It wasn't like he didn't make any friends, he has. That kid in a wheelchair, Artie, was actually really cool, even considering the fact that he enjoyed bursting into the best of rap songs at any given moment. And the other kid, Sam, who he had a conversation in nothing but Na'vi for about half an hour was more than just a little cool. But they weren't exactly best friends, and it was weird because he felt like whenever he was around both of them, he was missing something big, like he wasn't being let in on an inside joke. Apparently, they were both in their schools Glee Club. Maybe that was it.

But perhaps it also had something to do with a certain boy with coiffed hair and shocking fashion sense three lockers up from his own. He wasn't a stalker, or a voyeur or whatever, but whenever he was around, he couldn't help but stare. Or steal quick glances because staring was not cool. He was pretty, sure, but that wasn't the only reason he was drawn to this boy. I mean, Blaine couldn't deny the grace and poise this boy displayed that half the girls in this school didn't, but it was more than just in the way his face scrunched up whenever he laughed at whatever a small girl (Rachel, he once heard him call her) who wore animal sweaters said. Okay, so maybe it did have something to do with that, but the guy seemed like he had a really great personality. Whenever he said something to make Rachel laugh, he kind of always wished he knew what was so funny. There was something about him that made Blaine want to be his best friend.

Well, idiot, best friends talk. For all you've said to him, he probably thinks you're mute. he thought to himself miserably and finished gathering his books, slamming his locker door closed. He turned around to head to his first class when he was first officially welcomed to McKinley High.

Kurt was a little bit more subtle with his stares. At least, he liked to think so, anyway. Whenever Blaine was staring at him, Kurt always caught him at it. That was never the case when he looked at Blaine.

It's the way he dresses, he tried to reason to himself. He shouldn't be having crushes, he didn't want a repeat of Finn, after all. So he tried to justify all the staring and all the interest he had in this helmet-head. This kid had a fashion sense that would cause him trouble eventually. Today, he had paired a green and white plaid shirt with khaki highwaters ( i didn't even know they made khakis like that! ) and a bright green bowtie. It was like the boy was asking for trouble, and soon enough, he got it.

Kurt watched from the corner of his eye as Azimio delivered a slushy to the poor boy's face. All Kurt could think was that he didn't deserve it.

"WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?" Kurt yelled to the already-retreating figure. Azimio stopped in his tracks and turned around, snickering. "Well, well, did Hummell have a crush on the new kid? Is Hummell trying to be a man, for once?" Azimio laughed. "I'm sorry, i had to laugh. Hummell the little fairy fag trying to man up. Hummell the lady. Ha!" The jocks around him started snickering together - Kurt didn't understand how anyone could be so mean. "Azimio, Kurt's got more man in his freaking pinky than you will ever have in your whole body." Rachel said matter-of-factly from beside him.

A flicker of something, probably anger, was visible in Azimio's face but before he could say anything, Santana Lopez materialized from behind them. "Do we have a problem, here, Azimio?" she drawled. "Nah, Lopez, just Hummell trying to be a man." Azimio shot back. Santana chuckled darkly. "Azimio, why you gotta be like that? I know his dick's bigger than yours but if that was a reason to torment him, you'd have to torment every guy in this school because I know from good authority that you're hardly packing anything in that department."

It was in that moment Coach Bieste decided to pass the hallway and when she took one look at Blaine on the floor and Azimio with the Slushee cup in his hands, she practically roared for Azimio to meet her at the Principal's office. Kurt gave Santana a grateful nod and turned to the boy on the floor.

"Are you okay?" he might've said but Blaine couldn't see anything but those eyes. How the bloody hell were eyes so blue?

"Um, hello? I'm sorry but he might've ruined your bowtie forever. This shit's hard to get off silk." Blaine chuckled to himself, the boy honestly seemed sorry for his bow tie. The boy looked at him, confused, with his eyebrows furrowed.

"What?"

Blaine grinned. "Nothing, it just seems like you were really sorry that the bow tie's ruined."

The boy looked at him funny. "Oh trust me, I am."

Blaine laughed. "My name's Blaine and there's corn syrup in my eyebrows." He said sheepishly.

The other boy laughed and yes, there was the scrunchy nose thing Blaine loved -no, no LIKED- so much. "My name's Kurt and you really can't blame the corn syrup, my pet bunny could get trapped in those eyebrows." He said, his eyes twinkling. He laughed at the scandalized look that came across Blaine's face. "Here, let me help you with that."

Blaine headed to his second last class of the day with a big grin on his face. Sure, his shirt and bowtie that was once his fathers are now ruined and he had to resort to wearing Kurt's clothes that were too big for him (a plain grey long-sleeved shirt, black vest and dark washed jeans) but none of that would bring him down because the boy three lockers up from his was finally his friend.

Kurt was everything Blaine expected and more. He liked Harry Potter (which was a big surprise) and they debated whether or not Snape had the right to treat Harry the way he did. They argued about whether or not Katy Perry or Lady Gaga was a better singer. They argued the pros and cons of jean jackets. They even argued about Blaine's eyebrows (Kurt offered to wax them for him, Blaine declined over and over again.) It was like he could talk to Kurt about anything and everything.

and they were going to talk some more when I go to Glee Club later! Blaine thought to himself happily.

He settled into his seat, mentally preparing himself for the onslaught of boring. He was never fond of Physics. He put his books away when he saw the same loopy handwriting that made his chest feel tighter underneath his last reply.

Let's play a game. Like a puzzle. If you give me one piece of yourself, maybe I can piece you together!

I'm made of porcelain.

Blaine grinned as he scribbled his reply.

i'm Harry Potter therefore i'm the only person who can be your friend. Anybody else would break you, I could totally just Reparo you.

Kurt headed to the library before Glee Club to pick up Blaine. Kurt just had a hunch that Blaine would be the Glee Club type. It was funny because though Kurt didn't know that much about Blaine (yet), he was the first person he truly wanted to get to know better. It was something about the boy, something that pulled Kurt towards him. Maybe it was the fact that he was the only boy who had some kind of fashion sense, or because they both worshipped the ground J.K. Rowling walked on or maybe it was also because Blaine was unbearably good looking with his eyes like pools of sex.

But maybe it was because Blaine seemed to like looking at Kurt almost as much as Kurt liked looking at Blaine.

Blaine was copying his classmate's notes when Kurt came to pick him up for Glee.

If Blaine wasn't so quick to put his pen down or to shut his notebook then maybe Kurt would've figured out the identity of the person behind the writings on his desk.

If Kurt looked over Blaines shoulder to inquire as to what he was doing 5 seconds earlier, he would've figured out who was it he helped.

If Kurt saw Blaine's handwriting, this story would've ended here.