^(1) There From The Start
A/N: so, while on the Internet, and by that I mean tumblr I see that a lot of people are hating in Season Two and I'm just thinking "Uh, HELLO! Klaine happened in Season Two! What were YOU watching?" And it got me thinking... What if I got the magic and awesomeness of Season One and combined it with the epicness and just all around perfection of Klaine?
What if Blaine had been the twelfth member of the New Directions instead of Matt? Season One cannon, same(ish?) storyline, but with Blaine and Klaine. Not too sure what I'll change yet ;)
Also, Finn and Puck are slightly OOC in here.
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"Blaine!... Blaaaaaiiiine!... BLAINE!"
"Whaaaauuuut!?" cried Blaine from under his covers, turning over and burying his face in his pillow.
His mother came in his room, knocked on the wall next to the open door, and turned on the lights. "Time to wake up! Fourth week of your sophomore year! You should be excited, not sleeping!"
Blaine simply groaned and buried his face deeper into his pillow. A person gets excited about their first week back... Not their fourth.
"Blaine... Don't make me get the ice-water."
His eyes widened and he sprung up immediately. "I'm up! I'm up! No need to get crazy, I'm up..."
"Good. Now, get ready. Your clothes are on the ironing board, breakfast is on the table," She smirked. "hair gel is in the medicine cabinet."
He smiled a sleepy smile at her and stretched his arms up over his head. "Thanks, mom," he said in a yawn.
He hopped off his bed and headed into the bathroom to wash up and brush his teeth. He walked past the washing room, grabbing his clothes and changing quickly, then headed down the stairs.
"Blaine," began his mother. "I want you to try to make some more friends this year, ok?"
Blaine swallowed a piece of toast. "What's wrong with Finn and Puck?"
"Nothing... It's just that, I would like for you to have a sleepover that doesn't involve yelling and people getting "pwned"." said Mary "Maybe you could try getting a few girlfriends."
He raised his eyebrows.
She rolled her eyes. "Not like that! God forbid that I would turn into your father... I just... I know that there's a more sensitive side of you, Blaine. You're not all dadadadadadada and hurrah!" She mimicked someone shooting a gun and some football players making hoots.
"God, I have the worlds weirdest mother..."
"I want the world to see all of you and not just "Blaine The Football Player", you know?"
Blaine nodded as he scooped up a spoonful of cereal. "Yeah, I know what you mean now... I want somebody who understands me. I mean, would it really be to much to ask that I could meet another gay kid? Someone who knows what I go through."
"You know," she began. "A boyfriend would be nice, too..."
"Mom..."
"What!? I want grandkids!"
Blaine laughed at her. He loved his mom more than anything in the world. After his dad left and Cooper graduated, they were all they had. "Then why don't you tell Coop that! He's the one who's actually in danger of impregnating someone."
She shook her head and looked up. "God forbid..." They laughed together for a good while.
"Ok, well I better be going if I want a good parking space at school. By mom. Love you." He went around the other side of the table and gave her a kiss on the cheek.
"Bye sweetie. Love you, too." He grabbed his keys and just before he left out the door. "Oh, and Blaine?"
"Yeah?"
"I was serious about the boyfriend."
Blaine rolled his eyes again. "Bye mom!"
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Mr. Shue walked towards McKinley High School, passing the dumpster along the way. He saw a few of his students from his Spanish class hanging around there that he recognized, though he only remembered the name of a few. "Making some new friends, Kurt?" he asked.
Kurt, one of his most fluent and bright students, just stood there, his face frozen as if he was afraid to answer. Instead, one of his students who was on the football team answered. "He sure is, Mr. Shue!"
"Good! Hey, Finn! You still owe me that report on "Que Hacé En Su Verano Pasado". What you did last summer!" he elaborated as he passed the group of boys.
"Oh," began Finn. "I'm uh, almost halfway done with it..."
Mr. Shue gave them a thumbs up and walked away. As soon as the coast was clear, the bigger boys grabbed Kurt by his arms and began to lift him up. "Wait, please!" he cried. "This is Marc Jacobs new collection!" He was referring to his blueish purple jacket.
