A/N: Hello all! So this is my first ever fanfic. I just recently got into reading fanfiction about a year ago, and this idea popped into my head while reading a ton of them, so I decided to try to write one myself. I'd like to give a special thanks to my beta/best friend Sydney for helping me write the story! Anywho, I really hope you guys enjoy and I'll post the second chapter in the next few days! Thanks! :D

School.

Kurt wasn't positive of his feelings towards the medium sized, brick, two story building. In a way it was a nice, fun place to go. He liked going and seeing his friends, he didn't mind too many of the classes, and lastly Glee was there. On another hand, school was a living hell. While the dumpster tosses had ceased, the slushies and pushes into his locker had become worse; Kurt's dented in locker and many stained (and might Kurt add expensive) clothes were proof of this. But alas, Kurt's opinion didn't really matter. School was required, and summer had come to an end.

Kurt sighed heavily, looking up at the building as he put his Navigator into park and switched it off, before grabbing his bag and trudging up to the school. The sun shone brightly, not at all matching his mood. After finally managing to maneuver his way through the clusters of teens and the glass doors of the school he fixed his hair and clothes, and then walked to his locker. He never quite understood why they kept the same locker, most schools changed each year, yet here he was, at the same locker that was now dented and worn from many years of harsh shoves of Kurt's small body by passing jocks.

Kurt, lost in thought, did not notice the small brown headed girl that had snuck up behind him until her small hands grabbed his and a squeal filled his ears, "KURT!" Rachel smiled excitedly, grabbing him up into a hug, "I've missed you!"

"We just saw each other last week, Rachel," Kurt replied, rolling his eyes at the dramatic girl, but hugging her back nonetheless. Rachel let go of Kurt and smiled, brown eyes wide and shining with excitement.

"Have you seen the new kid?" Rachel asked him, receiving a look mixed with confusion and disbelief. They school had only opened thirty minutes ago and there was already something to talk about.

"How could I have seen a new kid? I just got to my locker, Rachel."

"Well, I have and let me tell you something. He is hot," she replied, ignoring his stare and fanning herself dramatically.

"Rachel, you're dating Finn, remember?" Although maybe you should find someone else because who knows how long it will last this time, Kurt thought. Finn and Rachel's on-off relationship was rather annoying, not just to Kurt, but to the whole Glee club.

Rachel shrugged, "Doesn't mean I can't admire another guys looks, I mean-" Before Rachel could continue with what Kurt thought was most likely another Rachel Berry lecture, Mercedes had grabbed him into a bone-crunching hug.

"KURT!" Mercedes shrieked happily with a wide smiled on her face.

"'Cedes…Can't…Breathe." Kurt managed to choke out breathlessly.

"Oh! Sorry ," she replied, dropping him back to his feet carefully. She gave him a guilty smile before smiling excitedly once more, "Kurt, have you-"

"Seen the new kid? No. What's up with this guy, you and Rachel act like you've never seen a new kid before!" He complained, "I don't see what the big deal is. He's just a new kid."

"Yeah, a sexy, fine piece of ass, new kid," she said, her head bobbing with excitement as she emphasized every word. Kurt rolled his eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time that morning.

"Well, I haven't seen him, and if I do, I don't plan on fangirling over him. He's just another teenager," only seconds after the words left his mouth, the bell rang, signaling the five minute warning that class was soon to begin, "I've got to go! I'll catch up with you guys later!" Kurt called over his shoulder as he retreated down the hall to his math class.

Kurt was currently in his Chemistry class- ignoring Mr. Livingston's monotone voice drone on about class rules and this year's objectives- sitting in the very back row by himself and staring out the window at the sunny day. He'd already been slushied once today by Karofsky and his band of goons, ruining his black and white Alexander McQueen skull scarf, white button up shirt, and his red skinny jeans, forcing him to wear his plaid blue button up, and dark blue skinny jeans. Along with the slushies, he had been shoved into his locker multiple times, denting the bent locker even more.

Kurt's sigh was cut short when the door was flung open, causing the entire classroom to jump in surprise and look back at the disturbance. Kurt's breath caught in his throat as he took in the figure in the door way. Kurt's eyes widened at the sight of the gorgeous boy standing there, his lightly tanned skin covered in a white V-neck, topped off with a black, worn down leather jacket, along with a pair of skin tight, dark blue jeans that looked like they were painted on and left very little to the imagination, and lastly a pair of black, clunky biker boots. His dark chocolate curls fell into the most striking hazel-green eyes Kurt had ever seen, and those beautiful hazel eyes were looking straight at Kurt. The boy was wearing a smirk as he stared at Kurt, who now, blushing furiously, turned away quickly and stared down at his desk awkwardly.

"Mr. Anderson, I presume?" Mr. Livingston spoke up then.

"At your service," came a rough voice in reply. Oh god, even his voice is sexy, Kurt thought to himself.

