Some of the football players were still sitting on the bleachers, discussing tactics or girls or who was allowed to date what cheerleader, which kind of combined tactics and girls. One had to be careful with that stuff, Cheerios could mess a man up somewhat fierce.
Karofsky wasn't hugely interested in the conversation, but he laughed as needed and made a few jokes about girls being slutty, discussed the size of Santana's boobs. The usual. Still, his attention drifted and he saw some guy on the edge of the football field. Blaine, if he remembered right. That nerd with the bowties.
He nudged his friends with a grin and then got up, walking down the stairs and over to the little guy. "What are you doing here? Cheerio practise is already over, you queer."
Oh shit, he really didn't want to provoke any jocks but apparently, that wasn't easy to avoid. A bad combination of being himself and being friends with Sam - the only nice jock in this whole damn school. He looked sheepishly at Karofsky. He was a giant, giant man. He barely looked like a teenager any more.
"Hey, no, I'm just waiting for my friend. Sam." He dropped Sam's name in the hopes that would put anyone off trying anything. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. Depending on if they knew and liked Sam.
He handle onto the strap of his satchel anxiously. "It's a nice... pitch. Very green." Why was he making small talk with this terrifying guy?
"No shit, nerd. It's grass." What other colour was it supposed to be? "You think I'm dumb, loser? Hey! This kid thinks I'm an idiot!" Karofsky called out to his friends, who looked over, some laughing, some clearly confused what was even happening.
"Got any other wisdom to teach me?" Karofsky asked, taking a threatening step closer to Blaine.
"Didn't know you were looking for a tutor, Karofsky," Kurt said, having walked over from where he'd been standing under the bleachers, not smoking. Cigarettes made his throat itch. He just held one, at least he got the smell that way. He was dressed in black, as always these days, pink streaks in his hair and a bored expression he was using as a mask.
Karofsky turned around the moment he heard Kurt's voice, his eyes narrowing. "You talking to me, Hummel?"
Kurt leaned to the side a little, to look past that bear of a guy at Blaine. "Look at that, your tutoring is already helping. He's getting smarter by the minute."
"No, no, no! I don't think you're an idiot. I'm starting to think I am." Why did he say that about the grass? He hadn't meant to imply anyone was dumb. Why was this guy gunning for him so hard? He didn't think he had done anything. He kept his head down, he tried to avoid being too gay or too out there - he had learned his lesson from middle school and he was being covert. Operation secret homo was a-go.
So why was this guy so angry at him?
He took a step back, holding his bag tighter when another dodgy looking person jumped into the fray. Oh God, it was a skank and a jock? This was potentially the worst of all cases. "I'm not tutoring! I just -- sometimes grass dries out and it's yellow, I was commen-- nevermind. I don't want any trouble."
With any of them. He held up his hands defensively. "I'm sorry. I'm sure you're not dumb." Probably was. Most jocks were.
Hallway Monitor was not the coolest job or the job that got him less beat up but it was good extra credit and it was usually not much hassle. He did it once a week, during his free period, on a Wednesday. And usually, he just lingered in the hallway, asked people not to run and pointed out violations. Sometimes they listened, sometimes they laughed, one guy once pantsed him but otherwise, it wasn't too bad.
Besides, it was this or join a sport and he figured this would actually get him less beat up. If those guys saw his catching skills up close, he was screwed.
Most of the students had gone into the classroom and Blaine was in the hallway, arms crossed, waiting for it to calm down so he could pull out a book to read.
Then he heard giggling from the bathroom. He smelled cigarette smoke. Several skanks came out of the toilet, loudly talking about ditching for the day. Damn it. Not a quiet day.
"Excuse me. Uh, ladies, you should be in class. Excuse me." They were ignoring him. Of course. He didn't want to follow so he just sort of lingered now by the girls bathroom, wondering if he could grab any stragglers. "Class started like ten minutes ago."
"Tiny boy, are you lost?" One of the girls tugged on his bowtie on the way past him, then immediately went back to ignoring him, as she was answering her friend. "No, he sells meth too, I've seen it!"
Kurt had been perfecting his eyeliner, so he was a straggler. Walking out of the girls' bathroom while the others were already halfway down the hallway, and he wasn't looking at Blaine either. Until he was and he froze. He hadn't expected him and somehow his feet stopped moving.
