You have just received a message from TroutyMouth456.
A smile spread across Kurt's face as the message popped up on his computer screen. He was always happy when he got a message from "Trouty", as he liked to call him.
TroutyMouth456: hey gorgeous :)
Fashionista123: Hey :)
TroutyMouth456: how was school? are they still being complete asses to you?
Fashionista123: Actually, it wasn't too bad. Just the usual name calling and being shoved into lockers.
TroutyMouth456: why do they do that? are they too retarded to see how cool you are? :(
Fashionista123: No, they're just homophobic. :/
TroutyMouth456: don't let that get you down. be happy! :D
Fashionista123: It's really hard but I'll try, but I have some news for you.
TroutyMouth456: do you now?
Fashionista123: I'm switching schools, I talked to my dad about how horrible the kids at school are getting. I'll tell you more about it later. I have to go. Bye.
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Kurt walked the halls of his new school, completely freaking out inside. He had already gotten lost twice. When he finally found his first period class everyone had gotten there on time. He walked in and immediately noticed a rather tall blonde boy standing in front of the class reading. "Alright Mr. Evans, that'll be enough." He sat down and looked quite embarrassed. "Ah, you must be the new student. I'm the teacher, Ms. Dmitry. Why don't you introduce yourself?" she gave Kurt a reassuring smile.
"Oh, um, alright." He cleared his throat, "Well, my name is Kurt Hummel and obviously I'm new here." Kurt couldn't think of anything else to say. "May I sit down now?" he asked sheepishly.
Ms. Dmitry nodded. During class Kurt examined the room. He met the gaze of the tall blonde boy. He smiled at Kurt and then continued to look out the window.
After the bell had rung, Kurt gathered his things and was about to walk out when he felt someone tap his shoulder. "Hi there, I'm Mercedes." She said with a big smile.
"Do you need any help finding your classes?"
He let a smile spread, "Yes, can you show me where room 204 is?"
"Sure, no problem."
The day had passed rather quickly; Kurt was already in his 5th period class. But throughout the day he couldn't help but feel like someone was watching him. He did his best to ignore it.
Sam's day started off well. He got to school on time, for once. He was hoping to have a good day but that got ruined when he got caught texting and was forced to read in front of the class. A boy that Sam registered as new walked into the class. For some reason Sam found him rather attractive.
With his chocolaty brown hair and pallid skin, he looked like an old-fashioned porcelain doll. And Sam had to admit that he simply couldn't take his eyes off of him. He looked down when he met the gaze of the other boy.
Throughout the day, Sam couldn't get Kurt out of his mind. He wanted to talk to him but Mercedes stole the chance he had. He didn't see Kurt for the rest of the day until French class.
Sam wasn't able to pay much attention during class; he was too busy staring at the back of Kurt's head. He decided to talk to him after class.
The final bell had finally gone off. Kurt was the first rush off; Sam quickly followed. "Kurt!" Kurt turned around and saw the tall blonde boy running towards him. "Uh, yes?"
When Sam reached him, he was slightly out of breath, "Hi, I'm Sam." He let his million watt smile show.
"Oh, I'm Kurt but you must obviously know that. I don't mean to be rude, but what do you want?"
Sam looked at him for a moment.
I love his eyes.
"Oh, well I just thought I'd say hi to you, and welcome you to the school, so on that note, welcome!" Small let out a nervous chuckle as he spoke.
"Alright, thank you. I have to go. I'll see you around." He turned to walk away.
When Sam got home he went straight to his room. He turned on his computer and was happy to see Fashionista123 was online.
Fashionista123: Hey there Trouty.:)
TroutyMouth456: hey /:
Fashionista123: What's wrong?
TroutyMouth456: how did you know you were gay?
Fashionista123: Oh, how random. Well, I sort of just knew. It's hard to explain but somehow you just know you're not like others, do you understand what I'm trying to say?
TroutyMouth456: I think so, thanks :)
The next day Sam was in a really good mood. He got school on time and actually paid attention in class. When he got out of class, he noticed a certain black-haired hobbit talking to Kurt. He over-heard some of their conversation.
Kurt smiled, "Yes that would be me."
Blaine laughed, "I love your jacket."
"Oh, well thank you. It's Marc Jacobs. I like your bow-tie."
Sam had a mix of emotions, on one hand he was furious and on the other he was jealous. Was that even possible? Why would he be jealous, he doesn't even know Kurt that well and he's not gay, right?
Over the course of the next few days, Sam noticed Blaine, who he liked to call, "the hobbit", talking to Kurt more and more. They even started sitting next to each other in class and at lunch.
Sam thought about how he felt all day, he came to the conclusion that he would talk to Kurt after school and invite him to hang out.
(A/N: I apologize for any typing mistakes. I hope you all enjoy this chapter.)