A/N: Hello guys! This is my first klaine fanfic ever and I'm nervous of how it's going to turn out so wish me luck! Um, this is an AU fanfic and I'm in a contest with my friend to see who will write the best fanfic. Enjoy! :)
Kurt's POV
"Everyone, share with the class about what you want to do in life." Ms. Holiday says.
I taped my blue pencil against the corner of my desk.
I wanted it all.
Broadway.
Fame.
A boyfriend.
Yes, I Kurt Hummel wanted a boyfriend. Even though I hide my true feelings behind my stubborn bitchiness, I wanted to be in love.
"Kurt," Rachel whispers and nudges me. "Ms. Holiday is calling you."
Ms. Holiday looks at me expectant.
"I want to be on Broadway." I say. I didn't feel the need to elaborate. These people are all a bunch of losers who will never get out of this town called Ohio. But I'm going to New York with Rachel and nothing is going to stop us.
When everyone finished saying that they wanted to work at a dumpster, a loud knocking sound filled the room which stopped everyone's conversations.
Ms. Holiday walked towards the door and opened it.
A boy walked in the room and said, "Hello, my name is Blaine Anderson."
My back was still turned towards the door as I was still talking to Rachel because I mean, we get new students all the time and I've wished for one to be cute but they never fail to disappoint me.
Rachel stopped right in the middle of her sentence and looked stunned. I finally turned around and looked at the new boy. His looks caused me to do a double-take and I'm sorry but he took my breath away.
His curly black hair was gelled back with a bit of volume and his outfit was a black polo with a red, white, black, and grey bowtie. He had red pants that stopped a little above his ankle and a white belt with black shoes.
Don't even get me started on his face. He was just, wow. He is by far, the most beautiful boy I have ever seen. He was really hot and I just couldn't take my eyes off of him.
He walked to the empty seat beside me and sat down. I snapped out of my trance and looked at Rachel who was licking her lips. "He's hot." Rachel blurted out loud. Blaine looked in our direction and my face turned as red as a tomato. I quickly looked down at my table but I could feel his eyes on us.
"Ha-ha, thanks." Blaine said smiling.
God, he's so dapper.
Rachel leaned in her chair and whispered in my ear, "Kurt, you totally need to tap that!"
I rolled my eyes and looked at her. "Look at him! How could a guy who looks like sex on a stick be gay?"
"I can hear y'all." He says with a smirk, not looked up from his notebook.
Shit.
Blaine's POV
"I'm sorry Blaine. There are just too many gays at Dalton." My mom said.
I groaned.
"But I had friends there!" I whined.
"Well, you will make new friends here as well. And you'll be with your sister, Quinn." She said parking the car into a parking lot.
I sighed and stepped out the car. I walked in the entrance of the school and went straight to the restroom. I walked to the mirror and looked at my outfit in satisfaction. If today is my first day, I have to make a good impression. Besides, I won't be wearing a Dalton Blazer.
I walked out the restroom and went to my classroom. Ms. Holiday is my teacher. What an interesting name.
I knocked on the door and after a while, no one came. I knocked louder and a medium-height lady with blonde hair opened the door and smiled.
"You must be Blaine." She says.
I nod and walk past her. I noticed that everyone's conversations stopped and everyone looked at me with immense eyes and wide mouths. "Hello, my name is Blaine Anderson." I say and I walk to the only empty seat in the classroom.
I sat down and I heard a girl voice next to me say, "He's hot."
I looked in the direction it was coming from and she had long, brown wavy hair and a vintage styled red dress.
"Ha-ha, thanks." I smile.
The boy next to her was still staring at me with broad eyes and his mouth open. By the looks of him, I could tell he was gay.
He was wearing a pink shirt with tiny black polka dots with dark white suspenders and a tinted olive green scarf. He was wearing white skinny jeans and a black belt.
"Kurt, you should totally tap that!" The girl next to I'm guessing Kurt whispers.
Okay, that would be implying his gay.
"Look at him! How could a guy who looks like sex on a stick be gay?" Kurt says.
Now that proves my point. But I'm not gay, I'm straight. And even if I was gay, my parents would cut off my head and sell it. That's because my parents are very homophobic. Quinn, Cooper, and I are okay with them because I mean, they are being themselves and they aren't bothering me.
"I can hear you guys." I say because although it was flattering that they thought I was hot, they are very disturbing.
Kurt's face turns as red as strawberries but Rachel was unfazed.
"My name is Rachel and this is Kurt." Rachel says leaning over Kurt to shake my hand.
"It's nice to meet you," I say. "Quinn talks a lot about you."
"Not good things…" I thought.
