It wasnt a surprise that when Kurt got to school that morning, he was walking on air. Blaine had him in fits of laughter, almost swerving into Coach Sylvesters La-Car when pulling into the parking lot. After parking in his usual spot, Kurt looked over at Blaine, who seemed to be loosing his cheery attitude.

            "Hey, are you okay?" Kurt asked, placing his hand on Blaines shoulder. He looked at Kurts hand, and placed his own on Kurts, smiling warmly.

            "Yeah, Im just a little nervous, seeing as its my first day and all. But its nice to have someone Im friends with at this school." Kurt gazed into Blaines gorgeous eyes once again, almost feeling like he had known him much longer than he actually did.

            "Who?" Kurt asked, puzzling.

            "You, of course." Blaine chuckled. Kurts heart swelled.

"Im glad you feel that way." Kurt said warmly. Blaine beamed. "Now come on, you dont want to be late on your very first day at McKinley, do you?"

            "I wouldnt mind so much if I were late because of you." Blaine retorted.  Kurt looked away bashfully. Blaine chuckled. "Alright, lets go then. This place is a maze compared to my old school." Blaine got out of the car, eyeing his class list suspiciously. Kurt reached over and plucked the paper out his hands.

            "Well, the first couple of classes we have together, French is a drag by the way, so I could show you to those couple of classes. Only if that would be okay with you, of course. I wouldnt want you to feel like you owe me something for taking you to school, which you obviously dont, because it was a lot of fun, but you know I dont want you to feel obligated to go with me if you dont really like me and you think Im a diva or something. Oh gosh, Im rambling again." Blaine had started to laugh silently, trying not to upset Kurt.

            "Youll be a perfect for a tour guide. Dont worry; I dont think youre a diva. I think youre adorable." Kurt blushed profusely and giggled. They started walking towards the school.

"Thank you." Kurt barely squeaked out. And gaining a little more courage, added, "Youre pretty cute yourself." Blaine bit his lip and looked at the ground. "Hey, can I ask you a question?" Kurt asked. "Its a little personal, actually. So I wont get offended if you dont want to answer." Blaine gave a small smile.

"Ask away, Im sure Ill probably answer." Kurt bit his lip. Please, please, let him be gay. Kurt thought.

"Are you..." Kurt trailed off. He thought of what would happen if he were to ask Blaine if he was gay, and he ended up being straight. He could just imagine the look of disgust in his hazel eyes. How the ‘new kid would tell the whole school that Kurt had ‘come on to him, loosing any chance he had to make a friend outside of glee club. Suddenly, Kurts happiness drained away, leaving him with a cold pit in his stomach. Kurt looked at Blaine, who had stopped at his locker, and was holding a binder against his chest. Blaine looked up, gazing at Kurt with a soft expression.  

"Am I what? Gay?" Blaine asked, a smile slowly creeping across his face. Blaine leaned against his locker, slightly cocking his head to the side. Kurt was horrified.

"I mean if youre not, I totally understand. But Ive never met a straight guy who dressed so well, and wore such tight pants-" Blaine snorted, somehow managing to make it charming.

"I like men just as much as I know that jacket was in Vogues July issue." Kurt laughed, and let out a sigh or relief. Hot and gay. Thank the nonexistent lord. Kurt thought.

They passed through the door of their first class, grabbing seats right next to each other. Kurt couldnt help but notice how good Blaines ass looked in his skin-tight pants. as he went to out his bag under his desk...

"Just to let you know, so am I. I mean Im gay, too." Kurt blurted out. "And by ‘I mean I. Im the only one out of the closet at this school. Which begs the question, why did you come to McKinley of all places? I heard theres this really great school for kids like us, Dalton Academy, I think. Im only still here because I dont want to leave all of my friends." Kurt looked over at Blaine, who wore a cloudy expression.

"Thats where I transferred from. The school may have a no-bullying policy, but I was always an outsider at that school anyways. I only made 2 friends the whole time, Wes and David, and that was only because I roomed with them. They may not bully you at that school, but they sure as hell dont extend a hand to help you out either." Kurt scooted his chair closer to Blaines, and placed his hand over the hazel-eyed boys, running his thumb over the ridges of his knuckles.

