The boy, Blaine, comes up to him during break. Kurt sits alone on a bench, his back leaned against the wall of the school and his legs pulled up beneath him as he tries to do his homework. He doesn’t answer, but in the corner of his eye he watches Blaine take out a cigarette, light it and put it to his lips.

“What’ve you got there?”, Blaine asks.

“Homework.”

Kurt doesn’t look up, pretends he is still reading even though the words on the page don’t make sense any more. So when Blaine sits down beside him he gives up the charade.

“What do you want, Anderson?”

“You know my name.” The smirk is back and Kurt really, really, wishes he could wipe it off his face. “Did you ask someone?”

“Everybody knows your name.” Kurt snaps back. “People are talking about you.”
“Yeah? What are they saying?”

Kurt doesn’t know what to say. That they think he is a murderer, a crazy lunatic who somehow has managed to convince the staff of Dalton that he should be let lose in a public school? No, that might be just enough to trigger him into another assassination. So Kurt hesitates for a moment, and the other boy laughs.

“Is it something scary?” The smirk is in place, and oh he really hates that smirk, he really hates it. He doesn’t care if it is in the face of a psychopath, he just-

“No. Not really.”, he answers sourly.