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Oct. 2, 2011, 4:19 a.m.
Of First Encounters and Outdoor Staircases
Blaine, the new kid at McKinley, meets a certain handsome leather-wearing badboy on an outdoor stairwell. Ft. Noah Puckerman.
K - Words: 586 - Last Updated: Oct 02, 2011 1,023 0 0 1 Categories: Cotton Candy Fluff, Characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Noah Puckerman,
Author's Notes: Based off of the manips from that still of the Klaine flower scene that have been going around Tumblr...where people seem to have this contest as to 'who can photoshop them closer.'
Blaine made his way up the outdoor staircase with his lunch box, quickly and quietly so that he wouldn’t draw any attention from the older and much, much, taller jocks who would inevitably find joy in picking on the nerdy poindexter in the bow tie. When he thought that he was safe, he sat down on the metal steps, laid out a napkin on his lap, and proceeded to finish his diagonally-sliced PB&J.
“Hey, Anderson.” Blaine’s head snapped up, and the next thing he knew, he was being greeted by a gang of leather-clad boys: McKinley’s resident troublemakers. He didn’t know much about the group, because they mostly kept to themselves: except for the fact that they weren’t the type his mother would want him to hang around with.
The tall one with the mohawk—Puck, Blaine recalled—looked down at him. “You’re the new kid, right?” After Blaine shakily nodded his head, Puck continued. “Listen Anderson; I’m really not sure what made you think that sitting here for lunch would be a good idea. ‘Cause most kids outside of our gang are too scared to come within ten feet of this stairwell. So, in order to maintain our rep, we’re going to have to…uh…” The tallest of the group mumbled something into the mohawk-headed boy’s ears.
“Give you a swirly or throw you in the dumpsters. Or something,” he finished.
“Puckerman.” At this, everyone’s eyes were on a tall, slim, muscular boy with a kind of fierceness in his blue-green eyes that made Blaine’s heart do backflips.
Surprisingly enough, even though Puck definitely had a size advantage over the other boy, he actually seemed a little bit scared. “Y-yes, Hummel?”
“I’ll take care of the new kid.”
With a moment’s hesitation, Puck turned around and said to the rest of the gang members, “Let’s go sit under the bleachers, boys. Fabray hooked us all up with some thrift store couches down there.”
As the boys left the stairwell, “Hummel” was giving Blaine a stare that sent tingles down his spine and made his heart race. The boy stepped closer to Blaine, and closer, and closer, until he was nose-to-nose with the bowtie-clad boy. “So, new kid,” he said in a sultry voice. Blaine thought that he might actually die right then and there. “You’re lucky that I find your cluelessness endearing enough to warm my rock-solid heart, so that I could effectively save your hot, sweet, ass. But if you know what’s good for you, don’t come near this stairwell during lunch again.” His fingers lazily traced Blaine’s bow-tie. “And you might want to lose the bow-tie, pointdexter.” He backed away from Blaine again, and he finally felt like his heart might be able to retain a normal pace. “Now, go eat your lunch, in the cafeteria, and please make sure that I don’t have to see your pretty little face get ruined by my idiot friends.”
As Blaine descended down the steps, he turned around, and said, “Thanks, for saving me back there.”
The boy gave him a thin-lipped smile. “You’re welcome, Anderson.”
“My name’s Blaine.” He reached out his hand to take the other boy’s. And at this point; he didn’t care. He just desperately wanted to know what he felt like.
The boy shook his hand. “Kurt,” he replied. As Blaine headed down the steps again, Kurt called out to him and said, “And next time, don’t forget your jacket, new kid. Seriously, though. It’s fall in Ohio and it’s freezing, and I’d hate to see somebody as pretty as you catch pneumonia.”
“Hey, Anderson.” Blaine’s head snapped up, and the next thing he knew, he was being greeted by a gang of leather-clad boys: McKinley’s resident troublemakers. He didn’t know much about the group, because they mostly kept to themselves: except for the fact that they weren’t the type his mother would want him to hang around with.
The tall one with the mohawk—Puck, Blaine recalled—looked down at him. “You’re the new kid, right?” After Blaine shakily nodded his head, Puck continued. “Listen Anderson; I’m really not sure what made you think that sitting here for lunch would be a good idea. ‘Cause most kids outside of our gang are too scared to come within ten feet of this stairwell. So, in order to maintain our rep, we’re going to have to…uh…” The tallest of the group mumbled something into the mohawk-headed boy’s ears.
“Give you a swirly or throw you in the dumpsters. Or something,” he finished.
“Puckerman.” At this, everyone’s eyes were on a tall, slim, muscular boy with a kind of fierceness in his blue-green eyes that made Blaine’s heart do backflips.
Surprisingly enough, even though Puck definitely had a size advantage over the other boy, he actually seemed a little bit scared. “Y-yes, Hummel?”
“I’ll take care of the new kid.”
With a moment’s hesitation, Puck turned around and said to the rest of the gang members, “Let’s go sit under the bleachers, boys. Fabray hooked us all up with some thrift store couches down there.”
As the boys left the stairwell, “Hummel” was giving Blaine a stare that sent tingles down his spine and made his heart race. The boy stepped closer to Blaine, and closer, and closer, until he was nose-to-nose with the bowtie-clad boy. “So, new kid,” he said in a sultry voice. Blaine thought that he might actually die right then and there. “You’re lucky that I find your cluelessness endearing enough to warm my rock-solid heart, so that I could effectively save your hot, sweet, ass. But if you know what’s good for you, don’t come near this stairwell during lunch again.” His fingers lazily traced Blaine’s bow-tie. “And you might want to lose the bow-tie, pointdexter.” He backed away from Blaine again, and he finally felt like his heart might be able to retain a normal pace. “Now, go eat your lunch, in the cafeteria, and please make sure that I don’t have to see your pretty little face get ruined by my idiot friends.”
As Blaine descended down the steps, he turned around, and said, “Thanks, for saving me back there.”
The boy gave him a thin-lipped smile. “You’re welcome, Anderson.”
“My name’s Blaine.” He reached out his hand to take the other boy’s. And at this point; he didn’t care. He just desperately wanted to know what he felt like.
The boy shook his hand. “Kurt,” he replied. As Blaine headed down the steps again, Kurt called out to him and said, “And next time, don’t forget your jacket, new kid. Seriously, though. It’s fall in Ohio and it’s freezing, and I’d hate to see somebody as pretty as you catch pneumonia.”