Kurt doesn’t really know why he does it, he could probably blame that extremely nosy part of his personality which seeks out drama almost as successfully as his fashion sense can find a McQueen scarf to discounted price. But when Puck regains his posture and starts walking again Kurt tells him he forgot something in his locker. Something he really needs for class, and he is fine, it won’t take long, Puck can go on without him. And he stays behind to watch the boy through the glass walls, sees Ms Pillsbury’s lips move a few times and, even though Kurt can’t hear her, assumes she is trying to strike up a conversation. But the boy is not interested, simply ignores her and stays motionless until ten minutes later when the door to the office opens. He quickly removes his black boots from the table then, and stands. A big man in a grey suit follows Mr Figgins out. He has broad shoulders, a shaved head and, when he turns around to meet the boy, a grim expression on his face. The boy doesn’t duck his head though, and Kurt notices the leather jacket and the torn jeans. And he should probably have expected this badboy kind of appearance when he first noticed Ms Pillsbury’s nervous hand-twitching. He should also have turned his head and walked away as soon as he realized they were getting ready to leave. But when the curly-haired boy lifts his gaze it locks with Kurt’s, and Kurt registers a pair of enormous hazel eyes, thick dark eyebrows and a cocky smirk; a smirk that appears on the boy’s face when he holds Kurt’s gaze just a moment too long. Just long enough to at last make Kurt react, turn around and startled walk away.

“Did you hear?”, Mercedes says when he later meets her for lunch. “Rumor has it McKinley’s got a new transfer. From Dalton juvie. They say he’s killed someone.”

“Don’t be stupid.”, Kurt says, but something tightens in his chest. “They wouldn’t let him out to attend a regular school if he’d killed someone.”

But gossip is gossip, and what can Kurt do? He is just programmed in a way that makes things like these way too interesting for him. And although Kurt doesn’t see the boy any more that day, not at all, he can’t quite seem to get rid of those hazel eyes meeting his through the glass wall.