"Ladies and gentlemen please pick your seats so that we can get this year going." Mr. Jackson told us all as we walked into the room.

For the past three days, we had been in the seats that he had wanted us in so that he would be able to remember our names better. I didn't particularly mind where my seat was located, next to Rachel, since we were in the back and would be able to discuss Mr. Jackson's receding hairline without him noticing, but I did mind that Blaine Anderson was in our class but was seated right in front of one of the tallest guys in the class, no not Finn, but being the fact that he was unusually short, it made it nearly impossible to catch a glimpse of his curly haired head.

Rachel and I took our normal seats, looking around to see that the rest of the seats were filling up. I kept my eyes locked on the door so that I would be able to see if Blaine was making his way in. I needed to know where he was going to be sitting for now.

Blaine never showed up to English that day. It was something that I should have very well expected since he is Blaine Anderson and all but I had that stupid hope that he was going to sit down next to me and we would become immediate friends and sing flirty duets, even though I had no idea what his voice sounded like, speaking or singing, and after a few weeks of mild flirting, we would be in his bedroom, ripping each other's clothes off...and wow, this really is not a good time to be thinking about that stuff. As I cleared the thought from my mind, I felt a mild blush running up to my cheeks. Blaine Anderson was getting to me...which was something that just could not happen.

By the end of the day, I had been told that I had to do two book reports by Friday, which just happened to be three days away, two pages of calculus work which was sure to take me hours, and I had to find a song to sing in Glee Club for tomorrow. 

Great.

~

I woke up the next morning earlier than usual so that I would be able to style my hair the way that I wanted it. Yesterday, it had fallen down and it was a disaster. It made me happy that Blaine wasn't at school.

"Kurt. Hey, bro." Finn, my stepbrother, came up to me. He had football tryouts earlier this morning, being the reason he didn't ask me what he needed to ask me while we were at home.

"Finn, whatever it is...say it quick. Mercedes is going to be here any minute. She dropped some ketchup on her new white shirt this morning and I simply cannot let a friend walk around with a stain on their shirt all day..."

"Stain drama, yeah I get it, but I really need you to listen to me for a second okay? It's kind of important." Finn cut me off mid thought but his tone made it sound like it was fairly important, well, that and the fact that he rarely talks to me during school after that incident in the locker rooms last year...not pretty.

"It's about Blaine."

I felt my heart stop and heard my breath catch.

"Wh-what about him?"

"Oh my God. Rachel and Mercedes were right."

"They-what?" Finn had completely lost me at this point.

"Mercedes told Rachel that you and a thing for Blaine and she was worried about you liking him because he is straight and he was in ju-"

"Finn! Oh my gosh shut up! Okay, one, you are incredibly loud so if, if, I did like Blaine, half of the school would know by now. But since I don't, it doesn't matter. And even if I did, it is none of their business or yours for that matter."

"Kurt. You are my brother, so, whether you like it or not, it does kind if make it my business." I really did appreciate the fact that Finn cared enough about me to come and talk about this but, he really does need to work on his timing.

"Thank you, Finn, for your concern, but there is absolutely nothing to worry about because Blaine Anderson means nothing to me. He is just another face in the crowd." Another very attractive face, I wanted to add, but decided it be best if I didn't.

"That's good. He made the football team today so, that means that he will probably be the new replacement Karofsky. Azimio seemed to have taken him under his wing so..."

Oh god. Well if I wasn't sure that it wasn't going to work between Blaine and I before, I was now. 

~

As I was dabbing Mercedes's shirt with my ever present and always handy, Tide to Go stick, I saw him.

Blaine sported his letterman jacket, making him look smaller than he normally did. Although I rarely go after those who are vertically challenged, I could make an exception for him if I ever needed to because God that jacket looked great on him.

Mercedes nodded to me as she took the stain remover from my hand and walked herself to the ladies restroom. 

"What are you lookin' at Hummel?" I heard Azimio call to me, noticing that he was behind Blaine.

I stood motionless, imagining what was bound to happen to me next.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer." Well, now I know what Blaine's voice sounds like.

I felt hands on my chest and then the cold metal of the lockers collide with my back.

That was not how I wanted to feel Blaine's hands on me.

Apparently, everyone was right. Blaine was just as bad as the rest if the jocks. I have no idea how I thought that he would be different, that he would give me a break, that we had a chance.

"There is plenty more where that came from, homo." Azimio called as he gave Blaine a high five.

A few minutes after they had walked down the hallway laughing to themselves, presumably about the face I made or how there was nothing I could do to stop them, Mercedes found me on the floor with my head in my knees under the locker that I was shoved into. 

"Kurt. Oh my God! What happened?"

I noticed the tears that were beginning to form in the corners of my eyes. 

"Azimio and Blaine."

"Blaine as in totally crushworthy Blaine?"

"The one and only."

"I'm so sorry Kurt, I know that-"

"I didn't like him so get that out of your mind right now. I knew that it would be ridiculous to think that he would be like us, he would be a normal member of glee, just like Finn. He would come around at some point and we would all be friends, a big happy family."

"I know. But...I..." I felt a hot tear slide down my cheek as Mercedes wrapped her arms around me.

~

I walked into English after composing myself after the morning's endeavors. 

I sat in my seat and apparently word had gotten to Rachel about my meeting with the jocks.

She gave me a smile and placed her hand on my shoulder as she mouthed 'I'm sorry.'

"Mr. Anderson. So kind of you to join us today." Blaine walked in the room, not acknowledging Mr. Jackson in the slightest.

"Find an open seat," Mr. Jackson scanned the room, his eyes landing on the empty desk next to mine, "There is one right next to Mr. Hummel."

Blaine sat down next to me and Rachel gave me a worried glance as if making sure that I wasn't going to break down or run out of the room screaming.

"Now that everyone is here...These will be your permanent seats for the rest of the year, so I hope that you are happy with the people sitting next to you because you are stuck with them."

I was stuck sitting next to Blaine all year. 

A wish come true...