The Transfer Boy

• The first glance •

10/11

Kurt Hummel straightens his grey vest as he strides into the Glee club. He darts his eyes to see Rachel Berry, eyes batting at her boyfriend Finn Hudson. He looks in the other direction and sees Santana, Quinn and Brittany. Artie Abrams and Tina, laughing, hitting it off. Everyone has their clique. Except Kurt.

There are three rows of choir room chairs. Kurt goes to the back row, sits down and crosses his legs, making his white skinny jeans appear to grow tighter against his skin.

He likes all these kids, heck, he loves some of them, but ever since he came out to the glee club in September, he's just felt shut out. Like he finds a door of opportunity but it gets slammed in his face just as he reaches for the knob.

The bustling talking of the glee club goes on for a few minutes before Mr. shue comes jogging into the classroom and writes the word "growth" on the chalkboard.

He claps his hands together and says, "Ok guys, listen up." Pointing a finger at Puck. "This week we have a new student going the glee club."

Kurt looks up, Intrigued.

"Let's give it up for..." a pause. "Blaine Anderson," Mr. Shue says drawing out the name.

A man in bright red skinny jeans walks in, waving. The humbled look on his face goes nice with his poke-a-dotted bow tie. His hair is put up in a quiff with what looks like a gallon of hair gel.

Kurt smiles slightly as the room awakens with a slow pace of claps.

He's cute.

"You have anything you'd like to say to us, Blaine?"

Blaine stammers and laughs a little.

Kurt blushes a little.

"Hi. I'm Blaine Anderson, im transferring from Dalton academy," he says things in a stammering bashful way, and It can't help but make kurt feel a little turned on. "The school burned down, and McKinley was the closest school we could find on such short notice."

After Blaine talked about Dalton for another twenty minutes, Mr shue cut him off and started the days lessen. They got it. Their school sucked compared the Dalton. They got it. Don't need to add salt to that wound.

Mr shue pasted out lyric sheets and went over harmonies for sectionals, but Kurt wasn't paying attention. He was staring at the man seated in front of him. He was looking at the transfer kid...and it was not sore on the eyes

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10/12

Blaine Anderson had a locker next too Kurt Hummel. Blaine had pretty quickly figured out that Kurt was the gay kid. Don't get him wrong, he has nothing against gay people, he fully supports LGBTQ community, he just knew that things could become awkward fast. So yes. It would be accurate to say that he wasn't most happy about this situation.

Kurt walks into school with a smile on his face. He has put together a stunning outfit, his crown jewel you may say. He told himself a thousand times that he wasn't doing this to impress Blaine Anderson, but he may or may not have done some digging and leaned that Blaine's favorite color was red, and he may or may not have based his entire outfit on that color today.

He walks up to his locker to see non-other then Blaine, kicking his own locker In frustration.
"Oh hey," Blaine says to Kurt, churning his head to face him. "You know why this won't open?"
"Well maybe," Kurt says in a flirtatious manner, "it's because you're locker is the next one down."
"ahh... right. thanks,"
"uh huh,"

Theirs a quick silence before the bell rings for study hall. Kurt, flushed, giddy, embarrassed and thrilled, begins heading down the hall.

"oh, and Kurt!" he shouts, "See you in glee club!"

kurt smiles and walks to class in a haze as if he's walking on a cloud.

"The transfer boy talked to me..." he thought.