Kurt slapped away the hand that was waving in front of his face. "I'm fine, Anderson."

Blaine cocked an eyebrow at the use of his last name. "So I get that Blair has already gotten to you."

Kurt snarled at the insinuation. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Blaine nodded his head as if he'd gotten his answer. "Sure you do. I bet she told you all about me. Or at least what she thinks about me."

Kurt glared at him. "And why should she be wrong?"

Blaine suddenly got all up in Kurt's face, leaving barely any space between them. His cinnamon-y breath washed over Kurt, who gasped and shrank back. "'Cuz she don't know squat about me. And neither do you."

Kurt and Blaine stared down each other until Mr. Syme noticed them not taking their tests. "Mr. Anderson and Mr. Hummel, is there something you'd like to share with the class?"

Blaine tore his green-born eyes away from Kurt's glasz ones, he smiled dryly at the scowling English teacher. "Not at all, Mr. Syme."

Mr. Syme finally turned away with a threatening glare. Blaine shot Kurt one more cocky smirk before hiding behind his test.

"Cocky bastard," Kurt whispered under is breath, turning back to his test as well.

Kurt pulled open his front door after getting back from school only to trip and fall headfirst onto the foyer floor. "Ugh, what the fuck?"

"Oh, sorry dude. I meant to move that," Finn walked into the foyer, surveying the mess Kurt made of the previously neatly stacked suitcases.

Kurt pulled himself up and off the floor, grimacing when he felt his foot catch in one of the handles of a suitcase. he carefully pulled his foot out, glaring at the bags. "What is all this?"

"I gotta get back to Lima!" Finn yelled from somewhere far away. He had dropped another suitcase in the foyer and hurried away to the kitchen.

Oh yeah, Kurt thought, remembering his brother was only supposed to stay for two days. Damn, now who would he have to hang out with after school? No offense, but Santana didn't seem the kind of girl to lay around playing video games all day or having random sword fights in the livingroom.

He lumbered his way into the kitchen, throwing his bag on the couch. Finn was stuffing his face with a bag of potato chips, a can of soda in the other hand. Well, there's something I definitely won't miss,' Kurt thought scrunching his nose up in disgust.

He grabbed some orange juice out of the fridge and slumped down into one of the chairs around the table. Finn finally noticed his rather unexcited mood and was concerned.

"Kurt...you okay?" He asked hesitantly, knowing what Kurt's hissy-fits were like.

Kurt sighed deeply, pulling his glass of juice away from his face. "You know that dude on the motorcycle yesterday? The one who stole our gas?"

"Yeah...?"

"Well, he's in one of my classes," Kurt said with a pout, draining his glass.

Finn's eyebrows practically disappeared behind his hair. "What? He's a high school-er?"

Kurt pulled his arms over his eyes, feeling very tired. "Apparently."

Finn shifted uncomfortably from his perch on the counter. "Well...did he recognize you?"

"Yeah."

Finn waited a few seconds in case Kurt supplied more. When he didn't, Finn sighed and pushed himself off the counter. "What'd he say to you?"

"Nothing really," Kurt said, and it was true. Blaine hadn't really said anything rude to him per se. But still, the guy just gave him a bad vibe.

"Beatrix doesn't like him," Finn said.

Kurt nodded, he was think about that, too. Blaine didn't seem to like Beatrix either. 'Hmm, Kurt wondered, 'what's the story there?'

"I wonder how they know each other..." Kurt mused.

"I don't know, maybe they knew each other when Beatrix was still in high school?" Finn suggested, scratching hiss head. He hadn't thought of that when he'd been listening to Beatrix talking shit about Blaine.

Kurt pushed the thought, he didn't need to think about Blaine or Beatrix when his brother was getting ready to leave. "Need any help packing?"

"Nah, I finished," Finn waved off the offer.

They sat in uncomfortable silence until Kurt finally said, "Wanna go play video games?"

Blaine wrapped a towel around his waist and exited the shower. His wet hair was hanging in front of his face and sticking to his forehead, he hastily shoved it off his face. He just finished football practice and was tiredmor ethan ever. 'God, can't Bieste loosen up?'

He stomped over to his locker, picking up his clothes. "Hey, Puck," he greeted his best friend.

"Hey, Blaine," Puck was lounging against his locker in nothing but a towel, talking away on his phone.

Blaine had already gotten on his pants and was slipping his shirt over his head when he finally asked what the hell Puck was doing.

"Santana's telling me how she made friends with this new kid," Puck said, covering the mouth piece with his hand.

"New kid? You mean Hummel?" Blaine asked.

"Yeah, I think that's what she said his name was. Karl or Kevin or -"

"Kurt," Blaine supplied, grabbing his backpack and hauling that heavy bastard over his shoulder.

"Yeah," Puck agreed. "That's his name."

"Did she tell you anything else about him?" Blaine kept on with the questions, fiddling with his lock.

"She said he was from Ohio and that his dad owns that new Tire and Lube store," Puck replied, relaying what Santana told him.

"Anything else? Do you know why he moved here?" Blaine said, now fiddling with his keys.

"I don't think so," Puck said, shutting his phone after saying bye to his girlfriend. He turned to stare at his friend. "Why do you care?"

"I don't," Blaine said, dismissing the comment. He was just curious about the new kid, that's all.

"Whatever dude, I'm too beat to play video games tonight," Puck replied, walking to his car, Blaine following close behind. "I gotta get home and sleep. My bitch of a science teacher gave me extra homework for 'acting up,'" he said the last two words with air quotes.

"Alright, man," Blaine waved to his friend form his car. "See ya tomorrow."