Her face brightens. "You know Quinn?"
"She's my sister."
"Oh my God if this isn't just perfect! Quinn never told me she had a brother!" She said ecstatically.
Kurt sat in-between our conversation awkwardly, looking uncomfortable.
"Since she can sing, you obviously can sing! You must audition for the glee club!"
"You know, I was in a glee club at my old school."
Kurt perked up and asked, "Wait, were you the lead singer for The Warblers?"
I nod.
Kurt's POV
I was annoyed that Rachel was so friendly and open to Blaine. I wanted to say something but I couldn't think of anything.
"You know, I was in a glee club at my old school."
"Wait; were you the lead singer for The Warblers?" I asked.
He nods.
Oh my.
He's the Blaine Anderson of the Warblers probably! I have all his songs organized into a playlist on YouTube! He was my guilty pleasure that I run to every time I'm having a bad day and his voice would take all my troubles away.
"Are you okay?" He asks.
"Yeah, I'm fine!" I grin innocently.
"Well, you must be the new male lead! I mean, I know we have Finn but we went through a nasty break-up and-"she rambles.
He held his hand up to stop her from talking.
"Say no more. I was planning on it."
Blaine's POV
"Welcome back seniors!" Mr. Schuester says.
All the students sitting in the front of the auditorium, next to Mr. Schuester start to clap.
"Sorry guys, but you will have to audition again."
Groans filled the auditorium.
"But Mr. Schue, you already know we can sing!" A guy who was freakishly tall, like a giant in a Leatherman jacket argued.
"It's not fair to the newcomers."
Everyone looked to the back of the auditorium at me, this blonde, Justin Bieber kind of hair guy, and a girl named Harmony.
"Well, let's get started, Harmony Pearce." Mr. Schue calls out.
She skips up onto the stage and grabs the microphone.
"I will be singing I'm The Greatest Star by my idol, Barbra Streisand."
I heard Rachel laugh at her song selection.
Harmony clears her throat and belts out, "Cause I'm, the greatest star. I am by far, but no one knows it…." She sings.
Rachel stops giggling as soon as Harmony sang the first sentence.
I mean, wow. Harmony was talented, that's for sure. She sang through the song and at the end, everyone stood and clapped but Rachel ran out the door of the auditorium. We could hear loud weeping coming from the outside.
I wanted to go help her but- "Blaine Anderson."
I breathe in and out and walk to the stage.
"I will be singing Cough Syrup by Young the Giant."
Everyone looked expectantly at me and Quinn nodded her head with a smile.
I put the microphone on the stand and looked at the piano guy and nodded my head. For some reason, they always know what song we are singing.
The music starts and I take a deep breath, and sing.
"Life's too short to even care at all, oh, whoa, oh,"
I look at Quinn for reassurance and she grins.
I'm losin' my mind, losin' my mind, losin' control
oh oh,
These fishes in the sea, they're staring at me whoa oh,
Oh oh
A wet world aches for a beat of a drum,
Whoa Oh
If I could find a way to see this straight
I'd run away
To some fortune that I, I should have found by now
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down, come down
Life's too short to even care at all oh whoa
I'm coming up now, coming up now, out of the blue oh
These zombies in the park, they're looking for my heart
Oh oh oh oh
A dark world aches for a splash of the sun oh oh
If I could find a way to see this straight
I'd run away
To some fortune that I, I should have found by now
And so I run now to the things they said could restore me,
Restore life the way it should be
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down
Life's too short to even care at all oh
I'm losing my mind, losing my mind, losing control
If I could find a way to see this straight
I'd run away
To some fortune that I, I should have found by now
And so I run now to the things they said could restore me,
Restore life the way it should be
I'm waiting for this cough syrup to come down
One more spoon of cough syrup now, oh whoa
One more spoon of cough syrup now, oh whoa oh oh
By the end of the song, tears were streaming out of my eyes because of the emotion behind the song.
"That was- that was amazing." Mr. Schue says.
"Thank you."
No one stood, no one moved, everyone's faces were like how they were back when I walked in the classroom.
"You're hot." A Latina girl in a cheerleading outfit says.
"Uh, thank you."
"You weren't all that." The Frankenstein guy said.
I roll my eyes. "Okay…" I say walking off the stage.
"That wasn't nice Finn." Mr. Schue says slapping Finn on the head.
"Ow!" Finn says grabbing the area he hit.
As I walked past Kurt, he grabbed my arm and said, "You took my breath away."
I stared at him with shock.
Whoa. No one has told me that before.
"I'm glad I could please you." I say with a smile.
He melts and I walk away awkwardly.
