The doors to McKinley High School swung open as Kurt Hummel pushed through.  The crowd of teenagers parted to let him through, faces staring at him, whispering about him, looking on in admiration.

This is what he was meant for.

He shot a smile to Mercedes Jones, his best friend and fellow cheerleader, and turned the corner, his satchel swinging as he walked, bumping his leg. As he reached his locker, he unlocked it and slung the bag inside, taking out his things for his first lesson.

Math.

He sighed inwardly, and slammed the locker shut.

How he hated Math.

He span on the ball of his foot, and began walking down the hallway, when all of a sudden something caught his eye.

Or rather, someone.

At first glance, there was nothing special about this boy. Short. Curly black hair. Oversized glasses that every nerd seemed to wear.  A pretty ordinary, invisible kid that was new at McKinley.

Yet there was something there, something that it seemed only Kurt could see.  The boy shuffled through the crowd of students, cradling a large pile of books to his chest. Kurt watched him, puzzled.

Kurt saw Karofsky walk by, and saw him stick his foot out in front of the boy.  The teenager fell to the ground, his books scattering across the floor, one of which came to a stop just in front of Kurt. The cheerleader caught the footballer’s subtle glance directed at him, almost yearning for approval, but right now he didn’t care.

The boy pushed himself off of the ground, sighing and trying to ignore the laughs from the crowd that were passing by. He quickly began gathering up his belongings, occasionally pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

Kurt found himself on the ground as well, gathering up the boys books. He grabbed the last book, the one that had landed right in front of him, and was met with a quizzical look, and two hazel eyes. Hazel eyes that were familiar. Hazel eyes that were warm. Hazel eyes that were connected with something that made Kurt feel happy.

‘What are you doing?’ Blaine whispered.

That voice.

‘I...,’ Kurt began, finding himself slightly speechless for once, ‘Your books were in my way.’

Kurt stood up, regaining the control of his mind, and holding out the book for the boy to take.

 The boy rose, a small smile tugging at his lips.

‘Whatever you say Kurt.’ He said, taking the book, and placing it on top of the pile he held in his arms.

‘How do-,’ Kurt said, puzzled, ‘Who are you?’

The boy laughed weakly, and turned, walking away.

Santana walked up beside Kurt.

‘Who’s your boy toy, Kurt?’ she smirked, grabbing his arm, and pulling him towards the gym hall, ‘Whatever, we need to get you and your baby face to see Coach Sylvester.’

‘He’s not my boy toy Santana.’ Kurt quipped angrily, gripping the items in his hands.

I don’t know who he is

*

Kurt strolled into Sue’s office, and sat in one of the chairs that were positioned in front of her desk.

‘Why hello Porcelain,’ Sue greeted him, ‘What an absolute delight it is to see you.’

Kurt laughed weakly.

‘Coach...What is it you wanted me for?’ he enquired, raising his eyebrows slightly.

 ‘It has come to my attention that you are a failure.’ Sue said bluntly.

‘....What-’

‘You are flunking Math. And it is school policy that anyone getting a C or below in a subject cannot participate in any extra-curricular activities that require a large amount of dedication.’

Sue picked up the walkie-talkie on her desk, and pressed the button on the side.

‘Becky, send the bottom-dweller in. Stat.’

Kurt, confused, turned to the door of the Coach’s office. The door opened, and standing there was none other than the boy from the hallway. Kurt’s mouth fell open slightly.

‘Sit.’ Sue said, pointing to the seat. The boy followed her orders, all the while avoiding Kurt’s gaze.

There was silence for a moment.

‘This thing will be tutoring you.’

The boy looked up suddenly, just as startled as Kurt was.

‘Coach Sylvester,’ Kurt said, evidently trying to contain his anger, ‘I cannot spend time with...whatever his name is’

‘It’s Blaine.’ The other boy replied, crossing his arms and looking down.

‘Right. Whatever’ Kurt said, before looking pleadingly at Sue, ‘Coach, I have a reputation to uphold. If I start hanging out with...with him...I’ll become the joke of the whole school.’

‘Well Porcelain,’ Sue replied, leaning towards the boys, ‘You should have thought of that before you flunked Math.’

Kurt sighed in aggravation, and Blaine pushed his glasses further up his nos.

‘Porcelain, Child Schuester, you will meet for at least 10 hours a week-‘

‘That’s horrific!’ Kurt exclaimed.

‘-until you can get a B or above’

Kurt scowled and stood up, before storming out of the Coach’s office.

‘You leave as well Anderson. Your hair is too much like Schuester’s and it is making me want to vomit.’

Blaine hurried out, and closed the door behind him. He walked down the hallway for a moment, a sigh passing his lips, before he was suddenly pulled into a classroom.  The door closed behind him, and he looked up to see Kurt.

‘Blaine.’ Kurt said, ‘Blaine Anderson.’

Blaine nodded.

‘What are you doing here?’ Kurt asked, scowling slightly.

‘After we moved, I went to Dalton Academy.’ Blaine said, Kurt recognising the name, ‘It was really expensive, but it was a great education, just what my dad wanted. But then he started drinking. A lot. And suddenly we didn’t have that much, and we couldn’t afford the Dalton fees. So I had to come here.’

Kurt looked down, eyes deep in thought..

‘I...We...We’re not friends anymore.’ Kurt said, looking up, ‘We will meet up for this...tutor thing....and that is it. We’ve both moved on. I’ve made a life for myself here....I’ve worked for it....and I will not let anything spoil it. So just....stay away from me’

Kurt nodded, and began walking towards the door.

‘I missed you too.’ Blaine said, and Kurt turned.

Blaine looked at him, smiled, and walked out .