"Well Mr. Anderson, I hope you have a good reason as to why you are twenty minutes late to my class?" Mr. Livingston replied, "I do not take tardiness kindly."

The boy chuckled, "Not really, just didn't feel like coming."

"Well then, I will be seeing you for one hour after school, Mr. Anderson," Mr. Livingston voice hinted anger, his face tinted red, "Now take a seat," shrugging the boy made his was over to Kurt with a smirk, sitting in the chair beside him.

"The name's Blaine. Remember it," The boy said, "Because you'll be screaming it later," Kurt's jaw dropped, making Blaine chuckle, "Eager aren't we? I guess I'm not opposed to exhibitionism," Blaine's eyes darkened in lust.

"E-excuse me?" Kurt sputtered, loud enough for the whole classroom to hear. Mr. Livingston stopped speaking and turned around once more, his face red with anger.

"Would you care to share with the class what exactly it is that made you interrupt my teaching, Mr. Hummel?" Though he spoke to Kurt, his eyes glared at the Blaine, who sat in his seat with a grin.

Before Kurt could open his mouth Blaine was speaking, "Well if you must know, we were talking about how bad we wanted to get it on right in front of the whole class," Kurt's face flushed, his eyes wide,

"Hummel here's really in to exhibitionism, aren't you?"

Mr. Livingston's nose flared, "Both of you, office, now!" He yelled, pointing towards the door, "I will call to inform them of your arrival, and will see you once class is dismissed."

"B-but, Mr. Livingston… I didn't-"

"OUT!"

Kurt grabbed up his things, sending his worst bitch glare at Blaine before storming out the door, Blaine on his heels. Kurt tried, with great difficulty, to ignore Blaine, who was walking behind him a bit too closely. This proved to be easier said than done when Blaine finally spoke.

"Damn, babe. Your ass is hot as hell in those jeans," He licked his lips and smirked.

"What the hell is your problem?" Kurt spun around quickly, catching the boy by surprise and causing him to trip over Kurt, and the two to land on the hallway floor with a meaty thud. Kurt opened his eyes, only to be greeted with Blaine hovering above him, his hazel eyes piercing into Kurt's.

"I could think of a million things right now to do in this position."

Kurt pushed the boy off of him with an exasperated sigh, "Can you ever be serious, or are you always this way?" he asked, annoyed.

"I can be serious, I just choose not to be," he grinned, earning an eye roll from Kurt. Kurt turned around once more and continued walking to the office.

The secretary at the front desk gave the two a glance before returning to her paper. Kurt took a seat in one of the black plastic chairs that sat up against the glass wall. He hoped none of his friends from Glee club saw him sitting in here when the bell rang. Kurt hadn't noticed that Blaine had sat down in the chair beside him until he felt a hand creeping up his thigh. He jerked up in surprise, his chair clanking loudly as it hit the window. The secretary's eyes shot up to where Kurt and Blaine were sitting, Blaine's hands now in his lap and innocent look upon his face. Kurt blushed angrily and dropped his eyes to his feet. When the secretary had finally looked away, Kurt shot Blaine a glare.

"What the hell?" he whispered, loud enough for Blaine to hear him.

Blaine chuckled, sending slight chills up Kurt's spine.

"Sorry, I couldn't help myself," he replied innocently, but grinning all the while. The sharp trill of the bell sounded above Kurt's head and Kurt frowned. Now, instead of eating with his friends he'd have to deal with Blaine's annoying sexual comments. Kurt couldn't lie to himself though, having someone as gorgeous as Blaine flirt with him was great.

No Kurt! Stop! It is not great. He's just some horny teenage boy that just wants to get into your pants because you're the only gay within miles. He'd drop you as soon as he got what he wanted.

Kurt told this to himself in confidence, but he still couldn't help feeling a bit happy about Blaine's comments. It was probably just because Kurt had never received attention of this type. The lustful stares and sexual advances Blaine made on him were, in a twisted way, flattering.

Kurt was snapped back into reality from the opening of the glass doors, revealing one very pissed Mr. Livingston. He marched over to the front desk and spoke to the Secretary who nodded and pressed what Kurt assumed was the call button, and then went back to her work. Kurt's heart beat became faster as the door to the principal's office opened up and Mr. Figgins' head popped out.

"Mr. Hummel, Mr. Anderson, and Mr. Livingston, please come in and take a seat," he told them. Blaine chuckled and stood up beside Kurt, the two walking in side-by-side. Kurt rolled his eyes at Blaine, and sat down in a chair in the small office, Blaine sitting right beside him. When the two teachers were in the room, Mr. Figgins closed the door quietly and walked behind his desk. Once he was settled behind his desk he looked up at the two boys and the teacher, "Now Mr. Livingston, please tell me what the issue is?"

"Well Sir, these two boys decided to interrupt my class and speak inappropriately, and not only that, but Mr. Anderson here was late to my class by twenty minutes," Mr. Livingston's jaw was clenched while he said this in a controlled voice. Blaine rolled his eyes, chuckling under his breath.

