Blaine glanced quickly at the mirror next to him. His fingers were a slight hit on the arm of the chair. Vivian was with the arm resting under the counter. She had still not seen him. He turned the chair, so getting back to her. He recalled with some distaste at the time they were together. It was part of a plan, to try to hide - nothing. It was just a stupid plan. But it didn't last more than two days, ant without any kiss - thanls goodness. Currently she was with David. He wondered if David was there too. If it were, turning the chair would not be enough - he would feel the need to actually get up and leave that place. He looked into the mirror at his side again. This time it was not just his image that he saw to be reflected. Another male figure with indecision analyzed something on the counter. His eyes swept the boy's body. The hair, with a few strands hidden by Trench Coat involving the delicate neck. The light color was a sharp contrast with the darker jeans, and incredibly tight, which led him to examine more carefully this stranger. Definitely attractive.

The stranger turned, and he also turned his chair to see him better. Blaine's eyes glazed over in the image he saw. The perfectly coiffed hair up, framing his face, the delicate features, the - wonderful - body in the tight pants, all have caught his attention. The stranger didn't take long to realize the steady gaze of Blaine in him. He turned his head to the side while they watched each other mutually. He turned back to the counter again, holding a few bags and a credit card in one hand. He knew he was being watched.

Blaine watched him leave the store. He turned his chair. Vivian was no longer there. Neither David - if he was before. He felt pleased that no one had seen the scene with the unknown. The lovely and attractive unknown.

Kurt closed his eyes and sighed deeply. Began a slow count while inspired and expired the air.

   One. He remembered two years ago when it was his first day at school, and he had a small glimmer of hope that would be different. Maybe no one will swear him by the runners, slushie him, or push him against the lockers. That hope was defeated, when he gave the first step inside the classroom, and three guys in uniforms of the football team played the red liquid and sticky on him. Slushie. Again. He felt a pang come on his entire body, leaving a little tear trickle down his face.

   Two. His memory advanced a little more. A year ago, the first day of the second year in high school. The things don't need always be the same. He took the first step down the aisle. Nothing. A small smile began to light up his face, while his feet guided him quietly by the crowd of students. No. Too early. A loud voice shouted a curse directed at him, but it was somewhat muffled by the laughter of the group of kids next to the owner of the voice. But the second word was loud and clear, and seemed resonate firm in his ears, louder than the talk and laughter from all other groups of students. Faggot. And once more, the hope was defeated. His eyes filled with tears, and he knew at that moment, that everything would be the same.

   Three. He opened his eyes and thought for a split second that all could be repeated again, and he would have to bear alone, one more year of torment, anguish and sadness. No. He dismissed the thought, drumming, now quietly, his fingers on the steering wheel while glanced into the rearview, examining his own image reflected in the small mirror. A sweet smile lit his face again, and his bright blue eyes lit up soft because Kurt Hummel can overcome anything. Kurt Hummel always can shine.

Blaine entered the room, and he was soon approached by David Karosfky. Vivian and another boy were accompanying him.

"I thought you was in another college this year."

"I would." David said. "But I knew you were going to stay here, so ... Why waste time with new friends if I already have you guys." Friends? Really? Blaine almost rolled his eyes.

"We have new people here." The boy who accompanied them said. "I heard that Quinn is here." Recalled while looking for seats.

At that moment the door opened, attracting a few stares. Seconds later, a boy entered the room. Dark jeans - and not a little baggy, like most students used the college Mckinley. Sunglasses in the hands, flawless hair, white shirt and a Trench Coat. It was him.

"Kurt Hummel, right?" The teacher asked, analysand him.

"Kurt Hummel" He confirmed "Good morning." The voice was gentle.

"Welcome." He motioned for him to sit.

Kurt looked around, and soon his eyes met with Blaine, who was watching him. They sustained the gaze for a few minutes. Blaine was lost in the blue of those soft eyes, that was looking at him. He looked away when he realized that the boy began to blush slightly.

"From what I saw, we have some new students." The teacher began, attracting the attention of others. "Quinn, Matt, Brittany, Carol... And Kurt." David tried to stifle laughter, without success. "Is there a problem, Karosfky?"

"No, no problem." David supported his arm on Vivian, at his side. "So, Hummel... I heard you're gay. Is it true?"

For a moment the room all eyes were on him.

"Yes, it is. I'm gay."