“I ended it Mercedes. I don’t love him anymore, it’s as simple as that.” Kurt didn’t even bother to look at Mercedes, he just began organising his scarf’s.

“What? Since when have you not loved Blaine? I thought you guys are in crazy puppy love or something?” She flailed her arms around a bit and raised her eyebrows in emphasis.

“What? No Mercedes. I lost my love for him and it was more then evident. He should have seen this coming.” He began pulling down pictures of Blaine expressionlessly from his locker.

“Kurt, I think you were the only one to-“ Mercedes suddenly stopped. “Oh. My. God.” Mercedes mouth fell open, as her eyes winded and fixated on the smoking hot guy walking towards her.

“Mercedes?” Kurt said dryly. He hated not getting a response.

Kurt looked round to Mercedes and then to the direction she was looking in. A figure in black high top converse, the tightest, sexiest black skinny jeans Kurt had ever seen, a white three quarter sleeved top with a large open neck and a black leather jacket swung over his shoulder. The figure whipped a pair of black aviator sunglasses off his stubbly face and his now ‘free of gel’ curly hair bounced lightly.

He stood in the middle of the hall studying his surroundings. He swept the jacket off his shoulder in one smooth motion into his arms and brushed some casual dust off his shoulder. Girls around him began to gossip and catch their breath. He caught one girl to his right swooning, he winked as she feel backwards into her locker has the other girls around her tried to fan her and push her up. The figure simply chuckled darkly to him self.

“Is that?” Mercedes turned to Kurt as suddenly the figure fell against the locker, leaning on his hand right in front of Mercedes.

Mercedes stumbled back, eyes wide, mouth hung open.

“Hey ex-boyfriend.”

“Blaine?” Kurt’s mouth was hitting the floor with everyone else’s in the hall.

“That would be my name sweet checks, don’t wear it out.” Blaine wiggled his eyebrows in pure confidence.

“You. You’re. Erm. Wh-wha-“ A finger was placed on Kurt’s lips mid stutter.

“Save it. I’ll see you in class.” Blaine suddenly looked down to Kurt’s hand holding the pictures from his locker of Blaine. One in particular he saw was his yearbook photo from Dalton taken out of its frame. Blaine snatched the photo out of his hand. “One of my more dapper moments I suppose. You might want to keep this one, oh wait-” Blaine’s eyes widened and his mouth turned into a sarcastic ‘o’. He crumpled it up in his hand and lazily tossed in into Kurt’s face. “I don’t care.”

Blaine turned on his heels, smug, his face dripping with cockiness.
Kurt’s mouth was still hanging open, trying to take in what just happened. Then Blaine turned suddenly.

