Someone to hold you too close.

Someone to hurt you too deep.

Someone to sit in your chair.

And ruin your sleep,

And make you aware of being alive.

I shouldn't be here right now. I know the auditorium closed over an hour ago but I just need my time to shine. Even if my audience is just 70 empty chairs, it's enough. I find it sadly ironic that I'm basically invisible during our so-called "Glee" practice. Seriously, they should just call it "Rachel Berry and the Pips." But the irony is that outside these walls which protect and imprison me, at the same time, I'm like the school's exhibit, just there to be judged and observed like some new animal at the zoo.

Someone to need you too much.

Someone to know you too well.

Someone to pull you up short,

And put you through hell.

And give you support for being alive.

Being alive.

Mom always used to tell me that I'd find my prince charming one day. I remember watching those fairy tales where the princess always got the perfect, heroic prince at the end. Oh, princess. That word could causes all the irony of my very existence at this school. People use it to try to offend me but all I can think is, why call me such a thing? A princess is a beautiful person, inside and out, who ends up living "happily ever after."

Make me alive, make me confused.

Mock me with praise, let me be used.

Vary my days, but alone is alone, not alive.

Somebody hold me too close.

Somebody force me to care.

Somebody make me come through

I'll always be there.

As frightened as you,

of being alive.

Being alive, being alive.

If i was a truly a princess, all these things would have happened by now. My life is not a fairy tale. My mother is dead. I know my father tries to have the role as a single parent but sometimes I just feel so hollow and alone. He can't answer all my questions. What do I wear to impress a boy? Okay, well obviously I know that, but it's just the whole concept of dating has really altered my life. I see couples walk down the halls and I just feel so alone. Not even my pathetic attempt at romance with Brittany last year can compare to the utter loneliness I feel right now.

Someone you have to let in.

Someone whose feelings you spare.

Someone who, like it or not,

Will want you to share a little, a lot,

of being alive.

I just want someone to want me. Someone to go to bed at night, thinking of me. I want some to call me beautiful, listen to my aimless rambling, take care of me. I want it all of it. But sadly, that's not exactly what Kurt Hummel's reality looks like at the moment.

Make me alive, make me confused.

Mock me with praise, let me be used.

Vary my days,

but alone is alone, not alive.

Somebody crowd me with love, Somebody force me to care.

Somebody let me come through. I'll always be there.

As frightened as you, to help us survive.

Being alive,being alive,

Being alive, being alive!

I was so caught up in the moment, I didn't hear the applause at first. Suddenly, I froze. Crap, here comes a detention. I slowly rise from the piano bench, gracefully picking up my Gucci satchel and looking across the stage to not find a grouchy janitor, but five impeccably dressed boys in well-fitted uniforms. Oh God, probably fundraising.

"Look guys, I don't want any of your fattening, carb filled cookies so please-"

"Woah there. Calm down, we're not selling anything, dude. We were just enjoying the fine entertainment." a skater looking blond boy said, with a wink. I blushed to my roots. God, being porcelain sucks. "Aw, you're cute when you blush!"

"Take it easy on the kid, Jeff! He obviously has no idea why we're here." a peculiar looking asian boy scolded, sending a smile my way. "Hi, I'm Wes. We're from San Francisco's Academy For the Fine Arts, also known as Dalton."

"W-what? You guys to Dalton? Dalton as in the number one performing arts high school in the country?" I ask in shock. A hazel-eyed boy chuckles, and oh god just kill me now. He. Is. Perfect. He looks like he walked out of an 80's classic movie, with his gelled hair, tanned skin, and chiseled features. My mouth goes dry. Oh, and now he's scratching his neck. Unf, those arms. Even under the tacky blazer, I can see the outline of his biceps. God, Hummel, get a grip, these boys are probably Broadway material, act human.

"It's really not that big a deal. Just a bunch of heterosexual and gay guys singing, dancing, and acting to cheesy and commonly overdone songs." an 80's Greek God said with a smile that dropped my heart to the floor.

"O-oh." Seriously, Hummel? OH? "Were you looking for someone? Because Glee practice is over, and everyone's already gone. I can call them back if-"

"Hey, calm down, dude! We're here for you!" said a decent looking brown-haired guy. "I'm Nick, by the way."

"Oh h-hi. So um why exactly do you wish to speak to me?" I asked no one particular, just the group.

"We spoke with your father, Burt Hummel, am I correct?" I nodded, "Well he said that you have great potential in the musical theatre business, which we just heard, of course. But we were coming here looking for an audition. But that was pretty outstanding." Said an african-american boy with nice lips. God, Kurt, get yourself together.

"So you want me to attend this...Daiton?" I asked excitedly.

"Dalton, but yes. We need more beautiful countertenors like you." the Greek God said with a wink. Oh dear lord, come on blood, come back to my brain. But I kept the professional persona on and thanked him shyly.

"Yeah, that was like super cool! And he has a nice ass!" the blond one said, Jeff, earning him a glare from the hazel-eyed God and a slap from Nick.

"Are you all gay?" Oh lord, apparently i have no filter today. They all started laughing then.

"No we're just very open-minded. Well except Blaine. He's queer as a three dollar bill." says Nick. I giggled at that which makes the god, I mean, Blaine, smile. Oh my god, he likes my laugh! And he's gay. Thank Gaga.

"Guilty as charged." Blaine said, lifting both hands above his shoulders. Hey, fine with me. Better view of those arms.

"Wait, so was that good enough for admission?" I asked nervously.

"Above and beyond the qualifications!" the asian one, Wes, said with a pat on my shoulder. I winced a little, Karofsky had been going all out lately with the shoves to the lockers. Blaine's brow creased as he noticed.

