A/N: I don't own Glee. Or Kurt or Blaine. But if I did it would be renamed the Klaine show and have this thing I like to call continuity. That is all. Enjoy.

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Blaine's POV

Blaine slowly walked towards the cafeteria. The bell for lunch had rung over five minutes ago, but he had deliberately wasted time at his locker, rearranging the order of his books and straightening the schedule he had taped to the door. The truth was, after 4 hours in classes, Blaine wasn't sure whether Mike's offer to spend lunch with him would still be good, and he really wasn't in the mood to sit alone.

But unfortunately, Blaine was slowly realising that there weren't many places he could hide away. He library was off limits, at least until he had finished eating anyway, and he wasn't going to be one of those sad people who ate their lunch in a toilet cubicle, because that was just gross. And pathetic.

Also, unlike at Dalton, during lunch-time certain areas of the school were off limits, presumably so that the teachers could keep an eye on all the students. And so that left him with the cafeteria. Joy.

Blaine realised then that he felt very anxious, even more anxious than he had felt earlier that morning.

How is that even possible? he asked himself.

But deep down he knew the answer to that. This morning he had held no expectations. Yes, he'd been scared of what to expect, but he'd experienced the worst before, and he was used to being alone, so he knew he'd be able to cope. He didn't want to have to, but he could if it came to it.

This was different. There were people - Rachel, Mike, Santana, Finn, Artie – Kurt – who possibly wanted to be his friends. Blaine might actually make friends, and on his first day too. The prospect of him walking into the cafeteria to find they didn't want him to sit with them anymore was heartbreaking. And it hadn't even happened yet.

"Uh...Blaine, what are you doing?" He looked up to see Rachel standing in front of him, a confused expression plastered across her face. She keeps doing that, he thought. Popping up out of nowhere.

"It's just you're standing right in the middle of the hallway with a vacant look on your face..." she trailed off, waiting for a response. When she didn't get one, she continued, eager as ever. "You're lost aren't you? Yes, that's it. Well come on." She grabbed Blaine by the arm and all but dragged him down the hall. "The cafeteria is this way. We were all so worried about you. So I came to find you."

Blaine didn't know what to say. They were worried. About him?

Him. Little old Blaine Anderson who had had maybe two good friends in his whole life. And here were six people who wanted to be his friend. And they didn't even know him. They had just looked at him and decided then and there, that they were going to take care of him.

"You don't talk very much, do you?" Rachel asked, waiting patiently for Blaine to answer. A rarity, he thought.

"I guess...I guess I'm just nervous. First day and all. I keep getting side-tracked by what's going on, and I forget to respond." He paused, but Rachel just smiled at him. This is probably the longest she's gone without talking around me, he thought, suppressing a giggle.

"I...I just want to thankyou for...well, everything. Introducing yourself. Acting like a friend."

Rachel laughed. "Oh Blaine, you are a very dapper young man, aren't you?" He raised his eyebrows - who says stuff like that?

"I mean, with your bowtie, Capri pants, gelled hair and manners, it's almost as if you've stepped out of another era. I like it." And with that she grabbed him once again and made off down the hallway, Blaine dragging behind.

Within moments they had reached the cafeteria and were making their way to a table towards the back. She walks really fast for such a small person, Blaine thought. And I should know.

As he reached the table, Kurt - who he was pleased to see sat with Rachel and her friends, and hadn't just been a friend of Mike's – stood up and pulled a chair out for him.

Smiling Blaine sat down. This was all just to good to be true.

"Alright Blaine, so you know-" Rachel began pointing around the group "-Artie, Santana, Finn and Mike,"

"-and Kurt." Blaine spoke up, a little too eager. "I know Kurt."

"You do?" Rachel asked raising one eyebrow.

Kurt looked up, catching Blaine's eyes and smiling, before quickly averting his gaze. "We...uh...we met this morning."

Why does he sound nervous? Blaine wondered.

"Yeah...he...he showed me to my class. Mike introduced us." Oh god, now I sound nervous too. I guess it's catching.

"That's nice," continued Rachel, obviously oblivious to Blaine or Kurt's sudden nervousness, "-well, this is Tina."

