The rest of the weekend had passed Kurt by in a blur. Burt noticed how quiet Kurt had been and tried asking, but Kurt refused to talk about it. He locked himself away in his room the entire Sunday until it came time for him to do his daily facial routine and sleep. Pavarotti sat on Kurt's knee that night as Kurt sat on his bedroom floor with his back to his bed. He was going through old issues of Vogue to pass the time after Facebook, Twitter, and online fashion-searching had become too boring. Most people were out of their house doing random things while Kurt just stayed in his room the entire day.

It was only ten at night and Kurt was so darn tired. He wiped his tired eyes and put out his finger for Pavarotti to hop onto so he could put the canary back in his cage. He stretched and safely placed his pile of magazines on top of his dresser as he hopped into bed. He fell asleep before his head hit the pillow.

* * * * *

Kurt sat in his French III class, his chin resting on his hand as he stared at the dry erase board that read Vocabulaire Chapitre Deux. A list of twenty words sat underneath to be defined. He didn't even listen to Madame Lontre to pay attention to her telling the class to take the rest of the time left in the period to translate the words.

A hand slapped against Kurt's desk, making him jerk to realization that Madame Lontre stood in front of his desk, a disapproving look on her face. “Traduire,” she said as she pointed to the white board.

Kurt didn't say anything as he picked up his pen and opened his notebook, copying down the words lazily. Then, all of a sudden, the door to the classroom opened. Kurt was too dazed by copying the words to even look up to see who had entered the classroom.

“Class, c'est Chris. Il est nouveau.”

Kurt heard Madame and looked up to find a new guy standing before the class, an awkward expression on his face. Chris had medium-length, curly blonde hair, bright blue eyes that reminded Kurt of the ocean, and he wore your basic everyday outfit – band shirt, jeans, and Converse All-Stars. He didn't look like he was on the bad-boys side. He looked more like he was just dressing neat and casual while trying to lazily keep up with the latest trends.

To Kurt, there was no such thing as casual in his vocabulary.

“He just transferred from Westerville,” Madame said, now speaking in English.

“Isn't the school there an all-boys school? Dalton, right?” Puck asked from the back of the class.

The guy gave a half smile and looked at the class. “Yeah,” he said, his eyes stopping on Kurt.

Kurt wasn't even paying attention and was too transfixed with the words he was copying to feel the pair of eyes that burnt through him like a set of lasers. He finished copying the words down and then hurried through his book to translate them, finding enough time to pack up his things and put his head down. While trying to find a comfortable position, Chris sat down in the empty desk next to Kurt. Kurt glanced over, seeing Chris give him a smile as Kurt felt too tired to respond to Chris' obviously I-want-to-talk look, so he turned his head over to the other side and closed his eyes. He still had twenty minutes until the bell would ring so he could head over to his second period.

* * * * *

Kurt sat at his lunch table, his fork slowly picking at his salad as ones around him ranted on. “Did you see that new kid?” Mercedes asked Rachel.

“I could just tell by his looks that he'll be trouble,” replied Rachel, who was unwrapping her pb&j sandwich.

“He sure is dreamy though,” murmured Tina in a breathy voice. Mike looked at her funnily.

They all looked at Kurt, waiting for a comment from him about Chris. Kurt looked up and noticed the more curious look that Rachel's face held. He knew she was wanting to know if he'd be interested in someone...other than Blaine. “Uh, yeah. He's gorgeous. Sits by me in French,” half-lied Kurt, who now popped a cherry tomato in his mouth.

Kurt didn't really find that new Chris kid gorgeous, actually. He just found him to be another guy in this school...and Kurt is gay and tries to look for guys to crush on, that's really saying something. Kurt didn't find Chris interesting at all.

* * * * *

Kurt closed his locker to find Chris leaning against the locker next over, smiling at Kurt. Kurt threw his eyebrows together. “Can I help you with something?” asked Kurt, wondering what was with the smile.

