“Hey Anderson, don’t be shy, come sit with us.” Santana said with a grin when she saw the boy shuffling towards his usual seat in the cafeteria.

“Hold the fuck up, what the fuck Lopez?” Kurt hissed when he saw the hobbit changing direction and heading towards their table instead. He got an innocent shrug and a little smile in response and when Blaine took a seat next to the girl he felt like his head would explode. What was this?

“What’s goin’ on Santana?” he asked her dryly.

“I just thought he could sit with us. I mean he’s always so alone.” she answered, that damn smile still on her lips.

“Oh that’s so kind of you, San. Thank you.”

San? He calls her San already?

 “What the fuck’s goin on?” he asked when he wasn’t able to keep it in any longer.

“Oh, hey, do you know each other?” Santana asked like she hadn’t heard a word just spoken to her. “Kurt, this is Blaine. Blaine, this is Kurt.” she informed, pretending like the two of them were complete strangers. Blaine seemed to enjoy the little ‘game’ and offered a hand for Kurt to shake. He ignored it.

“Well someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.” the hobbit said.

“Not really, he’s always like that.” Santana whispered in the boy’s ear.

“Anyways,” she carried on. “I thought it’d be nice for the two of you to get to know each other. I mean you are a lot like.”

“Don’t say that ever again, please.” Kurt said sweetly, yet poisonous.

   “How did the two of you… get to know each other so well, then?” the cyan eyed boy asked after a while, trying his best not to flip the table. It was just something about the situation that made him incredibly frustrated.

“We sort of spend the weekend together.”

“Hold the fuck up.” he said again with a little laugh. “You did what again?”

“Don’t worry Hummel, I’m still a dyke and Blaine’s still a fag.”

“But what the fuck Santana?”

“What?”

“Why. Did. You–?”

“You know I’m right here, Kurtie, no need to act like I’m not.”

Kurt turned his head slightly and glared at the hobbit-like boy sitting in the seat across the table. He gave him a bitch look and then turned his attention back to the girl sitting beside him. She sat beside him like they’d known each other for forever.

“What the hell did I miss?” he asked again, gesturing at the two of them.

“Nothing?”

“Okay so one day you act like he doesn’t exist and the next you just happen to spend the weekend with him? And now all of a sudden you're best friends?” Wow, that sounded way more jealous than he’d meant for it to.

“I didn’t act like he didn’t exist, Kurt, you did, and Quinn too sort of. The two of you’ve hated on him ever since he showed up here. Show the poor boy some compassion.” Santana said with a hand on her chest, pretending like she actually really cared, and he saw Blaine trying not to smile.

“And come one, what’s there to hate, really?” she added and Kurt’s chin fell down to the floor.

“Coma again?”

“Come on, he’s pretty attractive it you look at him properly.”

“Are you fucking serious?” he asked. Santana was probably the gayest girl he’d ever met; in fact he’d never heard her say a male was attractive before. And that she chose to say that about Anderson of all people just… it kind of pissed him off.

“You know she’s right.” Blaine said with a half grin that made his blood boil.

“Oh yeah, as long as the thoughts of hobbits, curly hair and triangle eyebrows turns you on. But sorry, it really doesn’t do anything for me.”

With a deep chuckle, Blaine grabbed the apple lying on his lunch tray and looked at Kurt through his ridiculously thick eyelashes as he took a bite, making an act of it all. Something inside Kurt didn’t really know what to feel in that moment. Should he be irritated? Angry? Uncomfortable, maybe? Should he be turned on? Was that what Blaine tried to do? Turning him on? ‘Cause that came out of nowhere and was almost laughable.

Though he–no what the fuck Kurt shut up.

After forcing the thought he’d been close to thinking as far back in his head as possible, he shook his head with a little snort and turned back to the food on his own tray. Though he wasn’t even the least bit hungry at the moment. He hadn’t eaten at all now for two days so his stomach had gotten used to being empty. But he knew that he had to eat something or things wouldn’t end up well, he’d been there countless times before and it wasn’t really pleasant. So he forced his body to chew and swallow the food he put in his mouth. It was hard, because as usual the school cafeteria’s food tasted like shit. In fact he was pretty sure they got better tasting food in prison.

But he knew he shouldn’t be complaining, he knew that if it wasn’t for the school he’d never get a proper lunch except from the few occasions when any of the Skank girls bought them pizza or some other kind of fast food on the weekends.

So whatever if the pancakes were more gray than yellow. Whatever if the lasagna looked, and probably tasted, like someone had just thrown up their own shit. Whatever if the potatoes where still raw inside. It was food and he needed it to survive.

   “The food’s not goin’ anywhere, why the rush?” Kurt snapped his head up when he heard that voice talking to him again.

“’at do ‘o wan’ Ane’son?” he said, mouth stuffed with the disgusting tasting food.

“’m ‘orry, ‘in’t ca’ch ‘at.” Blaine mimicked and Kurt shot him yet another bitch look and forced the food down his uncomfortably dry throat.

“What do you want?”
“Nothing? Just giving you some friendly advice.” the Hobbit smiled.

Kurt said nothing; he just turned back to his tray, to his relief finding it empty. He’d finally managed to eat it all, then.

“Let’s get out of here then?” He, once again, snapped his head around when he heard another voice talking, this time saying his words at the exact time as he himself.

“Hey. You mind?”

“What?” the shorter chuckled.

“Forget it.” he muttered, turning around and walked out if the school, heading towards the bleachers.