Blaine drew his eyes away from Kurt and looked to where Rachel was pointing. For what felt like the hundredth time today, he had failed to notice what was right in front of his nose. There were other people at this table. He really needed to stop getting lost in his thoughts and pay more attention to his surroundings.

"-and that's Brittany, Mercedes, Puck and Sam."

"Hi," was all he could manage.

"So, tell us Blaine...why McKinley?" Mike asked, saving Blaine from having to think of something to say himself.

"Not that it isn't a fantastic school," Kurt interjected, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Blaine looked up at Kurt. He was smiling, a knowing look on his face. Blaine realised he was to lighten the mood, give Blaine more time to think about what how much he wanted to give away. Blaine was very thankful. Otherwise he might have had a repeat of this morning, and he did not want that.

After a moment's pause, he began. "Well, I transferred from Dalton Academy over in Westerville."

"Oooh, a private school boy, no wonder he has manners." Santana cut in.

"Yes, well I loved it there, but I guess my parents didn't have the money to send me there anymore" or the inclination "so now I'm here. A rather boring story I'm afraid." He glanced over at Kurt, who nodded in encouragement. Somehow this action alone told Blaine that Kurt would not tell anyone about his breakdown this morning, or the real reason behind why he transferred. Blaine made a mental note to thank Kurt later.

"That's too bad. I hope you like it here." Tina smiled, wrapping her arm around Mike and kissing him on the cheek. "Mike has told me all about how nice you are, so I'm very glad we will get to be friends."

Blaine obviously hadn't looked away from Tina's arm around Mike, because the next second Mike was interrupting. "Tina and I are together, if that wasn't already obvious."

Blaine started to backtrack. "Oh, yeah...I....that's cool." He paused. "And thankyou Tina. I'm glad you want to be my friend!"

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Kurt's POV

Although Blaine was laughing, Kurt understood the hidden meaning behind Blaine's words. Blaine hadn't just said that jokily, although that's probably what he was trying to convey, he had meant it. He was relieved beyond belief that someone wanted to be his friend. Kurt knew this because he had been there himself. Way back when he was a freshman, on his very first day of school, Rachel had come marching up to him, just as she had done to Blaine earlier today, and declared the two friends. Rachel was annoying at the best of times, but she was his best friend. And he really appreciated having her.

Most of the time. Except when she ditched him for her boyfriend (who was coincidently also his step-brother), like yesterday. (Ok, apparently he wasn't quite over yesterday...) He loved them both, he really did, but sometimes Kurt wished he had a friend that was all his. Everyone in Glee, except Artie (although he and Kurt weren't that close), were dating each other, and this often meant Kurt felt like the third wheel.

Well not anymore. Kurt was determined to be the friend to Blaine that Kurt wished he had himself.

"Blaine, don't act so surprised. We all want to be your friend." Kurt smiled, hoping he was reassuring Blaine.

Blaine smiled back, so hopefully he was.

"Thanks guys. That means a lot. I..." but Blaine was interrupted as the bell sounded.

Kurt almost jumped out of his chair. "Come on Blaine. I'll take you to your next class. What do you have now?"

Standing, Blaine smiled. "Oh, English. Which I love. Unless they set a terrible book to read and then I can't stand it."

Kurt's heart started to beat faster. He had English next. Calmly he asked "With who?"

"Um...a Mr Gillings, I think."

Kurt's heart almost leapt out of his chest. "I have...um...me too. I'm in your class I guess."

"Really?" Blaine asked with so much enthusiasm he looked like a 5 year old who was just told they could have candy for dinner.

"Yeah, come on." Kurt waved Blaine over. "We can go to your locker, then mine. That way you won't get lost."

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Blaine's POV

As it turned out, Mr Gillings was one of those annoying teachers who liked to assign seats, despite the fact that everyone in the room was 17. However, by some kind twist of fate, Kurt had been seated next to him. Something about 'Kurt being her best student' and 'being able to help Blaine if needed'.

This day was going much, much better than planned.

Blaine had made...he didn't even know how many new friends he'd made there were that many, and he'd met Kurt. He wasn't sure why but he just felt different around Kurt. Comfortable. Conversation between them flowed easily, as if they'd know each other for years rather than hours. He had never felt like this with anyone else.

