"Did you hear?" Kurt barely stopped himself from rolling his eyes as Mercedes closed her locker and turned to face him, her eyes sparkling with some new gossip to share, obviously very excited about whatever had happened. Personally, Kurt could care less.

"Hear what?" He asked nonetheless. He knew Mercedes was going to tell him anyways.

"About the new kid. He tranferred here from Dalton Academy a couple of days ago?"

Kurt shrugged. He didn't really pay much attention to any gossip. He was what people could all anti-social.

"Seriously Kurt, how the hell do you not know about him? He is all anyone could talk about!" Mercedes sassed him. This time he did roll him eyes.

"Come on, Cedes. You know I don't care about all that. What's the point when I'm not even going to remember anyone or anything 5 years from now?" Kurt finished packing all the books he needed for the day in his bag, and shut his own locker. He started walking towards his first class for the day, Mercedes on his tow.

"Maybe, but Kurt, you've gotta see this dude. He is literally sex on a stick. He's got that badboy look on point, and don't even get me started on his eyes." She had a starry look in her eyes, and Kurt could practically feel her drooling.

"Is there a point why you are telling me all this?" Kurt sighed, already losing interest. It's not like having one more sexy but straight guy around here was going to change anything for him. Infact, if Mercedes was right and he was a badboy, then staying away from him was probably in his best interest. With Karofsky shoving him into a locker every chance he got, Kurt definitely did not need more trouble. Add the usual slushie in the face, and that was more than enough for him, thank you very much.

"Oh there sure is, White Boy. I left the best part for the last." Mercedes paused for dramatic effect, and then, like she couldn't hold it back anymore, she said "he's gay!"

This made Kurt stop in his tracks. He stared at his best friend, who was grinning widely and knowingly, finally having Kurt's complete attention. 

"He's gay?" Kurt asked disbelievingly. He was the only opening gay person in this school, and while he was sure there were other closeted gay people too, he just didn't expect anyone to be open about it. Even Kurt wouldn't have been had he had a choice. Who would willingly open themselves up to the torture they would definitely face because of it.

"Yep. Apparently he was expelled from Dalton because he was caught fucking some guy in the janitor's closet. And from what I hear it wasn't the first time. I guess the school just had had enough of his antics, what with all those strict rules."

"And now he's here." Kurt had started walking again. If what Mercedes told him was true, then he did not want to cross paths with the new kid.

"And now he's here." She said happily, hugging her books dreamily. "What I wouldn't give to have my hands on that booty." She sighed.

"Don't tell me you are actually falling for the badboy routine. I thought you'd be better than that Cedes."

"Oh hell no. Don't go giving me that crap when you haven't even seen him. He looks like a freaking supermodel, if they made supermodels that short."

Kurt laughed. "Guess you just can't help falliing for gay guys. Watch out girl, before you know it, you'll be turning into a hag." He winked at her, teasing her about her crush on him in Sophomore year.

"Watch that mouth of yours pretty boy." She said without any heat in the words. They finally reached their English class, a few minutes early. They take their regular seats on the fourth row, and settle down before the teacher comes.

"You know, maybe this could be good for you."

"What do you mean?" Kurt asked distractedly, trying to find his copy of The Catcher in the Rye. 

"You are attractive, he is attractive, and you guys play for the same team. Sparks could fly." Mercedes winked at him and gave him a sly grin.

Kurt scoffed. "From what I hear so far about him, I doubt we even want the same thing. And just because we both are gay does not mean that we would be attracted to each other."

"I'm just saying. It could happen. Now that you have an option, you might get the chance to do all those couply things that you have always fantasized about." Mercedes said softly. Kurt sighed. He knew his friend was only concerned about him, and only wanted him to be happy.

"This is Ohio, Cedes. If two gay people were in a relationship, their lives would be a living hell, and I for one am not ready for things to go back to the way they were before they expelled Karofsky. And don't worry about me. I will get all of those things, and more. Just not in this dipshit of a town." Kurt reassured her with a smile.

Mercedes gave a sigh. "Okay. But you should still at least give Blaine Anderson a shot. Because seriously, once you look at him, you won't be able to look away."

Kurt laughed. "So you keep telling me. Maybe you-" But he was cut off as the teacher entered and motioned the class to be silent. He did the roll calls and started the class.

