"There," he smiled down upon his name and sighed.

He took out a sheet from his binder marked, 'Class Schedule'. His first class, where he was headed towards to currently, was History. Then English, Lunch Period, Baking and finally, Mathematics. At least he had something fun like baking this semester. A class he's been only asking the front office for for the past three years.

As he entered his history class, he looked around the room for an open spot, but he just wasn't going to take any open spot. As he looked, he noticed he didn't know anyone in this class. Sure he may have seen them walking among the school and casually bumped into them, but he didn't know them.

After a session of eeny meeny miney moe, destiny choose the seat next to the homeless smelling Brett. Kurt sighed as he took his seat and faced foward. A cold chill overcame him for a few seconds as he got comfortable in his seat. At first, Kurt thought it was the metal of his chair, but as he turned to look, he saw that his chair was plastic. How was that possible? There were no vents above him or blowing on him.

Nonetheless, he shrugged and read the first assignment on the board of the new year. Page 10. Test 1. Questions 1 -15. Please write your names in the front of your new textbooks (under your desk)!

"A test?" Kurt muttered, "Already?"

He huffed as he got his new text book and opened the cover. He looked through the names and saw how truly ancient this book was: Audrina Cummings Used: 1950 Returned: 1951, Blaine Anderson Used: 1954 Returned: 1955, Roger Sickles Used: 1966 Returned: 1968, Brittana Lopez-Spears Used: 1981 Returned: 1982. Then Kurt scrawled upon the old textbook himself, Kurt Hummel Used: 2011.

As he looked up at the board to double check the right page he was supposed to go to, he noticed a well dressed boy walking in front of the class, just admiring everything around him. He was carrying colorful textbooks near his faded hunter green and white plaid shirt. He had green suspenders on as well as grey, cuffed pants. The whole look was polished off with a green bowtie and well coiffed, black hair.

Kurt had never seen this boy before here at McKinley High. After a couple more seconds of staring at this boy walking past him, he shook his head and looked forward at the board again to get the correct page. When he retained the information, he opened his text book up to that certain page and took a look to see where that boy was now in the classroom. However, when Kurt looked around, he didn't see the boy. He was gone.

Kurt had just finished cleaning himself off after the huge mess in the cafeteria. A food fight broke out after the Glee Clubs performance of "We Got the Beat". He was walking towards his locker to change out books for his baking class when he saw that boy again. This time however, he was looking towards a set of locker and... talking to them? Enthusiastically, he might add.

"Hey!" Kurt called out and waved his arm to the boy as he walked towards him, "Hey! You there!"

However, the boy didn't move or even flinch. Was he deaf? Well, what if he was? Kurt suddenly felt a little ashamed. But, nonetheless, the boy looked back at Kurt and tilted his head, his mouth agape. There was a little bit of shock in his eyes. The boy looked around as if he were trying to find an escape.

"Wait, no! Don't go!" Kurt said out as he bumped into a fellow student.

"Watch where you're going!" the student called out.

"Sorry!" Kurt turned to apologize, but when Kurt turned back around to talk to the boy, there was no one there. Only Brett, "Hey, Brett! Did you see where that guy went?"

"What guy?" Brett mumbled and blinked.

"The guy... in the green bowtie and suspenders," Kurt mimicked, "He was standing right in front of you! Where did he go? Which way?"

"Dude, I thought you were yelling at me," he continued to mumble, "There was no one else here man," he closed his locker and went off to his third period class.

Kurt's arms dropped to his sides as he was so confused. He looked around for any signs to that now mysterious boy, but he was nowhere to be found. He sighed as he continued on to his own locker to get his baking textbooks.

Finally, the end of the first day, Kurt thought. There was only a minute or two left before the bell was to ring at four. Kurt finished the Math assignment today, check. He turned it in, check. He even attempted the extra credit on the back, check. Had all of his schoolwork, textbooks, notes and utensils ready in his bag, check. Patiently waiting for the bell, semi-check. He couldn't wait any more patient.

But then, Bring! the bell went and people flooded the halls to go home. There was no Glee Club on the first day of school for Mr. Shuester was still out on summer vacation on his way home. Kurt quickly grabbed all of his school materials from his locker and headed straight for the front doors.

As he came upon the doors, he felt a tug on his shoes and saw that his shoe laces were undone. He sighed, hobbled over by the bushes on the steps and bent down to tie his shoes. He held his materials in his arms, thinking he was able to muti-task, but alas, his books and notebooks fell over as he was tying up.

Kurt groaned and looked up at the sky, "Why me?"

After finishing up his tying, he looked over to where his books were and saw the bushes rustle. He looked up to see what was making the rustle and saw the mysterious boy, crouching in the bushes!

"There you are!" Kurt exclaimed, "I've been looking all over for you! Where have you been?"

"Around," the boy said quiety as he hugged his legs and rested his head on his knees.

