Chapter 2: going to be a long day

That slushie, it turned out, was only the first of several, though, each member of the group throwing slushie all over Kurt and Blaine as they passed.

Kurt knew what it was like to get your first slushie. You're minding your own business when suddenly, out of nowhere, there is a flash of color, and you freeze. Your eyes sting and you can't see. You're cold, damp, and sticky all over. It feels like you've been bitch-slapped by icicles. 

To put it simply, it sucked.

When the first slushie hit and he saw Blaine's body jolt at the sharp pain of the sudden cold, Kurt forgot about his own pain, longing to runt how his arms around Blaine and tell him it would be okay. Kurt didn't know why he trusted Blaine, or why he felt so protective over him. Generally, he was very cautious with new people, but Blaine just seemed...different, somehow. Kurt really wasn't sure how he felt about this yet, though. 

The sound of uproarious laughter surrounded them, but faded as its source seemed to advance further down the hallway. Blaine sputtered and shivered and opened his mouth to say something, only to be cut off by the sound of Kurt's voice.

"Welcome to McKinley, Blaine. Sorry about them. Here, come on, let's get cleaned up."

Before Blaine could say anything, Kurt was already dragged him by the wrist to the nearest bathroom.

Once they got there, they helped each other clean up in silence. Blaine was still too much in shock to speak. Once they cleaned up as best they could, Kurt turned to him and broke the silence.

"So....I take it you probably didn't bring a change of clothes?"

"Uh...not really. Um.....I brought a tank top, jacket, and gym shorts for boxing later."

Well, fuck. Okay, so Kurt had noticed that Blaine was attractive. In fact, he was, in Kurt's eyes, a perfect human specimen. He was a few inches shorter than Kurt—which Kurt never thought he would like, but apparently he did—and wasn't buff, though he was obviously strong, and had a small waist relative to his body. He had a kind face, with bright, stunning, hazel-brown-green-liquid-honey colored eyes and beautiful, thick eyelashes. His eyebrows were triangular, which was odd but, strangely enough, not at all unattractive. His hair was brown and, though it was gelled like a helmet when he first saw him, its curliness was starting to show since they had rinsed the slushie from his hair. His smile was perfect, charming, dazzling, and sincere. His everything was flawless. And the image of Blaine sweaty and boxing in a tank top and gym shorts was enough to make Kurt's breath hitch and his face flush. 

"Are you alright?"

"Um...yeah. Hiccups. I'm fine, really. Uh...you can keep wearing what you're wearing, if you want, but if it gets too uncomfortable you might just want to change into your other clothes."

"Yeah, I think I'll do that."

"You're already late, and you have a good excuse since you're new, so you might want to go to the locker rooms and use the shower to was off any residual slushie stickiness."

"You're have the best ideas, do you know that?"

"Yes, actually. Don't you forget it."

Blaine flashed him a smile and they headed together wordlessly to the locker room. When they got there, Blaine dug in his bag, grabbing a wad of clothes, and disappeared into a shower stall. Kurt went to another shower stall, showering and changing quickly before heading to the mirror over the sink and attempting to do something with his hair. Then, he splashed his face with cold water, took a deep breath and leaned forward onto the sink with a sigh. He stayed there with his head hung down until he spotted Blaine in the mirror and caught himself staring. Luckily, Blaine was occupied with figuring out what to do with his clothes from earlier and Kurt took the opportunity to take in the sight before him.

Blaine was barefoot and was wearing a thin white tank top and a pair of dark red gym shorts. His hair was still damp from the shower, one drop of water beading from a wet curl and falling on his shoulder. Holy. Hell. He was even hotter than he had imagined he'd be underneath his polo and bow tie. Kurt wished Blaine could wear these clothes always, so Kurt could always see the glorious definition of Blaine's surprisingly muscular physique. Kurt continued to gawk at him as he found a plastic bag to put the soaked clothes in, put them away, and change into sneakers. By the time Blaine got up, Kurt had managed (with some difficulty) to tear his eyes away from him.