“Actually, can I have this one?” Blaine pulled out a picture of him topless at the beach from Kurt’s hand. “Sean might want this” Blaine winked at Kurt and then swaggered away.

~~~

“Oh my god Kurt! He got super hot over the weekend! Why the hell did you end it baby face?”

They both walked towards the Math room as the conversation carried on. Santana puzzled and shocked, but nowhere near as much as Kurt was.

“Well, I, I don’t love him. I couldn’t hurt him any longer.”

“Patti. You hurt obviously hurt him a lot, and then he came back as sexy badass beast! I must say, kudos to you getting him to leave the gel pots alone. And the bow ties. I think you can get a noble peace prize for that you know…” She carried on walking ahead, turning into the classroom then turning to face Kurt. “But in all seriousness. He has come back looking fine. And now, everyone wants to climb that leather jacket hottie like no tomorrow!”

“Nice to know your friend here wants me now Kurt.” Blaine casually shouted, sunglasses hung low over his eyes, winking at Santana. Neither Kurt nor Santana saw Blaine already sat that the back of the classroom, lounging on his chair, feet and legs crossed propped up on the table. Kurt was unable to produce any words let alone some kind of witty comeback.

They just stood their Kurt gobsmacked and Santana nodding gently towards him, “He’s also got more wit then you now. What did you say to him?" Kurt went to open his mouth and realised they should probably move to their seats.

Mr.Todd entered the room after them slamming his brief case on his desk. “Okay, class settle dow-“ He became silent. “Blaine?” He squinted at Blaine, his knitting eyebrows together.

“Can I help you sir, or are you going to begin to once again be teaching us pointless math that we will never use at any time in our life?” Blaine flipped his sunglasses onto his head, brightly smirking.

“Blaine Anderson…” The teacher so unsure how to react, he let it fly over his head. “You seem rather, off. And erm. Well, changed a bit. So. I shall give you this one chance. Now, erm, please turn to page 364.” He said in a confused tone.

As class began people began to drift of daydreaming and casual quite chat Kurt took this opportunity to talk to Blaine behind him. But not in person.

Kurt took the first bit of paper he could find and scribbled down a note:

Blaine, what the hell happened to you this weekend?
And who the hell is Sean?

-Kurt

Kurt looked round, folded the note and tossed it onto Blaine’s desk. Kurt turned sharply, as if he was breaking serious rules. Blaine eyes looked down at it puzzled. He picked it up, read it and began laughing. “Passing notes now, how sweet!” He announced with a sarcastic tone. He chuckled and scribbled back, screwed up into a tight ball and threw it at Kurt’s head. “Hey” Kurt rubbed the back of his head and snatched the note from the floor. Blaine simply smirked.

Well as I recall, you were a whinny bitch, finished us, broke my heart and… the weekend began.
And well. The rest is history.

-Blaine

Kurt looked at it with confusion and wrote back.

I told you. I don’t love you anymore. Im sorry but that’s is it.
And you didn’t answer my question.

-Kurt

This time Kurt also screwed it up and threw it with all his force and without even looking Blaine caught in with one hand on the air. Not even looking, picking at the table. He had to admit.

Blaine’s skills were hot.

Yeah. I got that after you broke my heart.
And what question, remind me again porcelain?

And if you don’t know whom this is from then you’ve got more then the issue of being a bitch.

This time Blaine folded the note into a neat paper airplane and sent it Kurt’s way. It jabbed him straight in to the back of his head again. Blaine chuckled. Kurt turned round with his best bitch glare he could produce. So much so, it actually hurt Kurt’s face to do it. Then he panicked about causing lines on his face, and oh gosh. Maybe spots? No. This was off topic. For god’s sake. Only Blaine fucking Anderson could cause this much trouble in three days.

He became angry more then anything.

And it increased as he read the note “Porcelain?” Blaine had crossed the line “Okay. That is Miss. Sylvester’s name for me only and you know that!” Kurt whispered harshly across the classroom. Blaine chuckled to him self again, rolling his head back. Kurt began to scribble an aggressive note back. Blaine tilted his head to now see him again and sighed, rolling his eyes back.

“Don’t even bother writing one of your petty notes back. If you must know Hummel, after you decided you didn’t love me anymore, I decided to be myself. Move on. And stop babbling.” Blaine was becoming aggressive and he could see Kurt showing his fear of it. Blaine saw his weakness, and played upon it. “I can actually have some fun now that you’re off my back.” He leaned back in his chair. Kurt tried to utter a word but was unable too. Jackpot. Just as it looked like Kurt had constructed a sentence in his head, Blaine interrupted. “So do you like my new look, huh?” His hands gestured down his body. He slowly rocked his chair forward so it was balancing on its two front legs. He then placed his palms on the table, leaning forward. “Do you like it a lot Kurt?” Quirking an eyebrow, whispering in a sexy tone. “Do you want to do dirty things to me Kurt when I look like this?” A sarcastic smile, spreading from ear to ear. He suddenly became much louder. “Want to fuck me into the desk? Do you-“ Blaine was interrupted.

“Blaine Anderson! Please leave this classroom right now with your disgusting language and report to the Principles office now.”

Blaine raised his arms in defeat. “Fine with me, better being in this sad sack of a class.” He flipped the maths book shut and got up knocking the chair backwards onto the floor. Then swaggered out the classroom, his face painted with a cocky smile.

Kurt did not see Blaine for the rest of the morning. He was simply bewildered by what happened. This was Blaine. The goofy, cute gentleman that he once called his boyfriend. But he had come back hot. Hot on a scale that didn’t exist, but was he still gay? Most guys like that were arrogant idiots that want nothing more then some skank behind the bleachers. But if Kurt was honest, he would totally be that skank right now. Ew, no. Kurt has standards, maybe? No! Blaine and him are now over, even a really, really hot one time thing could happen. Could it? Kurt was beggining to lose track of his thoughts. And slightly worried about his hard-on, but of course more concerned about his intelligence going down thinking about that, that, that…

Had Hurt really lost his touch? He could not think of one word to viciously attack him with this morning. He felt particularly out of character.

Kurt really did mean he didn’t love him anymore, but no one could deny he looked more then fine in those jeans. Damn it! He had to think of something else.

That was it, he was going to do his Physics work through lunch. That would most defiantly stop him thinking about that bonehead.

Bonehead? Kurt really did feel like he was losing his sass.

It was time to stop thinking about…him. And instead : Physics.

But one thing he couldn’t get off his mind was who was this Sean?

“Earth to Kurt?” Mercedes waved in front of Kurt’s face as they walked along.

“Huh, yeah?” Kurt blinking back into reality.

“Damn Kurt, don’t make so it obvious you are thinking about Blaine.” Mercedes chuckled.

“What!” Kurt was offended at how well she read him. “Im not, I just zoned out. What were you saying?” Kurt spread a smile across his face in sarcastic politeness.

Mercedes raised her eyebrow at Kurt. “Sure thing.” She waved her hand into the distance, dismissing his smile. “Im off to meet Rachel apparently. She wants to talk to me about why I should let her do a song for Glee club when it has my name on it. Its by Aretha Franklin for gods sake! So." She took a calming breath, smile slowly spread across her face. She was determined not to be a diva and still get recognised. "I will see you later sweetie. ” She kissed him on the check and strode of down the halls. “Oh, and go eat some lunch, you’re getting thinner by the day Kurt Hummel!” Kurt simply laughed and strode into the Cafeteria but straight through into the courtyard. A large gray area with a concrete staircase, a group of cafeteria tables and the boneheads, again! Boneheads. He really had to sort this out, maybe a dictionary… Anyway, the…people that filled McKinley High.
Kurt wasn’t in the mood to eat, he had for to much on his mind. And his plan of Physics was now completely thrown off track. As he saw next was not what he was expecting. At all.