Blaine Anderson wasn't one who cared.

He leaned against his locker, arms crossed over his chest and one foot crossed over he other. He watched all the other students rush to their lessons, trying not to bump in to each other at the risk it would be a jock and then they would have to pay for 'trouble' they caused.

Blaine wasn't a jock, but he would still make people pay if they did something to him. He was popular as well you could say, over half the football team were his 'friends' and people from other groups as well.

The other students were either scared or douche bags.

Why they were douche bags you may ask.

Because they think Blaine's to much of a 'fairy' to be top dog at this school. Was he gay? Simple answer, no.

He dodnt know what he was, he liked people not their genders. He had a simple life, meet people, fuck people then say goodbye. That was it, he didn't love or show feelings or any crap like that.

He could only really come up with one reason why he was like this. His parents.

Even just thinking about them made his blood boil and his hazel eyes nearly pitch black.

They didn't like who he was, his first was a guy who Blaine had meet at school and thought he was in love with, it didn't turn out good.

His parents yelled at him called him a 'faggot' 'queer' 'fairy', any name you could think of his parent probably called him it.

That's when Blaine realised he didnt care, he didn't care about his parents and their thoughts. Or his own, he didnt listen to anything or anyone, he only did what he wanted to do.

"Blaine? Blaine? BLAINE!?"

Blaine got pulled out his thoughts by his best friend, Mike Chang, who was standing in front of him, waving his hand in front of his face.

"Dude, you blanked out for like, 15 minutes" Mike told him.

He only knew Mike because both their mothers knew each other from work. The boys had meet when they were eight and became best friends from that point on.

Mike's mom was so much more exepting then his own mother. After the first of many fights with his parents, Blaine always knew he could go to the Changs and stay there til his household had cooled down.

"I'm fine" Blaine replied, moving from his placed against the lockers and started walking next to Mike, not really knowing where the were going.

"Something going on at home?" Mike asked, even though Mike was a toughish football player, he still cared for his best friend.

"No nothing like that, just thinking, you know" Blaine said, Mike was about to open his mouth to reply but they then heard they voice of One Sue Sylvester down the halls behind them.

"Mop top! Chop sticks! Mind explaining to me why you are strolling around these halls and not in class!?" the cheerleading couch yelled as she walked towards them.

"We were just on our way Sue" Blaine said smirking at her.

"One, wipe that grin of your face. Two, don't lie to me, I know what your like Blaine Anderson; I don't like you and it's not just because you look too much like the star of the Harry Potter books, But because I don't need you running round this school and giving us all a bad name. And finally" she said leaning in closely to Blaine, who was still smirking.

"It's Ms. Sylvester to you!" she hissed and with that she stormed off back in to her office.

Mike whistled then turned to the curly haired boy "She really doesn't like you" he said.

Blaine shrugged "She's not the first person" he said.

Mike smirked "come on dude let's get to class"
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When they did arrive Blaine ignored the questions his teacher, Mr. Wistale, was asking but instead was surprised to see someone sitting in the seat next to his.

Blaine sat down and examined the boy.

He had perfectly chestnut brown coiffed hair. Pale blue eyes, which at the minute were refusing to look at him and pale porcelain skin. The boy was also wearing the tightest pair of black jeans Blaine had ever saw, he was sure they had been painted on. A purple button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a black waist jacket and knee high boots.

Crap Blaine thought this guy was one I have to tap at

Blaine leaned over a little bit to see the boys name on the top of the paper he was writing on

Kurt Hummel

Blaine smiled and turned back to his paper.

While the teacher was writing on the board, Blaine turned to the boy.

"I'm Blaine" he told him.

"I know" the boy, Kurt, said still not looking up at him.

Blaine wasn't really taken back on this but was still interested. "How?" he asked.

"I may of only been here a few days but I know what your like" Kurt said putting his pen down and finally looking Blaine in the eyes. Kurt's breathe was literally taken away when he saw the honey hazel eyes before him.

"Good" Blaine said nodding slightly "Now we've meet, what do you say, me, you, my house?" he said leaning in to Kurt, the same smirk on his face.

"Like I said, I know who you are" Kurt said, then the bell for the end of the lesson rang. Kurt was the first one out, leaving a confused Blaine behind.

Blaine chuckled lightly and shook his head.

This year will be fun.

Blaine now had a new mission in life. Get Kurt Hummel into his bed.