Kurt walked into his AP US History class quietly, trying not to attract any attention as he went to sit at a table in the front row. One thing Kurt had learned his sophomore year was that AP classes were small and there was a really small chance that he'd be stuck with any jocks. Also, AP teachers seemed to care more for their students than regular teachers. Because of these three facts, Kurt always relished in his AP classes and usually did well. He'd purposely taken AP European History as one of his electives last year just for that fact instead of taking something fun like art.

The bell was supposed to go off in five minutes, and then ten minutes for the morning announcements so Kurt set his backpack on the seat next to him (because of his sexuality, in classes where he didn't have any close friends in, no one sat next to him. Kurt had decided to use this to his advantage rather than dwell on it) and pulled out a fashion magazine he'd remembered to stuff in his book bag this morning. He started reading as the remaining students in his class started to file in slowly.

Their teacher walked in right before the bell rang, so Kurt put his magazine back in his backpack and sat up straight to be ready for class. His classmates continued to whisper in hushed tones as the teacher fiddled with the projector so he could put on the morning announcements. After a couple of minutes it seemed he gave up and decided to address the class.

"Good morning students and welcome back to your first day back at William McKinley High School! I hope you all had a wonderful summer and are ready to start the school year. Now, before we begin, let me introduce myself. I'm Mr. Kevin Richards. I graduated from Ohio State. Let's go Buckeyes!" Kurt rolled his eyes. Obviously this teacher would get along quite well with his dad.

"Anyways, I've been teaching this class for 10 years now, and I was teacher of the year two years ago so I take my class very seriously. AP students are usually the brightest students I receive, so I will be expecting a lot from you. Also, I care a lot for my students, so if you're having any trouble with the class or personally, I will always be here for you."

Kurt scoffed internally. He was so tired of teachers and their bullshit. No teacher had ever been there for him, except maybe Mr. Shuester, but that wasn't until things got really bad. He'd learned that these types of gestures made by teachers usually only applied to the straight students, not the gay ones; or gay one, seeing as Kurt was the only out kid at his school. Mr. Richards kept talking but Kurt had heard enough. He was about to start tuning Mr. Richards out when he walked in. Not really walked, more like strutted: Blaine fucking Anderson.

"Hello, and who might you be?" Mr. Richards asked curtly, obviously not being happy about the interruption.

"Blaine Anderson. Are you Mr. Richards?" Blaine asked, looking up from the white piece of paper in his hands, most likely his schedule. Kurt was surprised at the respect Blaine was giving Mr. Richards, especially after his conversation with Blaine this morning. Respectful was the last word that came to mind when describing Blaine Anderson.

"Yes I am. I don't mind tardiness, but there's an extent to everything I can deal with. Now, since you're new I'll let it slide, but please don't let this happen again. Now please go take a seat." Mr. Richards said with authority, yet nicely. Kurt may not write him off, just yet.

Blaine's eyes scanned the classroom for an empty seat and stopped at Kurt. Blaine smirked and walked over to Kurt as Mr. Richards began talking again. Kurt put his face in his hand as Blaine stopped in front of the desk next to him.

"Is this seat taken?" Blaine asked innocently.

"No." Kurt responded and picked up his backpack, putting it on the floor next to him. He tries to ignore the beautiful boy sitting next to him and focus on the teacher who was speaking.

"Okay, so since it's the first day, and trust me I don't do this very often, I'll let you guys talk to the people around you. Mind you, I'm only letting you do this because the projector isn't working, I don't have enough books to pass out, and I'll probably be out of town tomorrow and day after tomorrow, so there's really no point starting something. So yeah, just keep the volume low and please stay in your seats." Mr. Richards said before he went back to his desk and started working on his laptop.

Kurt sighed. He didn't have many classes with many friends, and this was one of them. Kurt looked at the clock. 20 minutes left. What am I supposed to do for 20 minutes? Kurt thought before he remembered the magazine and pulled it out. He flipped through it absentmindedly until he felt eyes on him. He put the magazine down and turned in the direction he felt the staring, in the direction of Blaine Anderson.

"Can I help you?" Kurt asked shortly. Blaine continued to stare at him until a couple of seconds he was pulled out of his trance.

