It was the first day of school. Blaine took a deep breath, hoping to get rid of the anxiety bubbling in his stomach. Looking up at the school towering down on him he read the name: Mckinley High School. Feeling slightly nervous, he ran a hand through his curls and pushed the door open.
His eyes widened. This school, with its hustle and bustle, with its hallways that Blaine could lie across and others would still have room to walk, was enormous. Grasping his backpack straps tighter, he kept his hazel eyes glued to the little metal plates on the lockers that showed the number. 52... 53... Blaine’s locker was 100. He sighed and sped up, eager to get away from these stares of interest he was getting everywhere he went. That's what he gets for moving to California from Ohio after ninth grade.
Panting slightly from running, Blaine stopped at his locker, taking the little blue card out of his pocket. He put it on his books, and entered the combo, messing up several times before getting it right. He opened his locker, and promptly shut it out of disbelief. "That’s my locker?" he thought "but it's huge!". He re entered his combination, holding his books tightly. When he opened his locker, he dropped his books into the vast space.
Leaning next to his open locker, he checked the time. He was startled when he saw he had 5 minutes until class started. Pulling out his schedule, he shut his locker, since the books for his first 2 classes were already stowed carefully in his backpack. He looked at the white paper that he was mailed the week before. His first class was biology, room 17. He glanced at the classroom nearest to him. 48 He groaned.
"Do you need some help?" Blaine spun around to face a curious boy with a charming smile that leapt off his face. Blaine was mesmerized for a second. With great effort, he tore his eyes away from this boys face and looked back at his schedule. "Um yeah can you tell me where room 17 is?” Blaine asked, barely over a whisper. " Biology? I have that first period too. I’ll take you, come on." The boy cheerfully turned around and began walking.
"I'm Kurt by the way,”
"Blaine.” Blaine replied.
“I'm guessing this is your first day here?" Blaine nodded.
“Well don’t worry. It's really awesome here. You'll love it.” Kurt turned to face him. "Here we are. Room 17, honors 10 grade biology.” Blaine tried to say thank you, but was hypnotized by Kurt’s flawless skin, so he just nodded gratefully.
He entered the classroom, with Kurt stopping to talk to his friends. Scanning the room for an empty seat, Blaine’s eyes landed upon one in the corner of the room. He pushed his curly hair out of his face once more and rushed to the seat, eager to avoid the wave of people that had begun to surge in through the door.