Blaine plopped into the seat, heaving a sigh as his books spilled from his hands onto the desk. The class passed in a blur for him. Coming from a prep school, he knew all this material already; he learned it last year. Throughout class, he kept stealing glances at Kurt's back. The bell to signal the end of class sounded. Blaine, stuck his nose in his schedule to find his next class. Luckily, he found it without difficulty. This class was another chance for Blaine to sit in a corner and watch everyone else talk.
The lung bell rang. Blaine packed up his stuff slowly, wondering where in the world he would sit for lunch. By the time he finished packing up, the classroom was deserted. "Talk about a hungry class" Blaine thought to himself. He picked his bag up and walked to the lunch room.
As he stepped into the large cafeteria, he looked around at the cliques: the cheerleaders, the football players, even the NERDS had a table. He spotted one open table, and began walking toward it. Upon closer inspection, he realized why no one had sat there: it was almost completely covered in mold and dust. Scrunching up his nose, he sat at the very edge: one of the very few places with no mold. Tentatively he put his lunch down and began to eat, sincerely hoping he would not have to eat there every day at lunch. His eyes were focused on his sandwich, so Blaine didn't notice someone walking up to him.
"you okay?" a voice tinkled in his ear. Startled, Blaine jumped, dropping his sandwich on to the moldy table.
Blaine groaned and turned, the groan leaving him when he saw that Kurt was standing there with a concerned look on his face.
“Uh, y-yeah. I’m…I’m fine” Blaine croaked out, avoiding eye contact with Kurt. This was not a good idea. His eyes roved over Kurt’s body until he forced them to the ground, staring at a spot of ketchup on the floor.
“Do you want to come sit with us?” Kurt asked.
“..us?” Blaine questioned, glancing around to find out where Kurt had come from.
“Yeah, us. The Cheerios.” Kurt gestured to the table of cheerleaders that were laughing too loudly.
“You’re a cheerleader?” Blaine asked incredulously. Kurt nodded, smirking.
“It’s not all girls. We don’t all wear the uniform 24/7. And I look good in it.” Kurt shrugged. Blaine noticed Kurt’s lips that moved beautifully when he spoke, his perfectly styled hair, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled…
“So are you coming or not?” Kurt jolted Blaine out of his stupor.
“Uhm, no, I think I’ll just stay here.” Blaine found himself saying.
“Are you sure?” Blaine nodded. “Okay, well, see you later Blaine!” Kurt sauntered off, Blaine watching him. His eyes drifted down Kurt’s back again, and landed on Kurt’s rear end. Damn, his ass looked good in those jeans. Blaine shook his head to clear it.
"Blaine. He probably isn’t even gay. You can’t be having thoughts like that about a guy you barely know. You only met him today." Blaine told himself. The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Blaine stared sadly at his dirty sandwich and scooped it into the trashcan.