"You're a boy, reading a fashion magazine, in a high school, in Homophobic Ohio. That doesn't seem like a smart choice." Blaine mentioned.

"You're a boy, wearing a leather jacket with way too much gel in his hair, that doesn't seem like a smart choice." Kurt responded.

"What does one have to do with the other?" Blaine asked.

"I thought we were just pointing out the obvious." Kurt said with a slight smile. He was enjoying this conversation a little too much to his liking. Blaine smiled and leaned back in his chair.

"So why is it that this was the only empty seat in the entire classroom?" Blaine asked Kurt. Kurt sighed at the question.

"Well, being the only out gay kid in Homophobic Ohio is kind of a downer on the whole social thing. No one wants to "catch the disease"." Kurt said with a slight frown.

"Ah. I get that. You been bullied?" Blaine asks.

"Do you care?" Kurt responds. Blaine sits up and looks at Kurt intensely.

"Why wouldn't I care?" Blaine asks. Kurt shrugs.

"Why would you?" Kurt asks.

"Touché. So what's your name? You already know mine, might as well tell me yours." Blaine says. Kurt hesitates before he responds.

"Kurt. Kurt Hummel."

"Kurt." Blaine says, sounding like he's testing out the name on his tongue. Either way it sends shivers up Kurt's spine. Shivers he ignores.

"Can I ask you something?" Kurt asks after a couple of seconds of silence.

"Ask away."

"Why did you transfer here?"

"Hm. I like that."

"Like what?" Kurt asks confused. Blaine smiles.

"Our first conversation. Our first REAL conversation," Blaine says, noticing how Kurt was about to interrupt him and remind him that this wasn't their first conversation, "and you're already asking the question everyone's been thinking since I walked through the door. You're straightforward, to the point. You don't beat around the bush and I like that." Blaine explains.

Kurt stares at Blaine like he's the craziest man in the room. Not many people notice these little things about Kurt, and if they do, they don't care enough to let him know that they've noticed. But Blaine did, and butterflies erupt in Kurt's stomach due to it. For once, someone was noticing Kurt. Don't get your hopes up. Blaine doesn't like you. Nobody could ever like you, Kurt thinks, and with that reminder, the butterflies die.

"You never answered my question, you know." Kurt tells Blaine. Blaine ponders what Kurt just said.

"Okay. I'll tell you. And then you can run and tell everyone you know that you know why Blaine Anderson transferred here, because let's be real, everyone's dying to know. I transferred here because my dad decided he didn't want to send me to private school anymore." Blaine answered tensely.

"You went to private school?" Kurt asks.

"Yeah, what a shocker, am I right?" Blaine says sarcastically.

"No. Not really. Behind this whole bad boy façade, I could see you being a private school kid. Which school?

"Dalton Academy." Blaine responds and Kurt starts laughing. "What's so funny about me going to Dalton?"

"Just imagining you in a blazer." Kurt says in between laughs. Blaine starts laughing with him too.

"Hey, you'd love the blazer. Everybody loves the blazer." Blaine says cockily.

"Oh, yeah I'm sure. I almost transferred to Dalton last year." Kurt remembered.

"Why?" Blaine asked earnestly.

"Why do you think?" Kurt said sarcastically, gesturing to the school they were in. Blaine understood immediately.

"Ah the bullying. That's actually why I transferred to Dalton in the first place. I went somewhere else my freshman year of high school." Blaine said nonchalantly.

"3 different schools for 3 years of high school? My, my Blaine Anderson, you are all over the map." Kurt said in a southern tone, which made Blaine laugh.

"Yeah, obviously fitting in at school is NOT my forte." Blaine said, still chuckling.

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, it's not my forte either. Hell the number of friends I have at this school I can count on one hand, but the number of people who hate me I can't even begin to count." Kurt says tensely.

"Ah, being gay comes with a price my friend." Blaine said just as the bell starts to ring. Kurt gets out of his seat and picks up his backpack.

"Yeah, I guess so. Oh, and for the record, I don't care about why you transferred here, and if you don't want me telling anyone, I'm not going to, not that I was even planning to. You seem nice enough, and I'm not a total bitch. So I'll see you around Blaine Anderson." Kurt says as he walks out the room.