"Wait..." said Finn. They put Kurt down on his command. The smaller boy took off his jacket and handed it to Finn. He shrugged after taking the jacket. "Ok."
From the distance, Blaine Anderson was getting off his car, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. He heard some high pitched pleas coming from the dumpster. He looked over his car to see his two best friends and some of the guys from the football team tossing a guy in the dumpster.
"Here! Have your fruity little jacket back, Kurt!" sneered one of the jocks, tossing the jacket in the dump.
He shook his head as they exchanged hi fives and walked away towards the school.
He looked both ways before crossing the parking lot and hurried to the dumpster as the boy (apparently named Kurt) climbed out of the dump, hanging onto the edge before letting go and collapsing onto the ground with an "oof!"
Blaine saw Kurt fall and hurried a bit to help him up.
Kurt heard the sound of sneakers against the asphalt coming from behind him and cautiously turned his head to the source. He caught a glimpse of a red and beige letterman jacket. His eyes went wide and he grabbed his things quickly, scrambling up and taking off.
"Wait!" cried Blaine, picking up his pace. Kurt kept running, he wasn't about to get tossed twice in one day.
For a small guy, this kid was actually pretty fast, Blaine noticed. He followed him until he stumbled a little bit over a branch. "Crap!" cried Blaine. "Just... wait! I just wanted to help..." Blaine sighed and gave up, heading towards the building. So much for making new friends this year. "It's this damn letterman," he mumbled to himself. People just saw the letterman and instantly thought that Blaine was going to shove them, or punch them. Little did they know that he'd been through the same thing in middle school and would never EVER put anyone else through that.
Kurt kept running all the way past the bleachers and into the school until he was sure his pursuer had given up. He found a tree and leaned back on it, and sank down o the ground, tired out from the chase and breathing heavily, closing his eyes and looking up. Why was he the target for every single jock in this god forsaken school? He could only imagine how bad the torture would be if he was actually out about his sexuality.
Little did he know that there was, in fact, another gay kid at this school who was even out of the closet named Blaine. And he was popular... But they had never met each other, despite attending the same school freshman year.
After he'd caught his breath, he recollected his things and headed off to yet another day at hell.
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Blaine walked down the hallways of McKinley High with his best friends, Finn Hudson and Noah "Puck" Puckerman, at his side, tossing a football between each other. Sure, it was a stereotypical thing for jocks like them to do, but it was actually genuinely fun. Plus, it made them look cooler.
Not that they needed the popularity boost, or that Blaine cared. Finn Hudson was the quarterback of the football team, and dating Quinn Fabray. Blaine and Puck were two of the best runningbacks that this school had ever seen. Sure, they hadn't won a single game last year, but that's because they were on the freshmen team. This year, on Varsity, they all just had a gut feeling that they would win... At least one game... Maybe.
They were the closest friends they had to each other. Ever since they'd met in the beginning of freshman year, they'd been inseparable. Puck and Finn were the first people Blaine had told about him being gay at this school. They'd been surprisingly cool about the whole deal... Even though they thought he was screwing around with them at first.
He still got crap about it from the other guys on the football team (especially Karofsky), but most of the time, Finn and/or Puck would come to his defense, or change the subject.
"So do you think we've got a shot at conference?" asked Blaine, tossing the ball to Finn.
"Maybe," he replied.
"Yeah," started Puck "If coach Tanaka finally gets his crap together and stops taking a ride on the magic dragon."
They were suddenly interrupted when they heard a cacophony of notes coming from the choir room. "What the fuck is that?" questioned Puck, Their faces grew curious expressions and they peeked through the door to take a look at the source of the music.
What they saw was NOT for the faint of heart. Four kids danced cheesily around the kid in the wheelchair that Puck had locked in the port-a-potty the other day who took the lead.
And I said to myself sit down, sit down, you're rockin' the boat
And the devil will drag you under With a soul so heavy you'd never float,
Sit down, sit down, sit down
Sit down, sit down, sit down, you're rockin' the boat
Blaine found himself staring at the pale-pink boy with the blue purple Marc Jacobs jacket.
Kurt.
