Kurt blinked. What did Puck just say?

“God, I didn’t know that I’ll have to face you here as well. Here to pick on me again, Noah?” the new kid – Anderson – growled at Puck, and Kurt is almost swooning at the sound of his gorgeous, deep voice – stop it.

“Well, you’ve some nerve showing here. I think I stated clearly that I don’t want your presence anywhere around me. Can’t let the Anderson stench get to me.” Puck wrinkled his nose and the truth hit Kurt like a brick wall. This boy – this gorgeous, hot, handsome boy was an Anderson. The same Anderson that Santana had just been talking about. Brother of that jerk Shane Anderson. He noticed the new kid stand up, fire burning in his eyes. Kurt was shocked to see this side of the boy, since he looked really soft when he was entering the compartment, asking for help. Puck advanced towards the boy and Kurt came to his senses quickly.

Kurt stepped up between the two boys, and placed a hand on Puck’s shoulder before speaking warningly. “Puck, behave. You don’t want to get in trouble in your first day back. And you,” Kurt turned towards the newly discovered Anderson. “You’re an Anderson? Brother of Shane Anderson?”

The boy stared at Kurt for a second, before muttering, “Blaine Anderson.” Kurt’s thoughts swam, repeating the name in his head. No! Bad Kurt, he’s an Anderson. A Gryffindor! Get a grip!! Kurt mentally scolded himself when the boy – Blaine – started talking again. “New transfer. Fourth year. Puck and I…. we have sort of history so if you could keep out of this…. Kurt.” Kurt was a little taken aback about the boy’s knowledge of his name.

“How do you know my name?” Kurt asked, curiosity genuine. Blaine seemed to notice it.

“Hard not to notice when your friends are talking all over me like I’m not there.” Kurt felt his cheeks flush in embarrassment at the words, but another growl from Puck brought him back to where he was. “Puck, behave or I’ll jinx your head off, and believe me, I will.” Kurt warned Puck, before putting on his mask and turning back to the Anderson kid.

“Andersons or Gryffindors aren’t welcome here. Seeing as you’re both, pack up and leave before I force you to.” A hurt look crossed Blaine’s face and Kurt instantly regretted saying that, but he had to stop himself from taking it back and apologizing, in sake of his reputation. Rachel and Santana, Puck will never let him live through it if he let out an Anderson loose. Especially with his kind of history.

Blaine leaned down, and Kurt wondered why for a moment before he stood up straight, grabbing his bags. Kurt’s heart sank when Blaine merely glanced at Kurt with a look of contempt before opening the compartment door with hard effort. Before he left, he turned around and added another cold remark.

“By the way, I was just about to be impressed with the company you keep, Noah. I thought that you might just be friends with decent people, but I guess birds of a feather flock together.” Kurt could swear that he was talking about him, and he could feel his heart drop a mile. He mentally scolded himself for being disappointed, and sat back down.

An awkward silence fell, and Santana stared at Puck. “I thought you said he was hot. Well, I don’t deny that he is one hot piece of ass-” Brittany whimpered at that and Santana petted her hair, “-but is he the typical Anderson? He looks just like that Shane kid, just a little shorter and more shy, maybe? I think the bashful schoolboy thing has a thing for Kurt.” Kurt glared at Santana, presenting his famous bitch-glare. He couldn’t erase the hurt expression from his face, and the harsh words intended for him. He facepalmed and sighed deeply.

“White boy, maybe you went a little overboard. I like you and all, but is all that really necessary?” Mercedes crooned, sliding her hand up and down Kurt’s hair. Kurt didn’t answer, and Mercedes sighed but her hand never left Kurt’s hair.

Kurt knew that Mercedes wasn’t comfortable with all the mean things that Kurt would do to certain people. Mercedes knew about the dirty details, but she was uncomfortable with how Kurt would treat everyone indirectly related like the offender themselves. Mercedes stuck for Kurt, despite all the odds. She just cared for him too much.

~Blaine POV

Blaine fumed as he carried his heavy luggage, wandering aimlessly through the aisles. He could feel several eyes on him, and the occasional mutterings. He knew it was inevitable, but he hated it all the same. And honestly he was too mad to care.

That boy. Kurt. He’d thought that maybe this guy could be a nice guy. Of course, the occasional snarky comment and some words that seemed to be intended to be cruel (he pitied that Finn Hudson person. He’d gathered a lot of hate from overhearing the conversation), but underneath it, he just seemed like a nice boy, soft in the inside. And his gaydar had screamed at him positive the moment he met eyes with Kurt. But he was skeptical of even that right now. He’d thought that maybe he and that Santana girl were dating, but she seemed to be that blonde girl, Britts, or whatever her name was. But he looked pretty close to that Mercedes girl too…..

Blaine was so lost in thought that when a hand reached out from a compartment to grab and stop him, he yelped and jumped backwards, spilling all of his luggage in the process. Blaine cursed, and bent down to gather his stuff when he saw familiar hands helping. He looked up, and saw his brother gathering his stuff with an apologetic smile on his face.

“Shane!!” Blaine cried in relief. Shane looked up sheepishly with a cocky grin.

“Hey, bro. where were you? We waited pretty long for you, and we thought you’d just made new friends…. I didn’t mean to surprise you. I just saw you passing and, you know. I just got a little overexcited. Where were you again?” Blaine smiled at his brother’s rambling. It was just too downright cute to see his younger brother unravel in front of him.

