*Slam*

Kurt hears cruel laughter fade away as he slowly climbs his way to his feet. 'Third fucking time today! Wait until I have you cleaning the ground I walk on, just you wait.' Kurt laughs bitterly to himself. 'And then we'll see who's fucking in charge here.' And with that thought he makes his way to French, the last class before Glee.

He just pasted the Math room when his name was being called over the speaker.

"Kurt Hummel, please report to the principal's office at once. Kurt Hummel, please report to the principal's office at once. Thank you." 

'Oh fuck. What did I do?' Kurt quickly skimmed his way through the halls and entered the office.

"Ahh, Mr. Hummel have a seat please." Principal Figgins pointed to the empty chair and the right side of him while the left side was being used by another boy. The boy looked about Kurt's age with curly black hair and olive skin. His eyes were covered by pitch black glasses which was stupid because there's no sun in Lima. Sun equals happiness and happiness doesn't come to Lima, well atleast not for Kurt anyway.

When Kurt was seated Principal Figgins continued speaking. "Mr. Hummel, I'd like to introduce you to Blaine Anderson. Mr. Anderson just trasfered here today and you'll be in charge of showing him where all his classes are along with the rest of the school."

"... Okay." Kurt slowly said. 'I have to try and make it though my High School life alive, I don't need to "take care" of some new student who'll most likely pick on me once he finds out I'm gay.'

"Well, now that's settled you two may now leave. Have a good day." Principal Figgins waved them off and the boys left the room. Once outside Blaine took off his glasses and revealed his Honey-Golden eyes that were looking straighth into Kurt's Icy-Blue ones. The pair stayed like that before Blaine looked Kurt up and down then his red lips turned into cocky smirk.

"So... what classes do you have?" Kurt asked when he saw Blaine's smirk.

"Hmm, you, me in the janitors closet for about... three minutes. You little virgins always finish quick."

Kurt flushed with anger, embarrassment and... arousal?

"Come on, I'll even let you ride me."

"OKAY! That's enough!" Kurt shouted still red to the roots of his hair.

Blaine laughed and Kurt's little 'outburst'. "You really think you can deny me, Hummel? Do you?" Blaine slowly inched closer until he was directly infront of Kurt's face.

"Yes." Kurt muttered before turning around and walking away from Blaine.

"The view's better from behind!" Blaine called out to Kurt who was now running.

"He'll come. They always do." He muttered to himself.

Kurt was half way down the hall when he was coated in purple, sticky, cold slushie. 'Fuck!' He rubbed his eyes clean then rushed down the hall to the boys bathroom. He never gets changed in here but he can't really be stuffed moving now.

"Fuck." Kurt pulled out his other clothes from his bag which were, thanks to Finn, an old football t-shirt and basketball shorts. Thankfully, his jean surrvived the 'attack' but that meant that he would now have to wear that old, baggy, shirt. He was going to kill Finn with his bare hands.

He pulled the ruined shirt over his head and threw it in the sink and at that moment, the doors were pulled open. Kurt, who still didn't know, was in the middle of washing his shirt when someone whistled behind him.

"Daaaamn Hummel, you are the tease." Blaine looked at Kurt who was now facing him with his bare chest on full display. Blaine stared wide eyed at the smooth, milky white, lean chest with no hair on it at all, apart from a small patch leading down towards the waist band of the jeans, and perfect pink nipples that were now hard from being exposed to the cool air of the boys bathroom.

Kurt, now realising that he has no top on, quickly throws on the football shirt on and then grabs his other shirt from the sink and stuffs it out of his bag before bolting straight out of the room and towards the choir room.

Glee Club had already started and by the looks of it Kurt missed Mr. Schuster's speech about Mash-Up's or Girls vs Boys or whatever it was, who really pays attention anymore. Kurt located Finn, who was sitting in the front row with an arm around Rachel. He grabs Finn's other hand and drags him out of the room.

"Dude what the hell?" Finn asked, completly ignoring Kurt's flaming face or his different top.

"You! You and your stupid fucking brain, Finn!"

"What? Dude that's really me-ohh." Finn looked down and saw that his brother had his gym shirt on. "Ohh, that's why my shirt was too small in gym."

"This is your gym shirt?"

"Yeah why?"

"This is your fucking gym shirt?!"

"Yes! God wh-"

"Ahh! Eww! Eww! Eww! Finn's sweat! Ugh!" Kurt continued screaming his head off until the whole entire Glee Club came to see what the fuck was going on.

"What the hell is going on here?" Mr. Schue said, finally stopping Kurt from screaming, but it didn't stay that way for long though.

"Him!" Kurt pointed to Finn, "He switched shirts and - fuck, nevermind. I'm going home!" Kurt turned his heel and left without anyone saying anything else.

Once at home Kurt jumped straight into the shower and cleaned himself off.

"God, this is a fucked up day today." Kurt mummbled to himself before getting out, getting changes and then watched a movie on his laptop in his room. He looked at the time. 3:45pm. His dad would be home at five, Finn would be home at four and Carole would be home at six. That means he has 15 minutes to relax before Finn comes home.

At 4:30pm everyone was home and Kurt couldn't understand why.

"Dad?"

"Yeah, bud?"

"Why are you here so early? Did something happen at the shop?" Kurt asked in a worried tone.

"Don't tell me you forgot?" Burt said, getting all fatherly all of a sudden.

"..."

Kurt looked down at his hands.

"Kurt."

"... what did I forget." Kurt said in a small voice, still not looking up.

"The foster care is coming 'round remember?"

Kurt thought for a moment. 'Foster care? What the fuck?' "Why?"

"Gezz, I thought we talked about this, kid. You were all excited this morning, what the hell happened?"

'Why the fuck would I be happy?' Kurt looked at his dad in hope of him giving an answer when it finally hit him. 'FUCK! The foster care to bring around the new foster kid! Fucking idiot!'

Kurt didn't wait for his father to respond he just full on sprinted towards his roomand started throwing out random items of clothing. In a couple of minutes, there was pants and long sleved t-shirts on top of his bed, underwear and socks all over infront of the door, jeans and scarves scattered everywhere.

Kurt was half dressed with white skinnys on that weren't even zipped up and hanging snugly on his hips. He had a purple long sleve in one hand and a yellow one in the other. He threw the yellow one on the ground and put on the purple one. He zipped his pants up and chucked on a tight, black vest with white buttons on it. He quickly found an 'old' - in Kurt's opinon - pair of shoes that were jet black apart from a silver buckle palced at the front.

He looked himself over before rushing downstairs to meet the new addtion to the Hummel-Hudson household.

'Hope this goes well.'