"You're in the Glee Club"

Kurt raised his head, stopping to look for something in his bag.

"Yes, I... am. "He confirmed, staring at the boy. 

Blaine felt his face flush. It sounded like an accusation. But he couldn't think of anything else to say.

"Blaine, isn't it?" Kurt said, remembering the previous day. 

He nodded, sitting beside him. Again, the empty hallway. Why does he do it?

"So you don't care?"

"Sorry?" He frowned, not understanding.

"I mean, here, you know, people... don't like you. And now you're in Glee. It doesn't help so much. "

"But I like to sing. I never let the criticism reached me." He justified, turning his attention into the bag.

"I wa- I wasn't criticizing."

Kurt smiled, turning to him and leaving the bag aside.

"I wasn't talking about you."

"Training" Finn said, patting the back of Blaine.

"Now?" He topped the small can of hairspray. "But I can't go now."

"What? The training, man! You can't miss."

It doesn't seem so fun. It wasn't even a little fun almost to break the wrist.

"Sorry, I really can't go today, but I won't miss the next!" He smiled, putting the sweater again and leaving the men's room.

"They don't seem... like of us"

"When they do?" Kurt asked, shrugging. But he knew he cared. "When is practice?" He asked, watching the clock. 

"In a little while. But I'm waiting for Santana. "Tina said quickly.

"Just it?"

"I'm waiting they get out. I don't need more slushie." She whispered, pointing to the group with the letterman jacket who was chatting in front of the door.

He sighed. Would not need to be afraid. Maybe he didn't. But something prevented him to get up and go through them all with your head up like he used to. Something or someone.

"We can wait a little more."

                                                         

"Sant-oh" Blaine declined as he saw that was talking with the wrong person. She definitely isn't Santana.

"Tina." The brunette replied coldly, turning again.

"Sorry," He said almost in a whisper, moving away from the bank to avoid being seen very close to her. That would be not very good with the whole football team so close. But he stopped when he realized the pair of blue eyes, slightly surprised, who regarded him. "Hi" He gave a shy smile, still a bit away, as if to decide between staying or continue walking. Shut up, he ordered to himself.

"I think they're calling you." Kurt pointed to Puck, on the other side of the aisle.

He raised his head and saw the group of boys who laughed excessively high, teasing each other from time to time. They were calling him.

Kurt rolled his eyes as he saw Blaine running quickly towards them.

"Santana?" Mr. Schue called, sitting in one of the chairs. "Where is Brittany?"

"Cheerios." She said and turned back a bit, reaching the chair Kurt. "Oh you came, princess!" She smiled "Finally we have new members! You know, nobody wants to be slushie everyday... but i'm glad you're here. Again." 

"Thanks, Satan" He smiled back, wrinkling his nose adorably.

"Ohmygod." Tina whispered. She nudged Kurt's arm, rolling his eyes as she saw how quickly he turned his head to the door.

"Ohmygod." He repeated.

"Welcome, Blaine Anderson."