CHAPTER ONE

"So are you two dating?" Chelsea asked wanting every single detail on the nature of their relationship.

"Were you not listening?" Kurt Hummel interjected. "I. Don't. Like. Him." He banged on the arm of his alabaster suede chair on each syllable.

The audience laughs. Kurt sat back smugly knowing that the audience loved his charismatic personality.

"And why not?" Chelsea leaned in.

"He is just...not my type." Kurt smiled trying to put it lightly. "And Blaine, if you're watching- and I know you are-, the next time you take my hair gel I'll report you to the police."

"Ohhh." goes the deep groan of the audience.

He shuts the TV off.

"Can you believe him?" Blaine Anderson blasted. "I took his gel once. Once! And he's going around saying it like I've done it countless times." He said in rage. "I can't go to a GQ photo shoot with sex hair."

"Blaine, honey, you've done it so many more times than once." Allandra, his hair dresser, pointed out. She squirted his luxury shampoo into her hands and rubbed it into his curly black hair. "But, I know, having hot sex with a guy that you, in the public's eye, hate can be tricky to hide." She tilted his head back to wash the shampoo out. "So ya gotta do what ya gotta do."

"Shut the hell up, Ally." He said as his head was lowered into the washing bowl. "I'm not even sober half the time so you can't hold me to anything."

"If you keep drinking like that you'll lose your abs and your sanity." She sprayed his head with soothing warm water.

Blaine sighed. "I can't stop. I get invited to too many parties."

Ally walks across the room to retrieve a towel and wraps it around Blaine's hair. "Have you ever tried- I don't know- talking to him without alcohol in your system?" She wrapped a smaller towel around his neck to catch any stray drops of water.

"Are you kidding?" He scoffed. "He's even more irritating when I actually know what he's saying."

"Okay, then as the best friend you've got, I have to tell you that you need to." She said. "Because you're the kind of drunk that does what his sober self wants to do so badly but is worried about what they'll say."

Blaine stood up and faced her with the towel wrapped upward on his head. "So..?"

"That means your subconscious wants Kurt." She explained. "You want Kurt."

"You're out of your mind." Blaine made a gesture with his hands and walked out of the room.

"Blaine, you forgot your robe." She shouted as he left. "No he didn't." She realized when he didn't come back. She snickered at the thought of him walking around backstage that signature Blaine Anderson 'Bitch, I'm flawless' look on his face.

Allandra Wells, or Ally as she likes to be called, and Blaine Anderson had been best friends ever since she skipped two grades and showed up at his school as a fourteen year old sophomore. Blaine had been so deep in the closet then, like behind the coats and everything, and she helped him get out. They were actually dating when he told her. One night artificially-straight Blaine tried to have sex with her but was overwhelmed by the swelled chest and the thought of being inside of a vagina. Then he fainted- like that's not gay. When he woke up she was right there like she had never left.

"Blaine?" She felt him move but wondered if he was awake.

"Hey, Ally." He rubbed his eyes in that adorable way he always did. "I'm so sorry." He sighed.

"I didn't even wanna have sex, babe." She said. "You think I wanna end up like my mother?"

Ally's mother was a prostitute and Ally was the result of her skipping a pill. Her dad was an ex-gang member bum asshole who never lifted his lazy bottom off of their tacky living room couch. Ally didn't know about any uncles, aunts, grandparents. She never felt like a family when she was with her parents. They always made her feel like a mistake.

"N-no. No. God no." He stuttered. "I just-"

"Thought I was ready? Thought you were ready?" She said like she could read minds. He had no answer. "You need to stop listening to those guys you hang out with, Blaine. I would say friends but I know they're not."

"Puck and Sam?" Blaine tried to defend them. "They're totally my friends."

"If they were your friends you would have told them that you didn't wanna have sex." She told him. "And I'm pretty sure they would have been fine with it."

"What makes you think I'm not ready?" He said all defensively.

"You fainted, Blaine." Ally felt like she was describing color to a blind man. Everything was so obvious, yet he couldn't see it. "But I understand. It's overwhelming and kinda scary."

"Scary?" Blaine didn't get what she meant by that considering all most kids are feeling before sex is excitement.

"Scary knowing that I could get pregnant and have to drop out of school or, again, be like my mom." She said. "School, my brain, is all I have going for me. Otherwise I'm just another hood rat from DC with a ghetto-ass made up name that no one's ever going to take seriously unless I show them."

"You're so smart and open minded and beautiful." Blaine spilled. "You could do anything. Even bring me to my senses."

She smiled. "Thanks."

"I love you." Blaine blurted out. "But when I was kissing you last night, and all the other times I kiss you, it didn't feel like I think it should feel."

"With tongue? Cause you know I find that kinda nasty because you always seem to taste like-"

"No." Blaine shook his head. "With passion. With me wanting more and you not stopping me." Ally didn't say anything and she wasn't offended, she just listened. "Like-like I would d-do with a guy." Blaine hesitated.

Again, she just sat and waited for him to say it, to admit it. "I'm gay." he confessed. "I'm fucking gay." he bowed his head and started to cry. Blaine Anderson was crying. 'I don't give a shit about anything' Anderson was crying.

"And I'm black." She shrugged. "Seventy years ago people said we couldn't amount to anything but here we are smart as hell, and strong as ever." She wrapped her arm around his shoulder. "Being gay is just an opportunity to show them that you're better than everyone else because if they think you can, they won't pay you any mind. But if there's something wrong"- she enhanced the word with air quotes- "with you; it'll make it make it all the more unbelievable."

"I don't want my sexuality to make me special." Blaine said.

"It doesn't." She confirmed. "But that's how everyone else sees it so we have to work harder to show that that's not the only thing we are. You're an amazing person, Blaine. Use that to your advantage."

"You're so smart." Blaine admired. Blaine took her into her arms. "When we graduate next year we should go to New York." He said still in the embrace.

"For what?" Ally didn't let go.

"You could probably go to some kick ass college with your grades." His jaw was moving up and down on her shoulder. "And I really wanna go into design. New York's like perfect for both of us."

"Where have you been?" Ally said when the angry super model stormed back in the room half an hour after he stormed out. "We have two hours till the show and we still have to prep."

"I needed a break from your enormous brain." He said gesturing for her to get out of his chair.

"So you went to get some enormous c-?" She was interrupted but noticed some residue on the side of his mouth.

"That is no business of yours." He sat down in his chair and snapped his fingers. "C'mon. Chop chop. We only have two hours."

"You're such a whore." Ally grinned while wiping his sexually stained lips.