"Thank you. But wait...San Francisco? As in San Francisco, California?! What about school and my friends and my dad-"

"Kurt, we spoke to your dad, but it's your choice in the end. Dalton has an academic academy within the campus." the african-american one said.

"Sadly," Jeff said with a pout.

"But you can always visit your friends whenever you like. But I think you'd like Dalton. We have a zero-tolerance policy about bullying." Blaine said with such sincerity that I just wanted to cuddle him and tell him I'm fine, but I think we both knew that was a lie.

"Yeah...I'd like that." I said. He noticed my far-off look and attempted to change the subject.

"But we also have a great show choir of our own, called the Warblers." Blaine said.

"Which Blaine practically runs." Jeff adds, earning a glare from Blaine. "What? He's crazy talented."

Blaine shifted uncomfortably at the praise. Aw, how modest. "Anyways, we can discuss this back at your house. If that's okay?" Blaine asked curiously. Oh honey, you can come to my house anytime. Ugh ew, Kurt, what is wrong with you today.

"U-uh sure. Let me just quickly go to my locker then I'll meet you guys outside. My car should be the only one in the lot by now." I offered.

"Oh don't worry, we have cars." Nick says with a cheeky smile.

"You drove all the way to Ohio?" I asked, flabbergasted.

"No, we flew, but we rented cars." Wes supplied.

"For like two days?" I ask, once again shocked.

"Yeah...we're kinda...-" Blaine trailed off.

"Extremely filthy fucking rich!" Jeff yelled happily. I roll my eyes at this. Of course, probably children of ambassadors or something.

"W-whatever, its no big deal. You can go gather your stuff now. We'll be outside." Blaine said uncomfortably.

At my locker, I looked into the small, confined space where my belongings from the past three years have been. So far, Junior year had been plain awful. But as I looked around the small space, I realized one thing had kept me sane throughout the harassment, Glee.

And of course, my emergency girl's nights with Mercedes and Tina, but mostly Glee club. It had been my rock. But now, I realize that the club has just prepared me for these next few years of my life.

I slowly packed everything into my satchel. Once everything was safely inside the designer bag, I just stared into the locker.

"Penny for your thoughts?" I jumped, startled at Blaine closeness. "O-oh sorry. I guess that was kinda creepy-"

"No, no don't worry. I just feel...kind of sad to leave, you know? This high school, this state, it's all I've ever known. What if no one at this, Dalton, likes me or they think I'm weird-"

"Woah, Kurt. Calm down. You're a very interesting, and may I add gorgeous, person. All the guys at Dalton will be crazy over you. I can already see you fending off their pervy advances." He said, sort of possessively, but it just adds to his unf-ness. He leaned in, I could feel his breathing on my neck, and I needed to move before there's would be a bigger problem.

"O-oh thank you. I guess we'll just have to see." I said hastily as we began to walk towards the entrance.

Thump!

Okay, so apparently, Karofsky was still here because i can feel the familiar bruising growing under my shoulder blade. Then there's the snickers from his jockies. But then there's an unexpected shout.

"What the hell! You douche! What's your problem? You can't just shove him like that, you ass!" Blaine growled, completely different from his former concerned and sincere nature.

"You wish you could have my ass!" Karofsky said, his little minions chuckling at this. Right when Blaine looks like he was about to strike, Wes came.

"Hey, woah, whats going on here? Lets all-" but Blaine has already started punching Karofsky, who immediately tries to shove him away but failed miserably, miscalculating Blaine's strength.

"Blaine! Blaine, stop! You'll get hurt!" I shouted, practically begging because Wes and Blaine vs. the McKinley Football team wasn't necessarily a fair match. It seemed as if my voice triggered Blaine to calm down.

"Let's go." Wes said forcefully to Blaine, sending a glare to Karofsky, who was supporting a black eye now.

After recollecting myself enough I got up and walked the short distance to the parking lot.

When we were outside, Blaine demanded, "How often does that happen?"

I was slightly taken back by his sudden concern. "What? The shoving? Thats not too bad. Just once a day-"

"Once a day? Kurt, thats abuse." Blaine says, taking my hand. Oh, and its calloused and rough against my own well moisturized one.

"I-I don't know. No one really-"

"Please don't say no one cares." Blaine begged, with his eyes, looking into my bright grey eyes.

"Then I don't know what to say." I said, tearing up. God, why am I so weak in front of him? "It doesn't really matter-"

"K-Kurt," Blaine says, eyes watering himself. "You matter." Just those two words broke me. I can't take it. The abuse, the names, the stares, the absence of support, the gazes shifting as if nothing has happened all these years. It all flooded back into my memory and I'm falling. I'm quite literally sobbing on Blaine's shoulder now.

Blaine tried to quiet me, whispering soothing words as the others exchanged sad glances. Blaine quietly whispered, "you matter to me." He softly kissed my temple and takes hold of my keys, leading me towards the black Navigator. We sat in the car, waiting for the others to get in their cars to follow me home. I felt so stupid, crying in front of these people, Blaine, who I've known for what, forty minutes? "Hey, stop thinking so hard." Blaine said, grabbing my hand and rubbing gentle circles into my palm. "I'll drive. I don't want anything to happen to you."

Oh, he cared. Stop flattering yourself, he just doesn't want to abandon the stray puppy, he probably has a hunky boyfriend waiting back at Dalton. But then he's pulling me in for another embrace, simultaneously wiping my tears off with his thumbs. And all I could think was you matter.

You matter.

Author's Note:

So I hope you liked it so far.

The song in this chapter was obviously Being Alive-Glee or Company, your choice.

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, but if I did, there would be Klaine Sex every five minutes. And then Darren would admit, somewhere in an interview, that he was absolutely in love with Chris. Than Chris would would cry and they would have one of those soulmate moments. Not a CrissColfer fan at all, just needed the salvation. This breakup has made me crazy.

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