Kurt slammed the door of his navigator, wincing from the way it made his head pound. It was his first day of going back to McKinley since summer break, and he was not looking forward to another year of being thrown into lockers, and having to clean blue slush off his array of Calvin Klein and Marc Jacobs clothing. The thought of facing a sea of letter man jackets pummeling him was enough to give anyone a headache. Sighing, Kurt put his key in the ignition. He checked his hair in the mirror one last time before backing out of the Hummel-Hudson driveway, intending to make his departure to school. Only, there was a loud knocking from the back window that nearly made his head split in two. Kurt rolled the window down, assuming it was Finn, prominently making noise at the most inconvenient times. Kurt shut his eyes, and began to massage his temples.
“Finn, if you lost your keys again, you will just have to walk. I refuse to help anyone that misplaces things more often then not.” When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find an unfamiliar face, with the most gorgeous hazel eyes staring at him wide-eyed. His breath caught in his throat at the beauty of the face, taking in almost every detail. He realized he was staring, and was starting to make a jumbled apology, when the boy with the eyes of an angel beat him to the punch.
“Sorry, I'm not Finn. I'm actually your new neighbor, and I just missed the bus to McKinley, and my parents aren't home. When we moved in, your dad said you and your brother both attend McKinley, so, I was wondering if I could possibly get a ride?” The boy, Kurt's new neighbor apparently, looked at him with hopeful eyes. Kurt barely registered that he was nodding. In a rush, the boy, smartly dressed in a black polo, a red bow tie, and a pair of red slacks, hopped into the passenger seat of Kurt's car. Kurt moved on auto-pilot, and shifted into drive, taking usual route to school.
After gathering his bearings, Kurt realized he was giving a total stranger a lift to school. Running through the conversation in his head, he realized the boy hadn't even told him his name.
“Not to be prying, but how come you missed the bus?” Kurt asked, trying to come off as nonchalant to see if this stranger had actually missed the bus, or if it was just a part of a sinister plot to do away with him. The stranger chuckled.
“To be perfectly honest, I didn't want to go to school today. It's always hard being the new kid and having to sit alone during lunch. My subconscious might've convinced me to hit the snooze button on my alarm clock.” He looked at Kurt and gave him a little wink.
“That is, unless, I have a friend already.” Kurt smiled despite himself
“Well while I find it hard not to find you quite the charmer, we can't be friends until I know what to call you.” Kurt gave a little smile. “My name is Kurt Hummel”
“Mine's Blaine Anderson, the king of bad first impressions, I suppose.” Kurt laughed.
“At least you didn't yell at me and call me by the wrong name, that of which I did both.” Kurt retorted. Blaine smiled.
“Well, I guess we'll just have to rule the kingdom of ‘bad first impressions' together, huh?” Blaine teased. Kurt felt a twinge of a blush creep up from his neck.
“Well, you sure do make a good second impression,” Kurt looked over to see his reaction. He felt a surge in his heart when he saw those beautiful hazel eyes twinkling back at him.
“I may say the same for you,” Blaine countered. Kurt looked back to the road, trying to hide his obvious blush. He hadn't realized until now, but his headache was gone, and his day was a little brighter. He was becoming fond of Blaine. If his mornings continued like this, he might even begin to enjoy school this year.