit a rather odd friend for someone like Kurt Hummel to have, but he was a good one. Finn was his over protective stepbrother and would probably kick a chair to any person who spoke badly about Kurt. Slushies were still a probability, though, especially with those hockey jocks and their mullets but it wasn't anything Kurt wasn't used to. Physical harm, which was very real a year ago, was no longer an issue for Kurt. After befriending Santana Lopez, who wouldn't mind showing anyone how people back in Lima Heights Adjacent settled business, and Lauren Zizes, member of the wrestling team, jocks knew he wasn't an easy target anymore. The biggest shock though, was him befriending Dave Karofsky. They were on first-name basis now and though they weren't friends, they were civilized enough to nod at each other in acknowledgement and exchange pleasantries. Dave would actually stop Kurt in the hallways and ask him if anyone has been bothering him from time to time, genuinely concerned for the boy. Karofsky had his back.

Kurt walked into the sparsely populated school and navigated the hallways until he reached his locker. He had to come early so he could do some locker-organizing. They were a week into junior year and he hasn't taken the time to do so yet and the locker that was void of any personality was depressing. He plugged in his earphones and got to work, alphabetizing his textbooks, color-coordinating his spiral notebooks and placing an extra bottle of hairspray next to the already half-empty bottle. His emergency change of clothes were placed neatly at its assigned spot deep inside the locker, he genuinely hoped he wouldn't be needing at any time soon. He got to work on his locker door, pulling out pictures that he meant to hang up from his satchel. The one on top of the pile was a picture of him and Rachel Berry taken by one of her dads at her basement where they were putting on an impromptu production of Wicked. He smiled at the picture fondly, a year ago he wouldn't have believed being friends with the annoying loud-mouth. Today, she was closest to being his soulmate as anyone.

It was in the middle of pasting up a small Harry Potter promo picture (It will never end) when he felt a pair of eyes on him. He turned around, slowly, looking for the perpetrator and was met with a pair of honey-brown eyes. He couldn't be sure what shade exactly, because the boy quickly averted his gaze. Kurt stared at him, amused. If the light blush on the boys cheeks said anything, he could tell that he was embarrassed. Kurt went back to pasting the last few pictures up before slamming his locker door. He chanced a glance at the boy the same time the boy looked at him. He offered him a small smile which Kurt almost returned if a hockey jock didn't bump his shoulder purposefully and snickered. Kurt huffed and headed to class, the boy and his small smile forgotten.

It was lunch time, Kurt was sitting by the Glee Club talking to Rachel, who sat across from her, about duet ideas for Glee Club. Well, rather, Kurt was listening as Rachel talked about the list she arranged which would "showcase both our vocal ranges while complimenting each others voices that will most certainly help get them into NYADA." She was sitting next to Finn who had his arm around her shoulders as he talked to Puck about football. For a moment, Kurt felt a pang of jealousy. Not of Rachel for having Finn, no. He was jealous of their ease and comfort around each other, and their love too. With all the ups and downs of their drama, he knew what they had was true.

As Rachel babbled on and on, Kurt caught a glimpse of the kid three lockers down from him sitting on a table with a few students he didn't know. Only now did he see how truly beautiful the boy was. He was wearing dark wash jeans that were rolled up at the ends, black shiny oxfords and a red polo shirt with red suspenders. His hair was gelled firmly to his head and his eyebrows were so perfectly triangular that Kurt couldn't help wondering if he plucked them that way. He had to stifle a giggle at the thought. He talked with his hands , Kurt observed.

While he was examining the boy, he happened to turn his head and catch Kurt staring at him. Kurt froze. He wondered if the boy's heard anything about him, about how he was gay. He wondered if the boy would be disgusted by him. At that moment, the bell rang. Kurt quickly gathered his things and headed out the door to his next class, Physics, while calling out a hasty goodbye to Rachel.

Kurt sat at his usual desk and peered around the still-empty class room. Well, he did bolt away from the auditorium, which meant that he had arrived in class while the rest of his classmates were still putting their things away. It wasn't his fault, he panicked.

He started preparing himself for class when he caught sight of an untidy scrawl at the lower right of his usually pristine table. He squinted and peered closely, trying to make out the messy script. It said Accio friend.

Kurt's heart squeezed in his chest. He knew what it was like, feeling completely alone with no one to talk to and here was another who took Physics the period before Kurt did while sitting in his seat. That's kind of, like, fate, right? Kurt asked himself. He grabbed a pencil and replied, his neat, loopy handwriting contrasting the mess of the handwriting below it. "Lumos. Here's hoping I made the path to him (or her) a little brighter."

Blaine was walking in long strides, trying to remember his way to his Physics class room. Today hasn't been the best of first days, he hasn't really met anyone with the potential to be his friend, not like Wes, David, Jeff or Nick, his friends from Dalton. The most beautiful boy he's ever seen also ignored him and looked at him like a freak. On top of that, he also forgot his pencil case in his Physics class, the one that was farthest into the building. Therefore, when everybody else was making their way out of school, Blaine was going in deeper.

Blaine finally found the empty classroom and ran for the seat he took earlier, retrieving the small, leather pencil case. He wouldn't have cared so much if it wasn't his father's pencil case and he would've been chewed out even more for losing the precious thing. He didn't have the best relationship with his father, to him, Blaine was a big disappointment.

He slumped in the seat, taking a minute to himself. It was then where he spotted the script that had taken up the space above his own. Lumos, it said Here's hoping i made the path to him (or her) a little brighter.

Blaine left the school grinning that day, with the prospect of a possible friend and a gorgeous boy three lockers up from his, tomorrow didn't look so bad.