"Ready?"

"Ready as I'm gonna be."

"Well, your schedule was hard to read before, but now it's hopeless, so we should go to the office and get you another one."

"Sounds good to me!"

Blaine, to Kurt's disappointment, pulled on his gray hooded jacket and zipped it up before grabbing his things and they both set off to the office. Kurt was amazed at how quickly Blaine had bounced back from the morning's events with a smile and a positive attitude. It was a good thing. Kurt wished he could be that resilient. 

As they walked, Kurt internally chided himself for what seemed to be a growing crush on Blaine. He didn't even know if he was gay or straight. Honestly, he was probably straight. The only thing that gave him hope that he wasn't was the outfit he had been wearing. 

Once they reached the office, Kurt strode up to the bored girl and briefly explained the situation, obtaining late passes for both of them as well as a new schedule for Blaine, then led Blaine outside the office and Kurt led the way to Blaine's first class.

"So, your first class is Spanish in room 205. It will probably be one of the easiest classes you ever take. Mr. Schuester is alright as the glee club moderator, but he's a terrible Spanish teacher. If you want an easy A, then this is the class for you. If you want a bit—and I do mean a bit—more of a challenge, you can ask to switch to French."

"Is that what you take this period?"

"Yes."

Blaine smiled. "Well, that sounds like it might be a good idea, depending."

"Depending on what?"

"Are you good at French?"

"The best."

"Well, as long as you're willing to tutor me, I think I'll be switching to French." 

Did he really just wink at him? No, he couldn't have. But he did. Oh my god, was hot gorgeous-charming-boxer-adorable new kid  actually flirting with him? No, he had to be imagining things. Blaine was probably straight. But, still, maybe...

"You said Mr. Schuester is the moderator for glee club, right?"

"I did say that, yes."

"Do you think he'd let me audition?"

Kurt stopped in his tracks. Blaine could not be real. Surely Kurt was dreaming and Blaine was a figment of his imagination. He was polite, charming, nice, sweet, smart (his schedule listed three AP classes), athletic, absolutely gorgeous, and interested in joining glee club, which probably meant he could sing? Too good to be true. Except that little thing where he was probably straight.

"Yeah!" Kurt answered a tad to quickly.

Trying to sound less desperate, Kurt continued, "I mean, anyone is allowed to audition and everyone who auditions gets in. We're always happy to have new members."

"Great! When does it meet?"

"Our first meeting of the year is after school today, if you can make it."

"Um, yeah, that sounds cool."

Kurt swallowed nervously, tugging at his Urban Outfitters scarf (he couldn't exactly wear his Alexander McQueen to school and risk it being ruined) as he tried to decide if he should say what he wanted to say. Screw it, might as well. 

"If you need any help picking an audition song, I'd be happy to help. We can meet up at lunch since wehave the same lunch. Or we could meet up later, since we both have a free period for the last class of the day before glee. Or, you know, something. If you want." 

"Thank you for your generous offer, but I think I know what I'm going to sing." Kurt's face fell slightly. "But, could I meet up with you at lunch anyway? You've been really helpful and I'd really like to get to know you better. Besides, someone needs to fill me in on how this place works."

Kurt smiled wide and suppressed a happy squeal and inside he could feel his heart jump for joy. "Of course. I would be happy to teach you about the inner workings of the hellhole otherwise known as William McKinley High School."

"You have a nice smile, Kurt. Well, um, thanks, and...uh...I guess I'll see you at lunch."

Before Kurt could articulate a response, Blaine had turned and disappeared into the classroom. 

"Bye, Blaine," he whispered to no one.

He sighed heavily and made his way to class, his heart racing. He couldn't wipe the stupid lovesick grin off his face and he knew he wouldn't be able to focus on anything. At least he didn't have to think much in this class. He handed his late slip to Monsieur Prideaux and took his seat with another sigh. This was going to be a long day.