Friday. 5:59pm. Blaine had been sitting in the school library for almost 15 minutes now and he kept checking his watch every two seconds.

His right foot hitting rhythmically the ground, his fingers drumming on the table and the sound of pages being passed. Blaine didn’t like waiting. No, maybe that wasn’t the correct word. He hated waiting.

He had to wait for Rachel every time he picked her up for school for like literally half an hour. The conversations with her parents were always awkward so they ended up talking about Broadway musicals because that was something all were interested on.

“You’re late.” Blaine accused when he saw Kurt entering the school library with a cocky smirk on his face.

Maybe Blaine didn’t really wear the latest fashion trends, but he did read vogue from time to time in Rachel’s house and he knew how expensive clothes could be. If he admired Kurt for something, it was for his clothes.

Kurt was wearing beige tight pants, an adjusted shirt with small red skulls stamped on it and the top two buttons undone and a Marc Jacobs bag on his left shoulder. The dark brown shoes looked as expensive as the whole outfit and Blaine couldn’t look at him for more than 5 seconds straight because it literally hurt thinking about how much money he spent in clothes that would probably end up slushie-stained.

“Calm down, Frodo. I’m perfectly on time.” Kurt showed him the clock on his mobile, still wearing that damn cocky smirk. It was 6:00pm. He sat up in front of him and began taking books out of his bag.  

Blaine picked up one the books that was about the French Revolution and frowned.

“Do we have to do it about the French Revolution?” he asked still with the book in his hands.

“No. We had to choose the topic and I liked this one.” Blaine opened his mouth to say something. “And since you weren’t in class, I made the decision for both of us.” Kurt was expecting him to say something spiteful or to shout at him, but he didn’t. He just nodded and put the book back on the table.

“Do you like History?” he glanced at him. Suddenly, Blaine’s voice was soft and sweet. The atmosphere had passed from tense to calmed from one second to another and Kurt didn’t actually know what to think. Maybe he was kidding him or just wanted to make fun of him or was going to comeback with a bitchy reply, Kurt thought.

“Nah.” Kurt answered reluctantly. “I just like France’s”

“Have you ever been there?” Blaine questioned interested.

“I want to. Have you?”

“Yes and it’s lovely.  There’s so much history behind every wall. You can feel like they are alive. It’s just so…magical.” Blaine finished his sentenced and smiled at him. Kurt unconsciously smiled back at him. “Look, we’ve never gotten on well.” Both nodded.“But we’re going to if we are spending every Friday evening together here.”

 “Have you actually thought about this all by yourself or..?” Kurt titled his head, amused.

“Kurt, I’m serious.” And he was. Blaine crossed his arms over his chest.

“Okay, okay, man, relax.” Kurt almost laughed. Watching Blaine getting mad was literally the funniest thing ever. His eyebrows raised, his mouth tightened and you could feel he was not relaxed at all. “I promise I’m going to be nice, but I always am.” Blaine started looking for something in his jacket. “It just depends on you and could you please leave your phone for a minute while I’m talking to you?” he put his mobile back on the jacket and replied.

“I swear I’m going to be the nicest person I have never been.” And there was something in the way he said it or maybe the way he smiled at Kurt, that he believed it.

If Blaine really could skip something in his daily school routine, it would be lunch. Being surrounded by all these football players, cheerleaders and popular people was nice at beginning, but after some years, there’s nothing that made him more uncomfortable. He would usually sit next to Rachel and hear how Puck tried to flirt with her. And of course, she wouldn’t do anything to avoid it. In fact, she played his game too.

Blaine just ignored them all. He would look at the Glee Club sometimes and be jealous. Maybe they were losers, outcasts and all that, but they seemed happy. They looked like a family. They were always smiling at each other and Blaine didn’t even look at the people sitting across him. The black girl always sat next to the gay kid and their laughs could be heard from the furthest table of the cafeteria. Sometimes Blaine would stare at them and wonder what they talked about that was so funny. Sometimes Blaine just wanted to get up, take his food tray and sit with them. But obviously, he wouldn’t do that. He was Blaine Anderson and he had a reputation he had to keep.

“Hey, Berry!” Puck shouted from the other side of the table. Blaine, who was before looking his food like it was the most interesting thing in the world, looked up. “Do you have a library card?” Blaine frowned. Definitely he hadn’t heard before that pick up line and was intrigued to see where this was going.

“Mmmm Yes, Noah, why are you asking me this?” Rachel replied, blushing and with a little smile drawing on her face.

