disorder - klaine au

01

(BLAINE'S POV)

"Today we'll be picking different medical disorders for all of you to explore throughout the semester." Mr. Hartman says as he takes out a tin can from his desk drawer.

"We don't get to choose?" Brittany Pierce asks, twirling her blonde hair around her index finger with a clear and confused expression on her face. I roll my eyes because it's blatantly obvious. Who pulls out a can that says 'disorder decider' if we got to choose which disorder we get assigned to?

"No you don't." He says shaking the can full of paper slips with a jumble of different disorders, and I can tell he feels the same about Brittany's lack of observance.

I look down as he sits in a chair in the middle of us all, everyone is staring at him — anxious to know who he'll pick first — while I pick at the skin around my nails.

I can't really say I'm too excited about this project because of the fact that it'll take up all of my time. We have to find a person with the disorder, interview them everyday for the entirety of the school year, and make a speech about what the disorder is about, how it happens, and what it feels like to live with it.

I couldn't care less, honestly.

Mr. Hartman had already called off a few names, but I'm not listening as I pay attention to other things. Sebastian is supposed to stop by my house after school for pizza, plus I have that history essay to finish.

"Blaine Anderson." Mr. Hartman calls out with a smile as he holds my disorder on a flimsy slip of paper, making me jump out of my seat from the sudden call of my name.

He beckons me to come up and get my slip, and when I take it, he tells me to read it to the class just like everyone before me, but unfortunately I wasn't paying attention enough to know what was going on before.

I turn my slip of paper over to reveal the disorder to me and freeze. My eyes widen and I look at Mr. Hartman with a confused look. "Y-you want me to read this? Out loud?" I stammer out, and good god, I feel my cheeks catch a flame.

He grins expectantly and nods. I suddenly feel a lump of embarrassment in my throat as I read it off in a croaky voice. "Um.. R-Restless Genital Syndrome." I spit out and there a moment of silence before the class roars out in laughter.

"Hey, doesn't that lame senior Kurt Hummel have that?" Puck asks, his football jersey on backwards as he chuckles some more. His doucgebag friends join in and I can't help but foster at them hatefully as I go back to my seat.

They don't have much room to talk — as far as being lame goes.

"Alright, class!  That's enough." My teacher says, even though there's still snickering from different parts of the room, and he continues to call people up as I sit in a deep ponder, tuning everything out but my thoughts.

Who's Kurt Hummel?

I've been going to this school since kindergarten and his name doesn't ring a bell at all.

Maybe he's new.

But hey, at least I don't have to search high and low for a project specimen unlike these other assholes.

I'll just go up to him after I do some research tonight. Hopefully he won't have a problem with it.

It can be that bad of a disorder, right?

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Hello angels!! This is my new klaine story. I hope you like it!

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