First Impressions

“Where are you?” Kurt whispered impatiently
into his Blackberry.

“I’ll be there in a minute, don’t worry,”
Blaine replied, then hung up.

Kurt sighed and put his bag down in the empty seat next to him,
meant for Blaine.

His eyes were locked on the ajar door of the choir room. The room
buzzed with chatter between the New Directions members, both new and
previous.

It was the first day of his senior year and Kurt was loving it
until now. He’d spent two of his classes and lunch holding
hands with Blaine, but now Blaine was two minutes late for his first
day of Glee club. Good impression. Kurt was tapping his
nails rhythmically on the bottom of his chair.

Schuester was playing a game with the freshmen, where they sang
their name and something they aspired for to the tune of their
favourite song.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a dark figure in the doorway
and gasped when he realized it was Blaine.

The other New Directions members took notice of Kurt’s gasp
and looked in the direction of the doorway.

There stood Blaine, not that you would recognize him at first
glance.

He was leaning against the door frame wearing a leather jacket and
the tightest pair of jeans Kurt had even seen-God, is that even
legal?

Blaine’s hair had the same amount of gel in it, but a single
curl strayed onto his forehead.

Something that made Kurt almost giggle was the Altoid on Blaine’s
tongue and the  lip ring hanging off Blaine’s lip. He knew
that was fake, mostly for Blaine’s fear of needles, and also
because Kurt would kill Blaine if he ever pierced anything on his
flawless face.

The whole room watched him and Blaine took a step into the room.
Blaine wobbled a bit in his shoes. Did I lend him those boots?
Kurt thought.

Those must have been Kurt’s boots, because Blaine took one
more step forward and fell on his face. Blaine was two shoe sizes
bigger than Kurt and could hardly walk in them. The lip ring fell out
of his mouth and rolled across the floor.

Kurt ran over and kneeled by Blaine on the floor. Blaine went into
a coughing fit and spit out an Altoid into his palm. He stuck it back
in his mouth as smoothly as he could and looked up at Kurt, who was
about to crack into hysterical laughter.

Luckily, Santana beat him to it. Then the whole class was roaring
with laughter, even Schuester.

Blaine kicked off the boots and stood up, with help from Kurt.

“I-uh, I’m Blaine,” He said quickly and ran up
to his seat.

“He’s usually much more dapper,” Kurt
mock-whispered to the class.

Kurt sat down by Blaine as the laughter died down and looped his
arm around Blaine’s.

“You’re a goober,” He said as he planted a kiss
on his boyfriend’s cheek.

Blaine’s cheeks flushed and he buried his face for the rest
of class.