“Because I’m checking you out!!” Noah high-fived the other football player sitting next to him whose name Blaine didn’t remember and hadn’t any interest on remembering. Blaine rolled his eyes. Damn, that was probably the worst pick up line he had ever heard, but Rachel was giggling and it seemed like she was enjoying the situation.

Blaine was tired, but not physically. He was just so exhausted of pretending he liked them when at the end of the day they were all just lapdogs.

Maybe this new person that had entered in Blaine’s life really had showed him what true friendship was during the month they had been talking. Maybe Blaine wanted to be a better person or he just wanted to be himself, but in that moment, he got up, picked up his food tray and left. He could hear Noah telling he was just joking and Rachel shouting at him and telling him to come back. Some football players told her to just leave him. And she did. That’s how simple and interested Rachel was.

Well right that’s what I call girlfriend.

“He’s being a dick lately. I don’t even know what happens to him…we haven’t had sex in like two days” Rachel lied to some cheerleaders that were asking her about why he had suddenly left. Of course Blaine heard it. And it was the straw that broke the camel.

“You know what, Rachel.” Blaine said turning around and facing her. He almost shouted so the whole school could hear him. Suddenly, silence reigned the cafeteria. Everyone was looking at them. “I’m so fucking tired of putting up with your shit! I pretend everyday like I love you when all I do inside is hate you and regret dating you!” Rachel was mouth opened. “I’m not a puppy that’s going to follow you forever, you know! I have my own dreams and goals and I’m not going to sit around and be the boyfriend that watched you succeed and didn’t do anything to make his dreams come true!” Blaine heard some oh’s and some if he was my boyfriend I would have already broken up with him’s. Blaine snorted, ignored them and kept on talking. “And why don’t you tell everyone the truth, huh? Why don’t you stop lying to everyone and to yourself?” She was by now a mess. Her face was pure terror. She was shaking her head and telling him to stop, but now that he had begun, he couldn’t stop it. He was setting himself free. “ I’m so damn exhausted of hearing how you lie about our sex life when we haven’t even had a make out session! And how you talk about sex like you know so much about it and how you make yourself look like a slut when you’re probably the biggest virgin in this whole school!” and now literally everyone had their mouths opened. Blaine smiled to himself, satisfied. “You know what? I’m a virgin too and I’m not afraid to tell the world! There’s nothing wrong with it, damn! I prefer being a virgin than having sex with you!” some people laughed and nodded. “I’m not putting up with this any longer.” Blaine said pointing at her.” I’m done with you and with you” he pointed Noah “and you, and you, and you and all of you!” Blaine, who was shouting now, pointed at everyone sitting on the table he had left minutes ago. “You don’t know me! You know nothing about me! You have made me pretend to be a person I’m not and I’m so fucking done!” and with that said, Blaine walked away from the cafeteria.

He felt like he wasn’t just walking away from the place. He was walking away from everyone.

After Blaine left the cafeteria, everyone started whispering and talking about what had just happened. Kurt, who was just as shocked as Mercedes was, took his phone and was the first to text. Mercedes asked him who was he texting, but he kind of ignored her. Not because he didn’t want to tell her who was he talking to, but because he had no idea.

OUTGOING TEXT:

I really hope you have seen what has just happened on the cafeteria.

INCOMING TEXT:

Oh, believe me, I have.

OUTGOING TEXT:

I think this is going to be such an epic moment in the McKinley High history.

INCOMING TEXT:

Did you enjoy the show?

OUTGOING TEXT:

I’m not sure if I did or not.

INCOMING TEXT:

Explain yourself.

OUTGOING TEXT:

Well, I feel bad for Rachel because now everyone is looking at her like she’s the biggest bitch ever. But she deserves it, being perfectly honest. And I feel bad for the boy. I mean, he literally told all his friends to get away from his life. And, you know, the kid’s kind of a dick to everyone, but I think he has his heart. I feel sorry for him.  

INCOMING TEXT:

Don’t. He’ll for sure find someone better to be friends with. I don’t think they were even his real friends. It just all looked fake.  

OUTGOING TEXT:

I really hope so.

The day after the now epic argument, was Friday.

Blaine and Kurt were working hard on their French assignment.

There was no one more in the school library, except for the librarian. The sound of their pencils writing and the ticking of the clock was all that was heard. Both Kurt and Blaine were translating into French some texts they had found about the French Revolution in the library shelves.

Kurt hadn’t really asked him about what had happened the day before, but he felt like it was none of his business.

He looked up from the paper he was writing the translation on and watched Blaine. 