Chris stood up straight and outstretched his hand to Kurt. “I didn't get to properly introduce myself yet. I'm Chris Winters,” spoke Chris, an easy smile at his lips.

Kurt just wanted to get to his private practice with Blaine and just get it done and over with so he could go home and hide for the remainder of the day. “I know,” Kurt murmured as he took Chris' hand and allowed Chris to shake it. “Kurt Hummel,” Kurt then said.

“Kurt. That's a very unusual name,” said Chris. “It's cute,” he then said, his smile widening but soon relaxing back to his easy smile.

Kurt couldn't help but smile back at Chris. Nothing about Kurt had ever been called 'cute' before and he had to admit, he liked hearing it. “Well you don't have a bad name yourself,” Kurt replied, slightly bobbing his head in a sassy fashion.

Kurt's eyes then stopped at a figure standing at the end of the hall. Blaine stood there, his hands in his pockets as he stared at Kurt and Chris, obviously waiting for Kurt so they could practice on perfecting “The Only Difference Between Martyrdom” by Panic! At the Disco. Kurt looked back at Chris and gave him a true smile. “Well it was nice to officially meet you, Chris. But I gotta head on over to Glee,” he said.

“There's a Glee Club here?” Chris asked, suddenly intrigued and curious.

Kurt stopped from stepping beside Chris to head over to meet up with Blaine. He looked at Chris and nodded. “Yeah...interested in joining?” Kurt was always one of few who actually enjoyed newcomers when it came to Glee.

Chris smiled and looked down. “I was one of the Warblers back at Dalton,” said Chris. “Would it be too late to sign up?”

“I don't know. But I'll ask the director for you,” said Kurt.

Chris nodded his head twice. “Thanks. I'll let you get going. Don't want you to be late,” he said. “See ya later, cutie,” he then added with a wink as he walked away.

Kurt's mouth dropped open. Pet name? On the first day? From the new kid? What the hell was up with that? Kurt just sighed and shook his head as he straightened himself up and hurried over to Blaine.

“Who was that?” asked Blaine once Kurt had made his way over to him, suddenly envious of Chris for how he got to call Kurt 'cutie'.

Kurt shrugged. “Chris. He's new. Can he join Glee? He was one of the Warblers back a this old school called Dalton Academy,” asked Kurt as he walked along side of Blaine, on their way to heading to the auditorium.

Blaine let out a sigh. He couldn't say no. “Well, I understand that Will had stressed that Glee was opened to anyone who wanted to join all year 'round. He'll have to get caught up with what he's missed,” said Blaine, looking over at Kurt.

Kurt just nodded his head.

“Was he flirting with you?” Blaine suddenly asked as they had entered the auditorium. Kurt froze in the middle of the isle they were walking down towards the stage and turned around to look at Blaine so he could read his expression.

Kurt scrunched his eyes slightly at the sight. “Are you...jealous?” asked Kurt, trying hard to fight back an entertained smile.

Blaine rolled his eyes, scoffing as if he was trying to be sarcastic and yet trying to be serious. “No.”

Kurt's heart sank as he turned around and walked more towards the stage. It would have been rather interesting for Blaine to get all jealous over that one brief moment with Chris.

Blaine looked around and let out a stressed sigh. “Okay. Yeah, I am. But just a little.”

Kurt froze again, a small smile at his lips as he kept his mouth shut. Blaine didn't seem like he was upset with him anymore from what had happened Saturday. “So...you're not mad at me anymore?” Kurt couldn't help but ask.

Blaine slowly walked over to Kurt and slowly shook his head as he stopped at a rather safe and professional distance. “Kurt, it's impossible for me to be mad at you. I was just a little frustrated. But right now, we really need to practice. Sectionals are in three weeks.”

Kurt nodded his head, suddenly finding it hard to move.

“But if you want, we could talk this out at my apartment after?” suggested Blaine suddenly.

Kurt smiled, blushing at the idea of being totally alone with Blaine where they had their privacy extended. “Sounds like a plan, Mr. Anderson.”