A/N: So this is my first time writing any sort of fanfiction, let alone Klaine. I would like to thank my editor, William Nolan for proofreading and giving me notes on my story. I'm thinking this is going to be a multi-chapter, retelling of Season 2 of Glee, but through Blaine's POV.

I do not own Glee. That masterpiece belongs to Ryan Murphy, and the writers. However, I will have a couple of original characters strewn throughout this story. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

It was the end of summer, and Blaine was not too excited about it. The end of sophomore year had been tough on him, especially with transferring from his old public school to a private, all boys academy. Thankfully, he had his boyfriend, Xander, and his budding new friendship with Wes and David from the Warblers. Seeing as how both of them were on vacation with their girlfriends, it gave Blaine and Xander some time to themselves.

On the last day of summer, Blaine was sitting in his empty room, when he felt his phone vibrate.

From: Xander

"Hey Blaine, can we meet at Starbucks? I have something I want to talk to you about." - X -

Blaine hastily typed a response,

From: Blaine

"Yeah sure. I can be there in half an hour. Love you." - B -

He didn't get a reply with an "I love you too," which Blaine found strange. However, he didn't think anything of it, threw on a cardigan, and headed out.

He couldn't wait to see Xander since they hadn't seen or spoken to each other all day. Seniors at Dalton had the privilege of moving into their rooms a day early, so it made sense that Xander couldn't hang out with Blaine. He couldn't help but think back to how he and Xander met:

It was his second day at Dalton, and Blaine was completely and utterly lost. As he was standing, campus map in hand, a tall, blonde haired, fair-skinned boy came up to him and said "Hey, you lost or something?"

Blaine was taken aback, because this was the first person who had decided to actually speak to him. And it didn't hurt that he was actually pretty decent to look at. He mumbled in reply, "No, not lost, just the new kid, trying to find his way around...ok maybe I am lost. Where is the math hall?"

The boy couldn't help but laugh before responding, "It's ok, I get it. Dalton is huge. It's pretty easy to get lost in this maze of hallways. I'm Xander, by the way."

"I'm Blaine. It's a pleasure to meet you," Blaine said, using his best manners possible.

"Ever the gentleman, aren't we?" Xander said in a sly response. "I look forward to seeing you around school, Blaine. The math hall is down the corridor, to the right." He turned around, shot Blaine a wink, and walked in the other direction.

'Maybe transferring here won't be so bad after all,' he thought to himself.

As Blaine got out of his Jetta, he couldn't help but smile as he saw Xander's BMW in the parking lot, a few spots away from his. He walked inside, and already saw Xander sitting at a table, venti cup in hand.

'That's weird,' Blaine thought to himself. 'Xander always waits for me before he orders his coffee.' He tried to just shrug it off again as he got to the barista. "Can I get a medium iced drip with room for cream?" he ordered swiftly.

"Anything else for you today, dear?" the barista asked warmly.

Blaine answered, "I think that'll be it for today. Thank you very much."

"That will be $1.85," she informed him.

He gave her $3.00 and told her, "Keep the change." The barista handed him his coffee, and he sauntered over to the table Xander was sitting at. Blaine could feel that something was off with Xander, and this whole situation, and was growing concerned. "Hey babe, how was your day? Did you get everything settled into your room?" Blaine asked, still trying to sound cheerful and nonchalant.

"Everything went fine," Xander explained flatly. "Blaine, we need to talk."

Blaine suddenly sat up much more rigidly in his chair. He knew that hearing those four words in combination was never a good thing, but he kept up his show face, and tried to hide the worry he felt. "Is everything ok? Did something happen today?" he inquired.

Xander just sat across from him, no emotion in his face or words. "No, nothing happened today. Blaine, we need to talk about us," he said using his finger to gesture between the two of them. "This isn't really working out for me," he continued on.

To say that Blaine was shocked would be an understatement. The two of them were just talking yesterday about how Blaine wanted to audition for the Warblers his junior year so the two of them could spend even more time together. Blaine was dumbstruck, and all he could manage to say was "Did I do something to upset or annoy you, Xander?"

Blaine was not expecting to hear the next words that came out of his now ex boyfriend's mouth. "No of course not. This has nothing to do with you, and everything to do with me. I'm a senior now, and I'm gonna be going away to college next year, and I don't want to hurt you in the long run," he said, sounding almost rehearsed.

"Of course. The whole 'it's not you, it's me' routine. I get it, Xander. If you were bored, or not satisfied with me, you could have said something earlier on and spared both of us the trouble," Blaine spat out. He was angry, but tried to keep his composure and manners about him. As he got up to walk out of the coffee shop, he took one last look at Xander and said, "Don't let the Warblers know about our breakup. It's none of their business, and I don't need that affecting my audition. Have a nice life, Xander."

As Blaine was getting into his car, he paused, hoping against hope that Xander would try and chase after him, try and apologize. Something. But after a few minutes, and Xander still hadn't even flinched from the table, Blaine knew there was nothing left, and drove back home. He waited until he was in the confines of his room before he finally let his emotions out, and he cried. 'Tomorrow is not going to be pleasant,' he thought to himself before sleep inevitably overtook him.