Of course, he was straight. It would be his luck. Nothing ever went Kurt's way.

"Join me at lunch," Kurt asked the dark haired boy once class was over.

"I…what?"

"You wanted to meet some hot girls, right? I'm co-captain of the Cheerio's. I can introduce you to the hottest girls in the school," Kurt explained. It was true. Santana, Britt, and Q were the hottest girls in the school, and his best friends. Besides, someone needed to touch Blaine's body, even if Kurt couldn't.

"Lead the way," Blaine said and gestured towards the door.

Kurt led him to the usual spot he and the Unholy Trinity hung out during the lunch break.

"Girls," he said as they approached the girls. "Meet Blaine Anderson."

"Fuck you are hot," Santana said causing Kurt and the other two girls to giggle.

"Blaine, this is Santana, Brittany and Quinn," he said pointing to each girl respectively.

"Ladies," Blaine said then focused his attention to Kurt's co-captain, "Santana." Instead of shaking her outstretched hand, Blaine brought it up and placed a chaste kiss against it.

The two blondes giggled at the gesture.

Santana laughed and asked, "Where did you find this clown?"

"You're very charming, Blaine," Quinn said.

"Calculus," Kurt answered. Then he turned back to Blaine and said, "And ignore her. She's a bitch."

"I love you too Porcelain," Santana shot back.

"Mmhm, sure," Kurt said before sat down on the concrete next to Quinn.

"So prep school, what brings you to this backwards ass school?" Santana asked.

Kurt hadn't asked, but he was curious as well. If Blaine's parents could afford to send him to one of the top boarding schools in the country, why did he transfer to McKinley.

"My mother and her husband live here," Blaine grunted darkly.

Santana, for once, didn't push to find out more.
"How are you liking it so far?" Quinn asked changing the subject.
"Honestly, with few exceptions, this whole town sucks," Blaine explained and winked at the group.
"Well, how about I help you make it a little better," Santana said.
Kurt recognized the tone, she used it quite often when she wanted Puck or some other guy to sleep with her. And the dark haired boy played right into her hands.
"What do you have in mind," he said.
Santana stood up, grabbed his hand, and said, "I'm going to rock your world in a way those rich bitches in Westerville cant."
"Lead the way," Blaine said.
Once she had led them out of hearing range, Kurt turned to Quinn and said, "I can't believe she just did that!"
"I can," the blonde said. "He's gorgeous, and rich. I'm sure you didn't miss the designer clothes he's wearing."
"You and I are probably the only people in this backwards school that caught that. I've been lusting over that bag for weeks!"
Neither Santana nor Blaine made it back before lunch ended. Actually, Blaine was fifteen minutes late for French and his hair had been washed free of the ungodly amount of gel.

"I'm glad you found a friend," Kurt said when the other boy took a seat next to him.

"I'm not sure if I should say thank you, but I am anyway."

"You're welcome?" Kurt said.

Blaine laughed. It was loud and rich, and sent the best kind of shiver down Kurt's spine.

Regardless of how charming or ridiculously hot the other boy was, Kurt stood no chance with him and knew it. Not to mention Blaine was apparently attracted to Santana.

He's straight, he's straight, he's straight, Kurt chanted in his head, trying to force his body to remember that fact.

Kurt spent the rest of class passing notes with the other boy and trying not to laugh at the mocking statements made towards the teacher.

"Smoking is disgusting, Blaine," Kurt told him after class.

"It relieves stress," Blaine said with a shrug, before he left out of the back staircase to sneak a cigarette before his next class.

Shaking his head, the Cheerio made his way to the science building for Chemistry. A class that he was close to failing. He couldn't understand the math, and none of the labs made any sense to him. The entire class period was spent doodling new outfits on the paper that should have been his notes.

"Do you think Coach will torture us today?" Quinn asked him the moment he walked into Home Ec., his last class of the day.

"God I hope not," Santana said. "I can barely feel my legs."

"You sure that's from practice and not from sleeping with Blaine?" Kurt said, causing both Quinn and Brittany to laugh.

"Jealous, Hummel?" she retorted.

"As if. Why would I want anything you've touched?"

"That hasn't stopped you from wanting Sam," Brittany pointed out.

"Oh just shut it!" Kurt said.

"How was he?" Quinn asked directing the conversation away from her best friend.

"The hobbit ain't small, and damn does he know what to do with it," she said.

The other two girls giggled while Kurt hid his face in his hands. Knowing the two of them had sex and hearing about it were two totally different things. He definitely wasn't interested in the latter.

"Sounds like your man is gonna have to step up his game," Quinn said.

"Puck? We're on a break right now," Santana said.

"You were together at the party like two days ago," Kurt said.

"Shit happens," she said.

"You're such a whore sometimes," Kurt said.

"And you're just a jealous bitch," she said.

"Please don't fight," Brittany pleaded with the them.

"Would both of you shut up!" Quinn yelled.

Her outburst drew the attention of their teacher, Mrs. Hagburg. "Is there a problem over here?" the old woman asked them.

"No," the group chorused.

"Then get to work on your muffins, and no more yelling," she said before walking away to check on another group.

"I hate that old bat," Kurt said.

"Who doesn't," Quinn said.

The tension between Kurt and Santana kept them snapping at one another through the rest of class and during practice.

"Sandbags, Porcelain, get over here!" Coach Sylvester yelled at them halfway through practice. "The rest of you disappointments start running laps!"

Kurt and Santana broke away from the group as they started for the track.

"Yes, Coach?" Kurt asked.

"I don't care what it is, but it's messing with my routine. You can run laps for the next two days until you work it out, got it?"

"Got it," they said.

"Good. Start running, Sandbags. I need a word with you Porcelain."

With a short glare at Kurt, Santana joined the rest of the squad.

"It has come to my attention that you are failing two classes," Sue told him. "What is the minimum grade required for my squad?"

"At least a 75 in all classes," Kurt said.

"Then why are you failing?"

"I'll work on getting the grades up, Coach."

"You better. You've got one week. If I don't see improvement then I'll give your captaincy to Q, got it."

"Yes, Coach."

"Good," she said. "Start on those laps. You're done when I say so."

With a nod Kurt headed out of the gym to join the others. His mind wasn't on the running though. How was he supposed to pass the classes when he couldn't understand anything the teachers said?