Blaine rolled his eyes at Kurt’s comment about the cheerios. He looked down at the textbook and knew exactly what to do straight away. “Well,” Blaine cleared his throat. “What do you think it means?” He adjusted his bowtie and crossed his arms, waiting for Kurt’s answer. Whilst Kurt was looking over the text, Blaine let a small smile grow on his lips as he looked at Kurt.
Blaine shifted his strange bowtie that was against all fashion tendencies but it managed to look ridiculously well on him and looked at Kurt as if Kurt just asked him how to add two to two. “I asked you for help, because I obviously have troubles with understanding what it means,” Kurt furrowed and gave Blaine a glance. “So tell me how to deal with such equations?” He couldn’t help but notice a smile growing on Blaine’s lips. What, was he laughing at Kurt now? Just great. Kurt had an urge to close the book and walk out of the library, but he wasn’t giving up now that he forced Blaine to explain him calculus after very long negotiations. So he kept sitting where he was.
After agreeing to help Kurt with his calculus, he rolled his eyes and sighed. Why did he agree to help him? Kurt’s never helped him in any kind of way before. Blaine had to admit that he had caught himself staring at him whilst the Cheerios were performing and Kurt was on top of the pyramid, but he had to let that go. Kurt was one of the most popular guys in school and how nearly no one bullied him for being out and proud, shocked Blaine. He was kind of happy that Kurt asked Blaine to help him.
Blaine made his way to the library and got there within about 15 minutes. He saw Kurt sat there, reading a issue of Vogue. God, Blaine thought he looked beautiful in that light. He walked over to the table and slammed a book on the desk in an attempt to wake him up a bit. “Alright. I’m here. Now, let’s get to it and then we can both be happy, okay?”
Kurt shuddered a bit when he heard the loud bang from textbook falling on table. Blaine was as cute as ever. God, was it even legal to be that cute? Kurt stared at him blankly for a few seconds before Blaine’s words finally made their way to his brain. He closed his magazine, put it on the table and pushed the open calculus textbook to Blaine.
“Yes, we both will be happy, especially you, who hates all the cheerios just because they are cheerios,” Kurt said, raising his eyebrow. “Here we go, I don’t understand this topic,” he added, tapping the page of the textbook with his pencil impatiently. Kurt looked sideways on Blaine, his hazel-coloured eyes were shining brightly in the dim light of the library. Why did Kurt had to turn in his protective bitch-mode around Blaine? He was just too afraid to let people in, holding each and everyone at arm’s length.
Kurt was positively fuming. That Blaine - even the name made him angry - that Blaine person practically made him beg for his help. Beg. He was a co-captain of the Cheerios, he was all kinds of popular and could easily afford being out and alone and Blaine was that bullied gay noone, so which of them should ask other? But Blaine with his goddamn confidence made it as if Kurt was that no one and he, Blaine, was on the top.
And the worst thing was that Kurt actually liked Blaine’s confidence, how he was able to walk through the corridors with head held high even though any second a slushie might come crashing into him and how nice he looked even in those clothes that were a collaboration of everything nerdy that the world had. Kurt had problems confessing that even to himself and he was most definitely not going to tell or show that to Blaine. Especially not after that “warm” welcome he had from him. Seriously, what was his problem?
Kurt was sitting in library, as they agreed, with books ready, re-reading Vogue for killing time. He saw movement with corner of his eye and looked up to see Blaine, who was clearly not happy with the situation.
“Go on, take a seat, the sooner we start, the sooner we leave,” Kurt said, flipping his calculus book open and moving it to Blaine. “I missed this lesson because of cheerleading performance. So explain it to me, please.”
Well, sorry if I don’t like it when people make fun of me for being me, or if I don’t like being slushied.
I think you’ll find that you are the only gay student at McKinley other than me. I’m so reluctant because I don’t want to help you. But fine, if it makes you leave me alone, I’ll help you. I’m not doing this for you.
I have that weird feeling that you are ignoring whatever I say.
Well, finally! And I am not that delusional to think that you are doing that for me, don’t you worry.
I must take everything in a ‘warped-up’ way because I don’t like your crowd. You all think you’re better than the rest of us, when, really, we’re all equals. I know people don’t really see it in that way usually, but we are and we’re all perfect in our own ways
So, just because you’re the only other openly gay kid at our school, automatically means that I have to be attracted to you and want to get into your pants? Oh, please. Well, sorry if I like to look at everyone on the Cheerios and we caught eye contact by mistake. Sorry about that, I can’t really help it. Go find yourself another ‘nerd’ to help you with your calculus.
You say you are against this, but still you stereotype me just because I am on Cheerios. How very hypocritical of you.
Oh pur-lease. I am not the only other openly gay kid, I also have a nice voice, I led the cheerleading team to victory last year, and I also have an impeccable fashion sense, which, although, I cannot show too much because of cheerleading uniform. Still, whatever. It’s not like I really care what you think of me as long as you help me out. Coach Sylvester told me you are the only one who has skills enough for helping me out in such short time I have to catch up with my grade. Why are you so reluctant?
Course.
Well, it obviously is able to be refused, seen as I’m refusing it. You’re saying it like I want to sleep with you anyway, ew.
Why must you take everything in such warped-up way? It seems you are out to hate me, no matter what I say. What exactly did I do to have such a warm welcome from you? Tell me, amuse me.
Well, you are the only openly gay student in our school except me, aren’t you? And I caught you looking at me when Cheerios were performing at school assembly, so cut your ‘ew’ out. But such nerdy look is a turn-off for me and it wasn’t a suggestion, so you can calm down. The only thing I need from you is your knowledge of calculus.
Okay, of course nothing is ever your fault.
You can’t make me do anything, and I’m not doing it.
Well, it isn’t my fault.
So you continue to refuse my offer that is of kind of offers that can’t be refused? Just help me out a bit and you will be left alone. It’s not like I am asking you to sleep with me, gosh! I don’t understand why do you have such a problem with it.
No. I’m not doing it. All you ever do is make fun of me. You cheerleaders think you’re all that, but you’re not. Have you ever thought of how you guys make the kids you bully feel? No, obviously not. I will not be helping you with calculus.
I never made fun of you, hey. I don’t bully people… well, I nearly never bully people, let’s leave it at that. You can’t held me responsible for the things that other Cheerios do.
I need your help. Stop being so stubborn.
She said what? Why would I help you? I’m sure you can do it yourself.
Okay, if you think I here enjoy it, you are horribly mistaken. But I really couldn’t understand the last few lessons of calculus and my grade is happily going downhill.
Listen, we both need each other. I need you to tutor me so I won’t get off the squad and you need me so you can raise your reputation a little bit. It is very dangerously below zero, only today I had the opportunity to watch you being slushied by… well, my fellow teammates. If we hang together, the fire will cease a bit.
Umm.. hey?
Hello! Coach Sylvester told me you will be able to help me with my sinking calculus grade and when Coach Sylvester tells you to do something it is not a request. So we might as well get on with it.