"Thats terrible." Kurt said truthfully. "But Ill have you know, I have a great group of people who are willing to lend not just one hand, but as many as they can give. Ill introduce you to them at lunch." Blaine looked into Kurts bright blue eyes. He felt as though there was electricity inside of their gaze, causing a fire which couldnt be expressed with words. Again, Kurt got the feeling of déjà vu he had in the parking lot. He felt like Blaine had already been a large part of Kurts world for a while.

But in an instant, the feeling went away just as quickly as it had come. Blaine cleared his throat, but kept his hand right where it was, Kurt continuing to stroke his knuckles.  The bell rang a few seconds later. Their teacher, Mr. Dykowski, came in, straightening his tie, and taking a sip from his mug. Kurt leaned over, even closer to Blaine. He could smell raspberries and something spicy, and he couldnt get enough.

"Theres a rumor that he spikes his coffee. Welcome to McKinley, by the way." Kurt winked. Blaine bit his lip, trying not to laugh.

"And quite the welcoming committee it is." Blaine said, eyeing the other occupants of the room. There was only about 10 others. Two of the had been high since freshman year, always laughing and reeking of smoke. There was Jessica Daybee, one of the over-achievers, who always seemed to have their head in some other advanced-whatever book. A couple of jocks, some kid who always slept, Mike and Puck, who were currently throwing paper planes at each other, one of the band kids, and a handful of people Kurt had never met before, and if he had, didnt leave a lasting impression. Kurt shrugged.

"Noah and Mike arent so bad; were in glee club together, actually." Blaine looked surprised.

"No offence, but they take me more as the football type." Kurt laughed.

"Oh boy, you should have seen them a couple of years ago. Both of them used to be part of my daily dumpster toss." Blaine wrinkled his nose. "Dont worry; I never left the house without a change of clothes." Blaine laughed.

"Of course not," Blaine joked. "So what turned them onto singing in Glee?" Blaine asked. Kurt just laughed.

"That, Blaine, is a very long story. Are you sure youre up for it?" Blaine nodded.

"I could listen to you talk forever." Kurt looked at Blaine, who had propped his head lazily on his hand, stared expectantly at him. Kurt began, his cheeks flushing.

"It all began when the glee director, Mr. Shue, planted weed in Finns locker." Blaine laughed loudly, gaining looks from everyone in the room, except for Mr. Dykowski, who had his head on his desk, and was snoring softly.

"Whos Finn? You thought I was him this morning, too."

"Hes my big lug of a brother. Well, step-brother. But thats also a very long story." Blaine nodded, accepting the answer.

"I guess youll just have to tell me that one another time." Blaine smiled, turning Kurts insides to jelly. Kurt could tell, his organs liquefied or not, that he was going to have a good year.

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The day progressed just like this, until they had to part ways at separate classes. Kurt could barely focus, which Tina and Mercedes picked up on right away.

"Someone seems happy, and dont think you can fool us white boy, Puck and Mike told us all about your new friend." Mercedes said, over emphasizing the word ‘friend.

"Hes my new neighbor, actually, and I gave him a lift to school after he missed his bus is all."  Kurt dismissed them by turning back to Mrs. Lemm, who was giving them a stern look of disapproval. But Kurt knew that no teacher could stop the gossipy mouth of one Miss Tina Koen-Chang. As soon as the teacher turned around, Tina was asking questions.

"Is he cute? Is he funny? Is he smart?" Tina fired at him.

"Is he gay?" Mercedes joined in. Kurt knew the easy way out would to just give them what they wanted.

"That would be a yes," Mercedes raised an eyebrow. "...to all of the questions." Kurt added. The girls squealed.

"Oh Kurt! Thats so wonderful! Whats his name?" Tina asked.

"Blaine. Blaine Anderson." Kurt said, feeling a blush creep up his neck. Kurt had a feeling Blaines name would be coming up a lot during girl-talk.

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Kurt walked up to Blaines locker tapping him on the shoulder. Blaine turned around, beaming at Kurts arrival.

"Hey, I was just thinking about you." Blaine said, grabbing his backpack, slinging it over his shoulder. Kurt raised an eyebrow.

"Were you now?" Blaine just laughed. "Well good, I was going to offer you a ride. I promise you those buses are riddled with all kinds of diseases." Blaine smiled wide.

"Yes! I mean, I-I uh, yeah, that would be really great, actually." Blaines hazel eyes lit up.

"Good! Are you ready to go then?" Kurt asked. Blaine nodded, and followed Kurt to his navigator.