He was halfway through it when the door burst open, and in suantered a guy Kurt didn't recognize. Without so much as a glance towards Mr. Potts, he dumped a note on his desk and turned to take a seat. As he faced the class, Kurt's breath caught in his throat. I am staring at a sex god was his first thought before he shook his head to clear it. But still he couldn't stop staring. The guy was wearing skinny jeans, a white v-neck tshirt that hugged his skin very nicely, and a leather jacket over it. He had smooth a zit-free skin. His curly hair looked like they hadn't been combed in days, yet they looked incredibly sexy. Was that a piercing on his eyebrows? His brown eyes were twinkling with mischief, and fuck he's looking right at me. He knows I was checking him out. Kurt tried not to show his panic, but knew he was unsuccessful when his lips twist into a devilsh smirk. Their eyes lock and his smirk grew even more evil, like he had just chosen his target. Kurt shuddered at the thought, from fear or anticipation, one might never know.

"Holy shit, that's him." Mercedes whispered from besides him, breaking him out of his trance. Her words finally register, and yes that makes sense. He was the transfer kid who was apparently "sex on a stick." He found it kind of hard to argue with that particular statement.

The guy (Kurt doesn't remember his name. What had Mercedes told him it was?) takes the only free seat in the class, which just happened to be directly behind him. Kurt tries not to be too obvious as he straightens his back consciously.

"Ah Mr. Anderson. Nice of you to finally join us. You are two days late, but nonetheless, would you like to intoduce yourself to the class?" Mr. Potts said pointedly after he read the note.

"Not particuarly." Anderson said in a bored voice, and yeah, he had a very nice voice. Kurt heard him drop his bag on the ground, and he started tapping his fingers on the desk, choosing to ignore the exasperated teacher.

Mr. Potts just continued where he had left off, but now Kurt was completely distracted.

"You were right." Kurt whispered in Mercedes' ear, who was trying to sneak glances at the new kid, hoping that he wouldn't be able to hear what he said, eventhough he had no way of knowing what he was talking about.

Mercedes looked at him with pure joy and squealed, forgetting where she was. Kurt cringed as Mr. Potts glared at them and shushed her. They both flushed and shut up after that. But not before Mercedes subtly passed a note that said I told you so. Kurt rolled his eyes.

But the class wasn't over yet. After about 5 minutes later, Anderson apparently got bored. He stopped tapping his fingers (thank goodness for that because it was really getting on Kurt's nerves) and leaned forward. Kurt was focused on Mr. Potts so he did not realize how close Anderson was before he spoke directly in his ears, "Hey beautiful." His breath was really warm against Kurt's sensitive skin, and he shivered slightly, flushing red. He tried to control his posture but it was a lost case. God why did he have to be such a blushing virgin!?

"H-hi" He said finally, hating his shaky voice.

"I'm Blaine." The boy- Blaine- said in a sultry voice, still incredibly close to Kurt. He didn't say anything, not trusting his voice.

"You going to tell me your name, pretty boy, or are you just going to leave me hanging?" Blaine's voice was filled with amuesment, and Kurt got redder. Oh my god why is he talking to me??

Kurt coughed. "Um, Kurt." He finally said.

"Well Kurt, what say you and me bunk the rest of the classes and find a private corner for ourselves?" This came completely out of blue (although Kurt probably shouldn't have been surprised, having heard all those rumors from a very reliable source), and Kurt was just about to turn back and gape at him, when he felt lips on his exposed neck, and before he could react, they started moving, pressing harder. Kurt yelped and jumped out of his seat, staring at Blaine in disbelief, his face burnig red and hand covering his neck where Blaine's lips had just been. The entire class had stopped and was looking at the two of them, but Blaine seemed totally unaffected, a lazy smirk on his face. He folded his hands and leaned back in his seat, checking Kurt out unashamefully.

Mr. Potts cleared his throat from behind Kurt, and he snapped his head back. "Is there a problem Mr. Hummel?" Kurt's face got warmer (if that was even possible) with humiliation.  "Er, not sir. Sorry." He muttered, and sat back down. Half of the class had already lost interest, but the other half was still staring at him curiously. Kurt's hand was still on his neck. He lowered it slowly, and pushed himslef closer to the desk, and away from Blaine. He wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

Mercedes was looking at him curiously, waiting for an explaination for his behaviour, but he ignored her and pointedly faced forwards. He realized that she had completely missed their interaction. Small mercies.

Blaine didn't say or do anything durinng the rest of the period, for which Kurt was eternally grateful. As soon as the bell rang indicating the end of the period, Kurt started gathering his books as quickly as he could, and shoved them in his bag. He jumped to his feet, ready to rush out of the classroom. But then Blaine grabbed his waist and Kurt froze. He once again got really close behind Kurt, and whispered in his ear, "You look really cute when you blush."

Kurt didn't allow himself to react in anyway (a skill he had gotten to be very good at after years of bullying), and slipping out of his grasp, he practcally ran out the doors, only then breathing again.