His eyes ran over him and then there was a quirk of his lips. Hall monitor. Of course he was. "Are you on some kind of dare?"
It seemed worth wondering. "Because you should really start wearing glasses if you want to win the second most likely to be bullied trophy."
It was him. Again. The hot witch who may or may not have cursed him - according to Sam. Damn, he looked good. That eyeliner was kind of distracting but no, he wouldn't let it. He had a job to do.
"No, I'm the hall monitor and you're late." Blaine pointed out as he adjusted his bowtie back where it should have been. This was a bit pointless but he had a job to do. He did have slips he could use to give detention when approved by a teacher but he never really used them. Sometimes he pulled them out to scare people but it didn't overly work. He had limited powers. He could only pink slip.
"You need a hall pass or you gotta get to class. You can't just hang here. And if you are skipping, I -- I got to report you." Blaine clarified the rules, just so Kurt knew where they stood. "So, uh, what's your class?"
"I wouldn't say I'm late. I'd only be late if I meant to get there." Kurt didn't assume that this very serious and seriously cute hall monitor was interested in linguistic debates with him at the moment, yet he found himself wanting to talk to him more. Which was odd, as he didn't usually want to talk to anyone. Well, 'odd', sure. Mostly it was gay. That was what it was.
Kurt leaned against the wall, looking at Blaine. "I have economics class right now. But Mr Foster is a homophobic bigot so I've elected to self-study."
Arching his eyebrows, he challenged Blaine. "What are you going to do now, hm?"
It was just after lunch. When Blaine walked past the girls' bathroom, the door was opened suddenly and he was pulled inside.
In the room were a whole bunch of skanks - Kurt notably absent - and Quinn was leaning over one of the sinks, applying dark lipstick as she looked into the mirror.
The other girls blocked Blaine from leaving and Quinn finally turned, looking at him. "You. Blaine."
She said the name as if it was ridiculous in and on itself. "You need to back off."
Blaine coughed on the smoke blowing in his direction and turned his head away, unsure what was happening and why he was in the girls' bathroom. Seemed like a bad move. Being a boy and all.
Defensively, Blaine held up his hands. He didn't want trouble. He never did. Why did he keep running into skanks lately?
And why was Kurt not here?
"Uh. Done. I won't bother you." He didn't even report them for skipping. He turned to exit and collided with a girl who looked like she could crush him. "I--I try to avoid you guys. Promise."
"I think you aren't listening. Come on, Blaine. You can barely count as pretty, don't be dumb." Felt like the least she could ask for. Quinn sighed and stepped closer, looking at him with what was close enough to a smile. "What do you think of Kurt? You keep staring at him, so you have to have thoughts."
"Creep," one of the girls behind Blaine suggested and some others chuckled.
"Woah, no, I haven't been. I mean, maybe I did once or twice but that's because I-I... I like his hair." Blaine lied. Well, no, he did like his hair but mostly he was staring because he was really pretty and he wanted to kiss him. Not that Kurt was so much as looking his way. He smiled sheepishly at the girls. "I'm not being a creep."
Did they know he had a crush? Was it obvious? Operation: secret homo was really going downhill this half of the semester. "We talked a few times so I was just ... looking."
Blaine had finished up his arts and crafts club, his puppet stored safely in his locker as he grabbed his books and backed them in his bag. He was having a pretty good day - he aced his English test, he avoided getting slushied by some jocks by hiding in the janitors closet and he had pizza money for tonight. On top of that, he saw Kurt when he left history today and totally got 3 seconds of eye contact.
It was pretty spicy.
He had a quite literal spring in his step, humming 'Tonight' from West Side story happily as he left the school. "Tonight, tonight. It all began tonight." Blaine sung to himself as he entered the car park. "I saw you and the world went away."
A few months back, Kurt had been in a car accident. In what he had actually acknowledged out loud, that was why he didn't have his car any more.
Unofficially, it was because his father thought that the accident hadn't actually been accidental. That there had been part of Kurt, perhaps even a big part, that wanted there to be an accident and that wanted it to end badly for him. Kurt had never admitted to that. But then, he often shut down and didn't talk to his father - or anyone - at all these days.