That was his name. He remembered because the last time Finn had thrown him in the dumpster, he let him take that same special collection jacket off. It was the boy that ran from him.
Blaine had never actually thrown someone in a dumpster, but he felt bad that his two best friends were the ones doing that. To be fair, they didn't know EXACTLY what he'd been through at his Middle School, just that he'd been pushed around a bit. They still didn't know about the Sadie Hawkins Dance incident-he'd never told anyone other than Cooper and his mom, and everyone at his old school already knew about the "queers that got their asses kicked". But he still wished he could do more to stop them from it.
"They're pretty terrible," said Blaine. "I mean, Wheelchair kid has a good voice, but the song isn't very well suited for it. And their choreography is... Well, frankly, it's just... Crap and it might as well not exist."
"Doesn't matter how bad or good they are," replied Puck. "That's completely lame! Glee Club is loserville and it doesn't help that the song sucks ass."
"I don't know..." said Blaine. "It kind of looks fun... I mean, if they had a better song selection... Maybe more Katy Perry." Blaine had wanted to try out for Glee but he'd been sick the week of auditions for the New Directions. There was no way he was auditioning while that crazy pedo Mr. Rhyerson was director. He'd missed his chance to join under safe direction.
His face brightened as an idea crossed his mind. "We should join together! Maybe Mr. Shuester would let us join if it was all three, and we could make it really fun!"
Finn gave him a look that said "Are you fucking kidding me?"
"What!?"
"Dude," started Finn. "Joining Glee Club is social suicide. You'll go from being on the top-where we are now, you see? Happy, cool, popular-straight to the bottom. It's not worth it."
Blaine looked longingly at the choir room. It wasn't the social status he cared much about (sometimes he wasn't exactly sure why he was so popular). But he didn't want to join without Finn and Puck. Contrary to popular belief, Blaine didn't have too many close friends. Acquaintances, sure, but people he let past the goofy, charming wall he put up? Exactly two, besides Cooper. He really DID want to join, but he didn't want to join alone.
He sighed sadly. "Fine, I guess."
Puck patted him on the back. "Trust me, Blaine. We're doing you a favor. Now come on, we're gonna be late for football practice."
He gave one last longing look towards the choir room (and curiously at Kurt) and sighed before following them into the locker room and then out to the field.
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Finn, Puck, and Blaine were all out on the field, running agility drills when coach Tanaka called the whole team into the locker room with a blow of his whistle. "EVERYBODY IN THE LOCKER ROOM ASAP! AND HURRY UP OR YOUR DOING LAPS!" They all went into the locker room to see their Spanish teacher, Mr. Shuester leaning up against the whiteboard next to coach Tenaka. He blew his whistle loud. "Circle up! Now, Mr. Shuester is gonna talk to you guys! You don't listen, you do laps! You mouth off, you do laps! Got it? They're all yours Will."
Mr. Shue stood center room. "Thanks, Ken. Hey guys, how you doing? I think I uh, I think I recognize some of you from Spanish class. But uh, I'm here today to talk to you about something different... Music." Blaine instantly brightened. Maybe this was his chance to try to join. "Glee club needs guys." Blaine nodded along even though all the rest of the guys laughed at him. "I'm going to put the sign up sheet at the door to the locker room, so if anyone wants to sign up, please... Thank you..."
Blaine watched as Mr. Shue walked to the door and posted the sheet as coach blew his whistle and yelled "Dismissed!"
Blaine was kind of excited to see that a few guys went up to the sheet and wrote what he assumed were their names down. After he'd finished changing, when most of the guys had left, he walked up to the sheet with a pencil in tow. His face fell when he saw what the guys had really written. They tagged the sign up sheet with stupid names like, "Gaylord Wiener", "Butt Lunch", and the cleverest one of them all, right at the bottom... "Penis".
But he wasn't gonna let that get in the way. He shook his head as he brought up his arm, but someone grabbed it and stopped him.
"Whoa, whoa, WHOA! Dude!" cried Puck. Finn was right behind him. "You can't join HomoExplosion!"
Blaine looked at him condescendingly. "Really, Puck? HomoExplosion, really?"
