Kurt walked through the hallways of the Mc Kinley. His head held up high, shoulders square and wearing his favorite designer outfit.

The walls were dark grey and the painting was slowly fading away. It reminded Kurt of prison. After all this place had no live.

He turned the corner when he saw them waiting for him. The big jocks, wearing their Leatherman jackets like they were the most pricy thing in the world.

Kurt knew better, it was to mask themselves with a shield. Really, they were no better than him or anyone else in the school. They were just pretending.

He sighed, trying to turn back but he knew it was too late when he heard one of them yell, Karofsky. The guy had been hunting him since elementary school. “Hey Hummel, it's time for your daily bath.”

Kurt knew he shouldn't turn around but he was so tired of this. He turned around and was about to shout back when the cold hit his face.

A large portion fell in his mouth and with disgust, he spitted it on the ground.

“Seriously? When are you guys going to grow up?” he shouted at the jocks as they ran away as fast as they could.

It made Kurt frown as they always liked to stay back and laugh at him even more. But when he felt the hand touch his shoulder, he understood.

“Mister Hummel, you better clean this up and then we'll meet in my office,” said principal Figgins as he walked past him.

Kurt sighed. Life was unfair. How was it that always the innocent person got punished for the things the guilty person did.

He gave up his thinking and walked to the nearest bathroom, gathering some toilet paper and water to clean up the hallway and himself.

A clean shirt and pants on and he was ready for his confrontation with Principal Figgins.

Not showing how angry and tired he was, he walked into the secretary and knocked on Figgins door.

“You may come in,” he heard. Kurt took one last big breath before he opened the door and walked into the office.

The office wasn't big, let alone fancy. But to principal Figgins, it probably was. The walls were as dull as the hallways and only held a few certificates.

Principal Figgins was sitting behind his desk, slowly going from the left to the right on his office chair. “You may take a seat,” he said with an uninterested voice.

Kurt walked elegantly to the chair and took a seat. He folded his left legs over his right and sat with a straight back. He didn't want to give Principal Figgins even more satisfactory.

“Mister Hummel, what am I going to do with you? You always disturb the piece into our school. Am I really going to need to suspend you?” he asked while he looked out of the window.

Kurt almost let his mouth fall open. Almost. He wasn't going to give him what he wanted.

He sighed, knowing that nothing ever changed at this school. “I'll try my best to be less of a disturbance to this school, principal Figgins.”

Figgins shook his head. “How many times have I heard that before. It's your last chance, mister Hummel. Don't mess it up. You can go now,” he said as he pointed at the door.

Kurt stood up and walked out of the room, not wanting to spend any time longer with this man in the same room.

He walked out briskly, his mind running in over drive. Now he didn't only had his designer clothes ruined but he also had missed first period. Just grate!

He realized his mistake when he collided hardly and fell on the ground. “Oeeffff,” he sighed when his back hit the ground.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry,” said another voice as he saw a hand in front of him. “Are you ok?” the voice asked worriedly.

“I'm fine,” whispered Kurt as he took the hand and helped himself off the ground.

When he stood safely on the ground, his hands started to dust off his pants. It was only when he was sure his other pants weren't destroyed that he looked up.

He was met with the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. He wasn't sure off the color but it reminded him of amber. The eyes were surrounded by the most beautiful black curls he had ever seen.

He had already blinked twice, trying to clear out his head when he saw the guy look at him questionably. “You sure you are ok?” he asked.

Kurt nodded, a faint blush covering his cheeks. “Yeah, I'm so sorry. I should have watched out.”

The guy placed a hand on his shoulder. “It's ok man. What's your name?”

“Kurt, Kurt Hummel,” he said as he held out his hand.

The guy shook it politely. “It's nice to meet you Kurt. I have to go though, I have an appointment with the principal. I'm new here. I see you later?”

Kurt nodded as he watched the guy turn around and walked towards the office.

“What's your name?” he shouted after the guy.

The guy turned back, a small smile on his face. “My name is Blaine, Blaine Anderson,” he said as he turned around and walked into the office.