Whatever the case, it meant that Kurt had no car and was not allowed to drive. After school, given Finn had training, that often meant that he had to linger near the carpark and wait for his brother. So here he was now, a notebook he was writing into on his thighs as he sat in the bit of grass right next to the carpark, mind drifting off to Blaine unbidden. Blaine's eyes, Blaine's lips. Blaine hard against him. It was difficult not to get distracted.
He tried to focus on literally anything else and he had just finished putting his headphones on, about to put on a song. Then he heard someone singing. From a musical that he had gone through a phase of watching almost every day for a while when he had been much younger. But then, that was true of a lot of musicals.
When he looked up, part of him wasn't even surprised to see Blaine. Of course it was Blaine. He just had to be the most tempting thing a lost theatre gay could possibly encounter, didn't he? Kurt watched him, smiling despite himself. Yes, those were leading man qualities right there.
Blaine was about to head towards the bus stop when he caught sight of familiar pinkishness and had to pause. He looked at Kurt, Kurt was looking at him. His eyes lit up and he knew, he knew what Kurt said, but it was after school and barely anyone was around. So he raised his hand and waved. Then realised how weird it was to just sort of wave at Kurt.
So boldly, he came a little closer.
"Hi." He smiled dorkily at Kurt. He was so, so handsome. "I like your jacket."
"Thanks. It's a modified Alexander McQueen." His pivot to a dark and ever more alternative aesthetic did not mean that he had lost his appreciation and love for certain labels as well as styling his outfits.
He looked up at Blaine, wondering what to acknowledge here. Might as well be honest, he couldn't hide it anyway. "You have a good voice. You'd make a great Tony."
So, yes, of course he recognised West Side Story. He wasn't completely uncultured just because he wore eyeliner.
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the darth jar jar binks theory????
i sent you the pdf
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Jar Jar was a horrible mistake.
We can make theories to excuse George Lucas of his suck.
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did u watch the video with the drunken monk kicking ass?!?
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I need proof he came up with the idea.
We're fitting an idea to Jar Jar that never was there!
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trust and believe, my friend
feel the force
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Karofsky wasn't hugely interested in the conversation, but he laughed as needed and made a few jokes about girls being slutty, discussed the size of Santana's boobs. The usual. Still, his attention drifted and he saw some guy on the edge of the football field. Blaine, if he remembered right. That nerd with the bowties.
He nudged his friends with a grin and then got up, walking down the stairs and over to the little guy. "What are you doing here? Cheerio practise is already over, you queer."
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"Hey, no, I'm just waiting for my friend. Sam." He dropped Sam's name in the hopes that would put anyone off trying anything. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. Depending on if they knew and liked Sam.
He handle onto the strap of his satchel anxiously. "It's a nice... pitch. Very green." Why was he making small talk with this terrifying guy?
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"Got any other wisdom to teach me?" Karofsky asked, taking a threatening step closer to Blaine.
"Didn't know you were looking for a tutor, Karofsky," Kurt said, having walked over from where he'd been standing under the bleachers, not smoking. Cigarettes made his throat itch. He just held one, at least he got the smell that way. He was dressed in black, as always these days, pink streaks in his hair and a bored expression he was using as a mask.
Karofsky turned around the moment he heard Kurt's voice, his eyes narrowing. "You talking to me, Hummel?"
Kurt leaned to the side a little, to look past that bear of a guy at Blaine. "Look at that, your tutoring is already helping. He's getting smarter by the minute."
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So why was this guy so angry at him?
He took a step back, holding his bag tighter when another dodgy looking person jumped into the fray. Oh God, it was a skank and a jock? This was potentially the worst of all cases. "I'm not tutoring! I just -- sometimes grass dries out and it's yellow, I was commen-- nevermind. I don't want any trouble."
With any of them. He held up his hands defensively. "I'm sorry. I'm sure you're not dumb." Probably was. Most jocks were.
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Besides, it was this or join a sport and he figured this would actually get him less beat up. If those guys saw his catching skills up close, he was screwed.
Most of the students had gone into the classroom and Blaine was in the hallway, arms crossed, waiting for it to calm down so he could pull out a book to read.
Then he heard giggling from the bathroom. He smelled cigarette smoke. Several skanks came out of the toilet, loudly talking about ditching for the day. Damn it. Not a quiet day.