Puck rolled his eyes and Blaine let it slide (just this once, because Puck was... Well, Puck). "Whatever, bro, it's a figure of speech. But you can't sign up for that! Like I said, it's social suicide!"
Blaine pouted. "But, Puck!" he whined. "I really wanna join! And it looks fun, so what's the harm?"
"Remember what you told me and Finn when you came out to us?" Blaine nodded. "About being bullied and shoved against lockers and slushied?"
"We actually didn't have slushies at Weston Middle, and I still think that slushying people is really bad, but what's your point?"
Puck groaned and threw his head back. Blaine could be so obli- oblivi- he couldn't pick up on clues. "It means that you're gonna have to relive that ALL over again."
Blaine swallowed and froze as images from his past flew through his mind.
*FLASHBACK*
"You two queers have fun at the dance?"
Blaine froze at Andrew's-his tormentor since seventh grade when he came out-voice. "Look, Andrew," started Connor, turning around to face the tormentor. "We aren't looking for any trouble."
"Then maybe you should stick to fucking girls instead of each other, like the rest of us *normal* people."
Blaine flinched at his remark and Connor stepped up to Andrew. "Look, we haven't done anything, so if you'll please just be on your way."
Andrew snorted. "Get 'em boys." From behind him, came three big Hockey players, closing in on him and Connor.
The next thing Blaine remembered was lying on the floor, crying out in pain as his ribcage was being kicked in, searing in pain. He heard a sickening crack coming from his side and cried out in agony.
The last thing he saw was Andrew kicking Connor's head, Connor screaming out in pain, just before he lost consciousness.
*END FLASHBACK*
Blaine started hyperventilating as tears rolled down his cheeks. Puck and Finn desperately tried to calm him down.
"Blaine, Blaine! Hey, BLAINE!"
Blaine snapped back to reality and his breathing calmed a bit, though it was still heavy. "I'm s-so-sorry." he stuttered as he wiped his face and drew in a shaky breath.
"Blaine," said Finn, narrowing his eyes. "Is there something you're not telling us? I don't think I'm that stupid."
Blaine shook his head and swallowed. They were his best friends, but he wasn't ready to confide in anybody about that yet. "No it's just... Bullying... When you said that... It brought back memories about being thrown against lockers and stuff like that... Which is WHY I think you should stop throwing JBI and Kurt in the dumpster!" He desperately wanted to change the subject before Puck and Finn got too curious.
Finn and Puck rolled their eyes. "Dude," said Puck. "Closet case Hummel gets thrown in the dumpster cause he's a loser-now a Glee nerd-not cause he's gay."
Blaine furrowed his eyebrows. "Wait a second, Kurt's gay?"
Finn laughed. "Not openly... Wait! Dude! Stop def- delft- Stop changing the subject! The point is that you can't join Glee without ruining your rep!"
Blaine sighed and looked down at the ground. "I guess."
"There's my bro. Now come on, let's go... Before coach makes us run laps again."
Blaine gave one last longing look at the sign up sheet with a sad sigh as they walked down the hall away from the locker room.
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A few days later, Blaine was walking past the auditorium when he heard a vaguely familiar melody coming from that direction.
Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da
There was no denying what song it was when he heard a boys' voice take over the first voice.
Just a small town girl
Living in a lonely world
She took the midnight train going anywhere
A girls voice took over the next verse
Just a city boy
Born and raised in south Detroit
He took the midnight train going anywhere
Blaine found himself tapping his hands along to the melody, even smiling slightly. He walked into the auditorium and froze when he saw what he saw.
Finn was singing lead with some Jewish girl, while the wheelchair kid played a guitar riff, and Kurt, an Asian goth girl, and a Black girl with a slight 'fro sang backup vocals.
The smile faded from his face. The music was amazing, but Blaine was hurt that Finn signed up without him, considering he knew how much Blaine had initially wanted to join. Talk about hypocrisy.
He shook his head and walked away. Maybe it just wasn't meant to be...
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A/N: soooooooooooo... Review? Tell me whatchya think, please?
Just so there's no confusion. Blaine is a sophomore, a football player, and openly gay. Also, Finn, Blaine, and Puck are slightly OOC... Just slightly...
Review?