He had never been able to really talk to his parents, but since he'd come out it had been even more strained, if that was even possible. They....had acknowledged that he was gay, but they never accepted him. Ever since then they had grown more and more distant. To the point where they had pulled him out of Dalton simply because they didn't care anymore. Or so he suspected. Even with his closest friends at Dalton he had always been guarded, not wanting to share too much of himself.

But with Kurt, well he just couldn't help sharing everything. As was evidenced by his minor breakdown that morning, in which he had confessed his darkest fears within about 180 seconds of meeting Kurt. A new low.

But apparently he hadn't scared Kurt of entirely, because at the moment Kurt and him were passing notes. He felt like he was back in the 5th grade. And let me tell you, the 5th grade was a good year.

Favourite movie. Go!

Really? That's your question, Blaine scribbled back.

Yes. And stop mocking my questions.

Fine. Mulan, I guess. Don't judge me. You?

You. Like. Disney. No way. This is unbelievable.

Why?

Because I LOVE Disney too. Fav movie? Probably Moulin Rouge, I'm a sap. Sue me.

Really?

You ask a lot of pointless questions. Next.

Um...favourite book?

Pointer: You don't have to right the 'um'. That's what you think as you are writing the question. And Harry Potter.

...

Blaine?

Sorry, just freaking out over here.

Why?

Now who's asking pointless questions?

Still you.

Mature. It's your turn to ask a question anyway. I'm tired.

You've asked me two questions so far. Two. It must be a hard life.

It is.

That's cheery. So here's my question. Are you busy after school today?

No.

Well then, do you want to get coffee somewhere? I promised you we could talk. And it's just I know how lonely it can be when you don't have that many friends, and starting a new school is really tough, so...yeah. I'm rambling. I tend to do that a lot. I just thought maybe you'd like some company from a friend. You know, support.

Blaine just stared at the paper. Could Kurt read his mind? In just a few sentences he had pretty much hit every one of Blaine's insecurities on the head. Kurt didn't know that he would be all alone when he got home from school, and he didn't know how badly Blaine had wanted to make a friend. But maybe he sensed it. Blaine quickly scribbled an answer.

Can you read my mind? It's like you are in my head. And yes, I'm definitely up for coffee. I LOVE coffee.

Haha, no. Same wavelength maybe?

Are you sure your parents won't mind?

And am I sensing a fellow coffee addict?

Maybe... And trust me, my parents won't mind.

It's settled then. How about we meet at the Lima Bean at say, 4.30? I'll need to change first.

Why would you need to change?

You'll see.

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Kurt's POV

Kurt walked as slowly as possible towards his locker. It was the first day of school, and he knew what that meant. Right now Karofsky would be waiting at Kurt's car ready to slushie him the second he emerged from school. It was tradition. It happened every year, and this year would not be an exception.

Kurt thought about walking home, but he knew he couldn't. If he did, he would have no way of getting to the Lima Bean. And he was not about to miss that.

He needed to be there for Blaine, and standing him up after promising to be his friend, even if he texted him first, was not an option. He would not do that to him. And so slushie it was.

As he made his way to the parking lot, Kurt thought all about how wonderful today had been. Just yesterday he had been feeling so alone, and suddenly, out of nowhere, Blaine had appeared. Someone who was in need of a friend just as much as Kurt was. Maybe more. He hoped they would become good friends. They already seemed to have so much in common.

"I hope you like the cold, fairy!"

Kurt didn't even have time to process Karofsky's insult before he felt the cold ice hit him. He gasped, feeling the ice melting immediately and starting to trickle down his shirt.

Getting over the immediate shock, Kurt went to yell some witty insult at Karofsky but he was already gone. He can hand it out but he can't take it, Kurt thought. What. A. Coward. Scared of an insult.

"Kurt! Are you ok? I was walking to my car, when I saw..." started Blaine, who had appeared as if from nowhere.

Kurt sighed. "Welcome to McKinley."

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A/N: I just have to say that I love Blaine as Kurt as friends. I mean, I love them together obviously, but I really love that they were best friends first.

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