Monday, almost noon, and Kurt is sitting in the back of his class twirling his pen between his fingers while blatantly staring at Blaine sitting two rows in front of him.

'I should've just done the whole thing myself. At least then I wouldn't be forced to sit with him again during lunch."

Darting his eyes now through the classroom, his eyes fall on Puck's back and sighs "I'm never gonna hear the end of it!"

"Mr. Hummel!" the teacher's voice sounds through the room, snapping Kurt out of his thoughts. "Do you care to elaborate on what was going on in your mind right now?"

He rolls his eyes and sighs "Not really, sir."

"Then if you don't mind, pay attention." the teacher says and turns back to the whiteboard behind him to write another formula on it.

His gaze momentarily flickers over to Blaine, who's eyeing him from underneath his eyelashes.

"What?" Kurt mouths, staring back at him, and it makes Blaine turn around quickly, looking back at the whiteboard. With a loud sigh Kurt straightens up in his chair and tries to pay attention to whatever his teacher is saying.

As soon as the bell rang, Kurt fled the classroom, trying to avoid Blaine during their lunch break. Unfortunately, the moment he slams his locker shut, he finds Blaine standing next to him, half a grin on his face and his arms crossed in front of his chest.

"Look, I know you don't want us to be seen together, but we need this thing done. I'm not really in any position to flunk any of my assignments, so let's just get it over with and in a few days you're rid of me."

"You don't have to act all bitchy about it ..." Kurt mumbles as he opens his locker again and takes out his copy of The Winter's Tale, putting it immediately in his messenger bag hanging over his shoulder.

"Okay," he says a bit louder, but not loud enough for everyone to hear, as he slams the door shut again. "Meet me outside, behind the gym." And he strides away, taking big steps as if he can't get away from Blaine fast enough.

Trying to avoid his friends when he wants to, isn't as easy as Kurt thought. For five minutes he's held up by Puck gushing over how awesome next saturday will be, and it takes Kurt almost running away before he can escape Puck's attention, leaving him standing there staring after Kurt with a dazed expression.

When he finally reaches the benches behind the gym, he sees Blaine's already there, arms crossed on the table and his head resting on it. Kurt notices the shallow rise and fall from Blaine's back as he walks closer to the boy, Without even thinking about it, he lets his gaze wonder up and down over Blaine and it takes him almost stumbling over a loose tile on the ground to realize what he's doing.

'Snap out of it Hummel!' he thinks to himself and takes one last step, dropping his bag on the table in front of the other boy.

"Whoa!" Blaine suddenly sits up straight, his eyes wide and questioning as he starts to focus on Kurt standing in front of him. "Damn!"

"Don't tell me, rough night again?" Kurt rolls his eyes and sits down, while he takes out his book and papers.

"Yeah, something like that ..." Blaine mutters as he rubs his eyes slowly with the back of his hand. "Never mind, let's just start."

Walking to his locker at the end of the day, Kurt suddenly finds Puck throwing his arm around his shoulder, looking at him questioning.

"So? You and Anderson huh?"

"What?" Kurt looks at Puck in question and shrugs off the other guy's arm.

"You two got something secret going on?" Puck winks "I saw you two behind the gym during lunch break. Looking pretty cosy if you ask me."

Kurt takes his time putting his stuff in his locker and taking out what he needs, before he slams it shut and turns to glare at Puck.

"You know as well as I do Noah, that we are forced to do that English assignment, so just cool it will you!"

With a scoff he turns and leaves Puck standing in the hallway.

The week proceeds the same way as that monday, avoiding Blaine during the day and homework behind the gym every lunch break.

The only difference is that by the end of the week, Kurt doesn't really seem to mind meeting up with Blaine anymore. He'll never admit it, but the quiet time with the other boy, only interupted by quiet questions and talking about the book, is starting to be something he's looking forward to it.

'I guess he's not so bad after all.' he finds himself thinking while he looks up through his eyelashes at the boy scribbling some words down on a paper in front of him. His eyes widen momentarily, surprised by his own thoughts 'Come on Hummel! Get a grip, he's freaking Blaine Anderson!'

Kurt is so lost in his own thoughts that he doesn't notice Blaine looking up from his paper, a quizical expression on his face.

"Euhm, anything wrong?" he silently asks and Kurt startles out of his thoughts, stammering a quick "No" before dropping his gaze on the book in his hands.

Lunch break is over and both Blaine and Kurt pack up their things in silence.
The moment they hear the bell ring, Kurt looks up asking,

"I guess you're not so tired anymore? You stayed awake the entire hour since yesterday ..."

Blaine just shrugs, before swinging his bag over his shoulder,

"I guess so. See you monday Kurt." and he walks off, headed for the main building, his gaze on the ground and shoulders a bit hunched as usual.

"Hummel!" someone suddenly shouts a few feet away from Kurt and he looks up surprised, not expecting anyone to be behind the gym.

He rolls his eyes as he sees Puck and Sam nonchalantly stroll over to where Kurt is still standing.

"So Kurt, still smooching with Anderson huh?" Sam grins and bumps fists with Puck.

"No, homework remember! What do you guys want now?"

"Well," Puck immediately answers "We were thinking about ditching class and already starting our weekend. Care to join us?"

Kurt doesn't really have to think about it, classes that afternoon are particularly boring as every friday and with a wide grin he nods and walks away from the table with the other two boys.

That evening Kurt stumbles through his front door, tripping a bit and almost knocking over a small table standing against the wall near the door, and he can't stop giggling.

When suddenly the light goes on, he quickly lifts his head and stares right at his father, standing in the doorway of the livingroom with his arms crossed.

"Hi dad!" he exclaims cheerfully.

"Don't hi dad me!" Burt says sternly "What on earth are you thinking staying out until this hour without even calling me. And being drunk to top it off too."

Kurt quietly closes the door and shrugs barely visible "Sorry?"

"You better be. This is your first and final warning Kurt. I'm not taking any of this crap from you. If you pull this stunt one more time, you're grounded. Get it?"

"Yes dad," Kurt answers and without looking back at his father he hurries up to his room and drops himself on his bed, not even taking his time to undress himself before he falls asleep.

TBC