"Excuse me. Uh, ladies, you should be in class. Excuse me." They were ignoring him. Of course. He didn't want to follow so he just sort of lingered now by the girls bathroom, wondering if he could grab any stragglers. "Class started like ten minutes ago."
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Kurt had been perfecting his eyeliner, so he was a straggler. Walking out of the girls' bathroom while the others were already halfway down the hallway, and he wasn't looking at Blaine either. Until he was and he froze. He hadn't expected him and somehow his feet stopped moving.
His eyes ran over him and then there was a quirk of his lips. Hall monitor. Of course he was. "Are you on some kind of dare?"
It seemed worth wondering. "Because you should really start wearing glasses if you want to win the second most likely to be bullied trophy."
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"No, I'm the hall monitor and you're late." Blaine pointed out as he adjusted his bowtie back where it should have been. This was a bit pointless but he had a job to do. He did have slips he could use to give detention when approved by a teacher but he never really used them. Sometimes he pulled them out to scare people but it didn't overly work. He had limited powers. He could only pink slip.
"You need a hall pass or you gotta get to class. You can't just hang here. And if you are skipping, I -- I got to report you." Blaine clarified the rules, just so Kurt knew where they stood. "So, uh, what's your class?"
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Kurt leaned against the wall, looking at Blaine. "I have economics class right now. But Mr Foster is a homophobic bigot so I've elected to self-study."
Arching his eyebrows, he challenged Blaine. "What are you going to do now, hm?"
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Like - would you make out in one?
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though id make out most places
people are sexy, not places...
except, like... the avengers tower or smthg
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I guess that kinda makes sense.
What's the coolest place to make out with a girl?
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cool? i dunno, theme park... mount doom! tho thatd be more hot
or her bedroom i guess
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In the room were a whole bunch of skanks - Kurt notably absent - and Quinn was leaning over one of the sinks, applying dark lipstick as she looked into the mirror.
The other girls blocked Blaine from leaving and Quinn finally turned, looking at him. "You. Blaine."
She said the name as if it was ridiculous in and on itself. "You need to back off."
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Defensively, Blaine held up his hands. He didn't want trouble. He never did. Why did he keep running into skanks lately?
And why was Kurt not here?
"Uh. Done. I won't bother you." He didn't even report them for skipping. He turned to exit and collided with a girl who looked like she could crush him. "I--I try to avoid you guys. Promise."
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"Creep," one of the girls behind Blaine suggested and some others chuckled.
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Did they know he had a crush? Was it obvious? Operation: secret homo was really going downhill this half of the semester. "We talked a few times so I was just ... looking."
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It was pretty spicy.
He had a quite literal spring in his step, humming 'Tonight' from West Side story happily as he left the school. "Tonight, tonight. It all began tonight." Blaine sung to himself as he entered the car park. "I saw you and the world went away."
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Unofficially, it was because his father thought that the accident hadn't actually been accidental. That there had been part of Kurt, perhaps even a big part, that wanted there to be an accident and that wanted it to end badly for him. Kurt had never admitted to that. But then, he often shut down and didn't talk to his father - or anyone - at all these days.
Whatever the case, it meant that Kurt had no car and was not allowed to drive. After school, given Finn had training, that often meant that he had to linger near the carpark and wait for his brother. So here he was now, a notebook he was writing into on his thighs as he sat in the bit of grass right next to the carpark, mind drifting off to Blaine unbidden. Blaine's eyes, Blaine's lips. Blaine hard against him. It was difficult not to get distracted.
He tried to focus on literally anything else and he had just finished putting his headphones on, about to put on a song. Then he heard someone singing. From a musical that he had gone through a phase of watching almost every day for a while when he had been much younger. But then, that was true of a lot of musicals.
When he looked up, part of him wasn't even surprised to see Blaine. Of course it was Blaine. He just had to be the most tempting thing a lost theatre gay could possibly encounter, didn't he? Kurt watched him, smiling despite himself. Yes, those were leading man qualities right there.
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So boldly, he came a little closer.
"Hi." He smiled dorkily at Kurt. He was so, so handsome. "I like your jacket."
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He looked up at Blaine, wondering what to acknowledge here. Might as well be honest, he couldn't hide it anyway. "You have a good voice. You'd make a great Tony."
So, yes, of course he recognised West Side Story. He wasn't completely uncultured just because he wore eyeliner.
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