“Well, I had too much stuff and I just entered the first compartment I came in eye with. Unfortunately, it was already occupied.“ Blaine commented, and Shane raised an eyebrow as he carried Blaine’s luggage into their compartment, where Wes, David, Reed, the Tweedles, and Dwight were already seated. Blaine was already familiar with all of the Gryffindor crew, thanks to Shane’s generosity at invitations.

“Wow, Blaine. I didn’t take you for the type to be shy. Aren’t you the guy who always charms everyone with your dapper self and makes people melt at your feet?” the compartment filled with laughter at that, and Blaine sunk down next to Wes with a sour face.

“Well, usually I would, but the occupant-” Blaine paused, and thought that mentioning that Kurt was really hot wouldn’t help his situation right now, “-was downright offended by my very presence.” Shane frowned at that.

“You shared a compartment with Puckerman or something? Apart from us, he’s the only one who knows who you are. You lasted this long with Puckerman?” Shane inquired, slight annoyance in his eyes, but nothing serious.

“Nah. Him, I could live with. Had to share with some guy named Kurt Hummel. Kicked me out after hearing my name. ” Shane immediately tensed, and his hands clenched into fists. He started trembling, and Reed ran his hands in soothing circles across his boyfriend’s back, as Shane slowly calmed down.

“Thanks, Reed.” Shane gave Reed a quick peck on the cheek, who blushed profusely. Shane smiled at that, before turning back towards Blaine.

“I’m sorry that you had to deal with him. He’s the worst company that you could’ve faced on the first day of school. I really should have pulled you around everywhere. Leave you alone for five minutes, and you’re fighting with Hummel.” Shane attempted to joke, but his taut muscles gave away that he wasn’t really joking.

Blaine smiled at his brother, who slowly relaxed with the smile and Reed’s hand on his back. “Don’t worry, I got past him easily. A lot of bark and no bite. I’m not planning to be friends with him in the near future.” The compartment burst laughing again, and Blaine just sat down, mixing in with familiar company, trying desperately the image of the gorgeous pale boy out of his head.

~Kurt POV

“Hey, porcelain. Get up, we need to change into our robes.” Santana’s voice woke Kurt up from a doze that he didn’t know that he’d entered. He shook his head awake a few times, and swiftly changed from muggle clothes to his school robes. The train was starting to slow down, and Kurt started to unload the baggage when a small leather notebook caught his eye.

“Kurt? Come on, we need to be quick to catch a carriage without a line.” Mercedes called out.

“Just a moment.” He bent down and stuffed the notebook inside his satchel, making quick work of the rest of his luggage. Then he followed Mercedes to the carriages, and sighed as he ran a hand through his hair.

Falling for an Anderson. Could it go any worse?

0-0-0

Kurt entered the entrance hall with his friends, chatting away, when he spotted the gelled black curls in the distance. His stomach did a backflip, and tried to stop himself from ogling. He really couldn’t help himself, and when he glanced back, he met eyes with a familiar boy.

Wait. Those aren’t Blaine’s eyes. Oh god, crap.

Before he knew it, Shane Anderson was standing in front of him, moving so quickly that Kurt could swear that he was apparating. In the blink of an eye, the younger Anderson was grabbing him by the front of his robes, their faces inches from each other.

“Evening, Anderson. Got tired of Van Camp and crawling back to me? Sorry to say that I’m not interested.” Kurt mocked, malice dripping from his voice. Shane tightened his grip on Kurt’s robe at the mention of Reed.

“How dare you.” He growled, voice full of equal amount of contempt. “Don’t you dare talk about my boyfriend like that. What’s he done to you?” Kurt felt a little guilty at that, but merely scoffed at Shane in return.

“Before I even justify that with an answer, I ask first. What’ve I done to you to earn this pleasure?” Kurt noticed Puck and Santana drawing their wands from the corner of his eyes, but waved them off.

“You’re really asking that with a straight face?” Shane practically yelled at Kurt’s face, attracting attention from passing students. “You leave my brother alone. You leave Blaine alone, or there will be price to pay.”

“If you didn’t understand, I asked what did I do to you. I don’t see your brother complaining.”

“That’s because it’s only his first day, you stupid-”

“Shane!”

At the sound of Blaine’s voice, both Kurt and Shane spun around to that direction. Blaine was walking towards them, unhappiness clear on his face.

“I thought I said that I could handle myself on my own? Don’t act like the protective older brother, Shane. I’m a year older than you and you know it. I’m mature enough to refrain from causing a scene in the middle of the hall, and apparently Kurt is too!” Blaine hissed at his brother, who winced at the mention of Kurt’s name. nevertheless, he loosened the grip on Kurt’s robe and let him slide down to the floor, completely balanced.

“He mentioned Reed.” Shane mumbled, but Blaine just waved him off.

“Remember, Shane. The one who loses control loses the battle. Now calm down and just come on. Everyone’s waiting for you and Reed’s worried sick.” Shane threw a final, deadly glare at Kurt’s direction and stalked off to find Reed.

Kurt opened his mouth to say something, but he didn’t know what to say. An apology? For what? He blinked a couple of times, holding Blaine’s gaze, and Blaine suddenly turned around, following his brother, and making Kurt look like a complete idiot.