Kurt tilted his head and got onto all fours, "Just... around?"

The boy nodded and looked over to the spot of soil next to him. He patted it and looked up at Kurt.

Kurt nodded his head and took a seat where the boy patted his hand, "I'm Kurt, Kurt Hummel, and I've never seen you before."

The boy shrugged his shoulders, "I've been around." After a couple of seconds, he began again, "I'm Blaine Anderson," he smiled, "Nice to meet you."

Kurt held out his hand to be shaked, but Blaine did not accept the gesture. He slowly let his hand fall and looked at Blaine again, "How long have you been going to this school? What year are you?"

"I've been coming here for a long time," Blaine looked up to the sky then back at Kurt, "I'm a senior."

Kurt noticed that Blaine had beautiful and bright brown-hazel eyes. His smile was bright as well and gleaming and his voice was soothing. He was starting to have butterflies in his stomach the longer he talked to Blaine, but it was such a good feeling.

Kurt heard honking and his father calling after him, "Kurt? Where are you buddy?"

"I have to go!" Kurt looked over at Blaine, "But we can still hang out. Actually, you want to come over today? I mean, if your parent's don't mind," he was asking as he backed out of the bushes and gathered his items. At this point, Burt saw his son and was starting to walk towards him.

"I'm sure they don't," Blaine smiled, "Sure, I'll go."

"Great," Kurt smiled, "Let me just officially ask my dad!" he got up from the ground with his school books and looked at his approaching father.

"Kurt Elizabeth, I've been waiting for you! What are you doing in the bushes?" he made a gesture to said bushes.

"Talking to my new friend," Kurt pointed, "His name's, Blaine," he smiled.

Burt looked to where Kurt was pointing and furrowed his brow, "Buddy, there's nothing there," he looked his son in the eyes.

Kurt's smile faded and he looked as well. Once again, Blaine had disappeared and was nowhere to be found, "I swear he was right here, dad."

"I'm sure he was," Burt nodded understandingly, "I'm sure he had to get home to do his schoolwork. Now let's go home so you can do the same, okay?"

Kurt nodded solemnly and started walking to his dad's truck. When he was putting his schoolbooks away, he looked back towards the bushes but still couldn't find a trace of Blaine.

"I. hate. math," Kurt muttered to himself, his face in his palm, corresponding elbow to the desk.

He was on his second hour on this math assignment, and still only had halfway done. The homework was still only ten questions, but who knew Algebra III would take this long. Just as he started erasing his problem he had so far, his glass of water on his nightstand fell over, spilling the contents onto the floor.

Kurt immediately turned around to possibly find his clumsy step-brother, Finn, but no one was there, "How the hell?"

He got up and went over to clean up the mess. The water got everywhere on the floor, "Seriously, how did this happen?"

"I'm sorry," a voice sounded out.

Kurt jerked his head up and looked around, "Who is that? Where are you? Show your face!"

"I... I can't," the voice sounded again.

"What do you mean?" Kurt scanned his room for every possible place someone could be hiding.

An increase in his bed was shown on the sheets, "I'm invisible, Kurt. Well, invisble when I roam Earth," the now familiar voice said.

Kurt slowly walked over to the increase and just stared, "Who are you?"

"Kurt, you don't remember me? We talked today!" the voice said, "It's Blaine!"

"Blaine?" Kurt's eyes got wide and his breath hitched.

"Yes?"

"What's going on? Where are you? How are you invisible? This has got to be some sick joke!" Kurt backed up against the wall.

"Kurt?" Burt was coming upstairs, his steps getting louder, "Kurt!"

Quickly before his eyes, the increase was risen and flattened out as he heard soft footsteps go away from him. The door opened and his father walked in, adjusting his cap, "What's going on up here? First I hear things falling over, now you're talking away..."

"I... I was practicing... for a play," Kurt made up on the spot.

"A play that received the part of on your very first day of school?" Burt questioned.

Kurt bit his lip, not knowing what to say.

"Okay, Kurt," Burt stuffed his hands into his pockets, "I don't know what's going on, but..." he shrugged.

"I understand, dad. I was just talking to myself as I did my homework," Kurt gestured towards the homework, "That's all."

Burt nodded and backed up out of Kurt's room, "Okay, just make sure your downstairs for dinner in fifteen. You know how Carole is when everyone's not eating their dinner."

"Yes, dad," Kurt nodded.

As soon as Burt left, Kurt went to close the door. He looked back at his desk to see a pen floating and scribbling on a piece of scrap paper.

"Blaine," Kurt whispered, "You almost got me caught!"

He looked at the paper and read the words, "I am a ghost. - Blaine Anderson" Kurt all of a sudden recognized the name, but where? It wasn't until he decided to try his math problem again that he remembered it from a textbook. But which one? He opened all of them and then came across his history textbook and saw in well written handwriting, Blaine Anderson Used: 1954 Returned: 1955