"Is this true Mr. Hummel?" Mr. Figgins asked him suddenly. Kurt's head snapped up and his eyes became wide, why the hell did he have to rat himself and Blaine out? Kurt replied with a simple shrug, mumbling under his breath.

The boy next to Kurt chuckled once more, shaking his head at Kurt's awkwardness, causing Mr. Figgins to turn to him next.

"Well, is this true Mr. Anderson?" he questioned, eye brows raised.

The boy smirked and nodded, "Yup."

Mr. Figgins sighed and shook his head slightly before looking up at the teacher, "And what form of punishment do you wish to use on the boys, Mr. Livingston?"

"After school detention in my room for an hour."

"Wait, what?" Kurt exclaimed, shooting up out of his seat, "I barely did anything! I just spoke like, once!" Kurt shook his head, "Plus, I have Glee three days a week after school, and I can't miss it!"

"Mr. Hummel, please calm down," Kurt huffed and slammed back into his seat as Mr. Figgins spoke, "I understand. Mr. Livingston, do you have any other suggestions?"

The teachers nose flared out angrily, his face reddening slightly, "Fine, " he spat out, "Then Mr. Anderson every day after school since his was more severe, and Mr. Hummel gets lunch detention all week."

"Does this sound alright boys?" Mr. Figgins asked the two, he seemed a bit bored. Kurt took a wild guess and figured Mr. Figgins had to deal with Mr. Livingston a lot. He seemed like the type of teacher that sent kids to the office weekly.

"It sounds f-"

"Actually, Mr. Figgins, I was thinking of trying out for Glee club," Blaine spoke up. He gave a pleased smirk when Mr. Livingston's face began to heat up once more.

Kurt's eyes widened, "What?" He squeaked, he hoped desperately that this guy was lying just to get out of detention. Blaine grinned, quirking his triangular eyebrows.

Mr. Livingston sighed heavily, "Fine then, after school detention on non-Glee days for the next two weeks!"

Kurt nodded and Blaine mumbled a quick, "Whatever." Mr. Figgins wrote something down in his notebook and nodded to himself before looking up at them.

"Alright boys," he said waving his hands dismissively, "Have a nice day."

Kurt jumped up out of his seat and grabbed his things before leaving the room quickly and making his way towards the cafeteria. Lunch ended in twenty minutes, which gave him enough time to sit with his Glee friends and eat a quick lunch. He didn't notice Blaine behind him until he felt a light pat on his ass and gasped, whirling around to see a smirking Blaine walking in the opposite direction.

"See you later, Hummel," and with a wink, he turned a corner, leaving Kurt's sight. Kurt rolled his eyes, pushed his bag up further on his shoulder, and with a huff turned into the cafeteria.

Kurt went through the line, grabbing his regular salad and water before paying for his lunch and making his way to his table of friends, receiving a muddled "hello" from the table. Mercedes looked at him expectantly, but Kurt paid no mind as he took a bite of his salad. By the time he looked up the whole table sat quietly, staring at him.

"What?" He snapped.

"Where were you, dude? You're like, twenty minutes late," Finn said from the other end of the table, his mouth full of food.

Kurt rolled his eyes, "Okay one, what have I said about calling me dude, Finn," he glared at Finn, who looked down at his tray guiltily, "And two, I got held up at my locker… and stuff," he shrugged. Kurt didn't want to tell them about Blaine, hopefully he wouldn't mess with Kurt again, and he wouldn't come to Glee Club tonight.

Most of the table knew from experience that Kurt wasn't telling the whole truth, but everyone dropped the subject and went back to their lunches, one of them coincidentally revolving around the new kid.

"I heard he was kicked out of a reform school in Westerville because he kicked a teacher's ass," he heard Artie say from the end of the table.

Puck snorted, "Whatever. He doesn't seem that badass to me."

"Oh shut the hell up, Puckerman. You're just jelly because the new kid is taking your place as the school's bad ass. How could he not though? Kid may be fun-sized, but I'd tap that," Santana said, earning a glare from Puck.

"So have you seem him yet, Kurt?" Rachel said from beside Finn.

Kurt shook his head, "I've yet to meet the mysterious new kid," he shrugged and looked down at his plate, eating another forkful of salad.

Mercedes eyes widened, "Man, I can't wait until you do. He is so hot," she said dreamily, earning an excited nod from Rachel.

Kurt rolled his eyes. What's the big deal? Yeah he's sexy, but he's a total ass. He's just some horny teenage boy who wears too much leather. If only they knew he was gay. Kurt laughed aloud at his thoughts.

"What's so funny?" Quinn asked from beside him.

Kurt shook his head and cleared his throat, "Oh nothing. I was just- I was thinking of something."

The bell rang, signaling the end of the lunch period, and with a wave to the table, he took his tray to the trash and left the cafeteria.