They had found a way of getting on well and Kurt didn’t want to screw that, but something inside him told him to be a human and ask him.

“Are you okay?” Blaine was caught by surprise and blinked twice, like not believing that someone was actually caring about him.

“Mmm yeah, I guess.” He replied dismissively to the fact that he had lost all his friends. Kurt raised an eyebrow.

“I haven’t seen you today at the cafeteria. Where have you eaten?” Kurt asked worried. Blaine had to admit that the boy was nice and it was probably the first person that talked to him today. He had been hiding in the bathrooms between classes so anyone would look at him or tell him how bad of a person he was. He had hidden in the auditorium at lunchtime and sang a few songs until the cleaning lady interrupted him. She insisted that he kept on singing while she cleaned everything up because he was doing great, but he wanted to be alone. At least that day. He had now time to think about himself. Maybe too much time.

“Uhm well i-I wasn’t hungry.”  He finally replied, looking away from Kurt, who was probably silently judging him, Blaine thought.

And what Kurt did after was something Blaine would have never expected.

He had been an asshole to him so many times. Blaine had participated on filling his locker with soil, had spreaded rumours of him being in love with a kid from the Glee Club, had being there when the football players surrounded him and slushied him in every direction possible…And Kurt didn’t know any of that. Blaine felt like the worst human being alive.

Kurt took Blaine’s hand resting on the table and squeezed it.

“You can always count on me.” Kurt assured him. He didn’t took his eyes off him and neither did Blaine.

“Thank you.” Blaine said with a low voice, looking at his homework again, putting his hand back in the table and clearing his voice.

He picked up the pencil and began working again, but Kurt’s eyes were still on him.

And he was positive he saw a tear fell from Blaine’s eyes.

Saturday night. Blaine was laying on his bed, already in his boxers and ready to go to sleep. He hadn’t told his parents about anything, but he was saving it for an appropriate moment.

He hadn’t heard from any of the football players, cheerleaders, or Rachel, or Noah. And he was both thankful and not. He didn’t know what he was going to do now, who was he going to go with or if he would have to spend the rest of the lunchtimes hiding in the bathroom or the auditorium.

He picked his phone to get away from reality for a while.

OUTGOING TEXT:

You know I have never had a dog?

INCOMING TEXT:

Me neither.

OUTGOING TEXT:

But i do have a cat.

INCOMING TEXT:

Well then don't panic if I start coughing and sneezing like crazy if we ever meet.

OUTGOING TEXT:

So we're going to meet? :)

INCOMING TEXT:

Slow down. I said "if".

OUTGOING TEXT:

I obviously skipped that part.

INCOMING TEXT:

I don't feel like breaking the mystery yet.

OUTGOING TEXT:

I do.

INCOMING TEXT:

Okay then go have dinner with yourself, cause i'm not going.

OUTGOING TEXT:

So we would have dinner, huh? Including dessert or..?

INCOMING TEXT:

We are not meeting yet.

OUTGOING TEXT:

Party crasher.

INCOMING TEXT:

Are you five?

OUTGOING TEXT:

Maybe. You'll never know unless we meet.

INCOMING TEXT:

I just don't want this to end yet.

OUTGOING TEXT:

What? Why would this end?

INCOMING TEXT:

People don't like me. Once you see who I am, you are probably going to run away and never talk to me again. And I like talking to you. I really do.

OUTGOING TEXT:

Okay. First, people don't like me either, but that doesn't mean I have to think like them. You have been nothing but nice and understanding to me, so please don't ever think people don't like you because some assholes decided they didn't. And secondly, of course I wouldn't run away, are you kidding me? I’ve been dying inside to know who you are and when I get the chance, I’m not screwing this up. Also, I’m not that big of an asshole.

INCOMING TEXT:

Thank you, I just-sometimes it feels like nobody really cares.

OUTGOING TEXT:

I do. So from now on, whenever you feel alone in this cruel world, talk to me. Just don't think twice. Don't doubt it. You can always count on me.

INCOMING TEXT:

We are meeting.

OUTGOING TEXT:

What?? When???

INCOMING TEXT:

Graduation. What do you think? We could have dinner in a chinese restaurant or something...

OUTGOING TEXT:

Shit. I am going to a party that night…

INCOMING TEXT:

Okay. Don't worry. Maybe another time.

OUTGOING TEXT:

No!! I mean, I could not go to the party. It's not like I’m dying to go or that people will miss me if I don't appear. It's going to be alcohol and loud music and I could use some theatre or fashion talk instead. So yeah, I think it's a great idea.

INCOMING TEXT:

Graduation then.