Kurt walked into his third period class about 30 seconds late. 
 
"Detention Hummel" Mr. Walsh yelled from his desk. 
 
"But sir-" Kurt started before getting cut off by the short bald man 
 
"No buts, today after school. Room 301, got it?"e 
 
"Yes sir" Kurt replied with an overeagerated eye-roll. 
 
He headed over to his desk and began scribbling notes from the lesson. 
 
"Hey, faggot!" He heard Karofsky say in a whisper. 
 
"That would be me" he thought, but on the outside he was calm and collected. 
 
"We're gunna beat the fairy dust out of you! You hear that twinkle toes?" 
 
Kurt just ignored them. Scars and bruises are no stranger to him anyway. What's a few more? 
 
  
 
The rest of the day went by surprisingly quick. Kurt got through the rest of his lessons without getting in any trouble. And he managed to avoid Karofsky and his gang.
 
Looks like he doesn't have to wash slushie off of his clothes today, so he was in a pretty good mood. Now Just a few hours in detention and he'd be home free.  
 
He walked to room 301 and gave the teacher, Mrs. Klausedman, his detention slip. 
 
"Alright. Until your other delinquent friends arrive, I suppose you could sit where ever, but no talking!" she warned in a stern voice. 
 
Kurt gazed at the room of empty desks, it made him feel like he was the worst person in the school. 
 
He ended up siting in the back corner of the room, right by the door. Because if he had to spend 3 hours here, he wouldn't want stay here any longer than he had to. 
 
Kurt was zoned out in his own little world, thinking about glee, when he heard the door open. 
 
"Well, well, well. Nice of you to join us Mr. Anderson." Mrs. Klausedman began "Alright, you know the drill." 
 
This "Anderson" guy looked tough. He was wearing distressed blue jeans and a dark black leather jacket. 
 
"Oh look, it's Danny from Grease." Kurt thought to himself. 
 
Anderson gave her his detention slip and walked over to Kurt's desk and just stared at him for a good two minutes. 
 
"Can I help you?" Kurt says in a meek manner. 
 
"That's my seat." Anderson replied. 
 
"I don't see your name on it." Kurt spat back. Sure it was childish, but he wasn't in a good mood. That's kind of what detention does to you. 
 
"Oh yeah" Blaine said, then pointed to the upper left corner of the desk. "Right there." 
 
Kurt looked. And there is was carved right into the wood. 
 
Blaine Anderson 
 
Well aleast he has a first name. Kurt got up and sat in the seat nest to "Blaine's Desk" 
 
They sat there in silence for a half-hour until Mrs. Klausedman spoke up. 
 
"Okay boys, you're on your own. But Mrs. Pillsburry can see if you leave before you're supposed to, so behave." she said whilst exiting the classroom. 
 
The second she left Kurt grabbed hid ipod and started reading Chapter six of his Doctor Who fanfiction, but was interrupted by Blaine. 
 
"So, Hummel. Why are you in here?"