I couldn't stay to hear everyone sing. So as I walked out the auditorium, I found Rachel sitting against the tan lockers.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
She sniffles. "She was better than me."
I sigh and sit next to her.
"Then you should strive to be better. That only means she's your competition. She's only better than you if you think she is. You're really good Rachel, I remember you from competitions," I say trying to cheer her up. I stand up and say, "I can't wait to see you on Broadway."
She giggles and says, "Thanks Blaine. You're a really good friend."
I smile and head towards the door to where my best friend, Sarah was waiting for me.
"So, how was school Blainers?" Sarah asks as I open the door to the passenger's seat of her black Toyota Camry.
"Good, apparently, I'm hot, I'm sex on a stick, I take people's breath away, I'm a really good singer, and I'm a good friend."
Sarah laughs and asks, "Who told you all those lies?"
I roll my eyes and push her.
"When I walked in the class, everyone was staring at me like I was chocolate cake, and this girl named Rachel, this gay guy named Kurt, and this Latina girl whose name I think is Santana said I was hot. Also, Kurt said I took his breath away."
"Ooo, Looks like you got a crusher." Sarah teases.
"Ugh, not this again, this has happened too many times at Dalton."
She giggles. "Yep, tell me about it. It cracks me up when you come to my house, knocking on my door saying, "Another one."
She causes me to smile. "Yeah, you've been through it all with me."
"And don't forget it! I will always be the one that knows you better than anyone else."
And she's not lying about that.
Kurt's POV
Oh God, I can't believe I said that to him! That's so unlike me and right after I told him, he left the auditorium! He must have thought I was creepy.
Rachel told me to go for it and I did. He probably won't be friends with me. Nonetheless talk to me. I sat idly watching my friends re-audition. Mr. Schue always likes to save me for last for some reason. And that reminds me of Blaine's performance.
Wow.
He was spectacular, remarkable, and just simply incredible. Just like when I watch him on YouTube but seeing it in person is always better. I never admit when people are more musically talented than me but Blaine was way better. Compared to him, I sound like a sewer rat.
"Kurt."
Sigh. Thank God he's not here to watch me suck.
I walk up to the stage and Finn tosses the microphone to me.
"My name is Kurt Hummel and I will be auditioning for the role of… a glee club member and I will be singing Don't Cry for Me Argentina from Evita."
Why did I always have to say that? That was so embarrassing.
It won't be easy, you'll think it strange
When I try to explain how I feel
that I still need your love after all that I've done
You won't believe me
All you will see is a girl you once knew
Although she's dressed up to the nines
At sixes and sevens with you
I had to let it happen, I had to change
Couldn't stay all my life down at heel
Looking out of the window, staying out of the sun
So I chose freedom
Running around, trying everything new
But nothing impressed me at all
I never expected it to
[Chorus:]
Don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your-
"What are you idiots doing in my auditorium?" A mean, blonde haired lady we all know and hate says interrupting me. Sue Sylvester.
"We have kids auditioning Sue." Mr. Schue says, trying to say as calm as possible.
I stand awkwardly on the stage wanting to continue. Cheerleaders start to come from behind Sue and they have sly grins on their faces.
""Not in here you're not. I'll need you fatties and trolls to evacuate this auditorium in 2.5 seconds. If you stay for even one millisecond past 2.5 seconds, I will go to the animal shelter and get you guys a kitty cat. I will let you fall in love with that kitty cat. And then on some dark, cold night I will break into your home, steal the kitty cat and punch you in the face."
I shivered with fear. Man, that lady knows how to get you weak in the knees.
"Sue, this is our auditorium. Who says it's yours?" Finn says stepping up to her.
"Well, Teen Solomon Grundy. Principal Figgins said so because you national losing idiots has never won anything and until that change, this auditorium is mine."
Finn was taken aback and gritted his teeth, then stomps out of the auditorium.
"What about my song?" I shout.
"Sorry Porcelain, no one wants to hear you screech anymore." Sue says tapping her clipboard.
My mouth drops open in shock. How could she say such a thing?
I huff and follow the rest out the auditorium.
"Well guys, we will just have to do our performances in the choir room from now on until said otherwise." Mr. Schue says sighing.
Am I really that porcelain? I thought.
"Man, this sucks booty crap. That auditorium is ours!" Puck says angrily.
"We can't do anything. If that's what Figgins says then…" Mr. Schue says trailing off.
"I don't care what that say!" Finn yells kicking a music stand.
"Finn, relax." Quinn says soothingly.
"Man, I'm out." Finn says kicking the door open to exit.
I sigh in defeat. But I wasn't sighing about losing the auditorium. I was sighing about one Blaine Anderson.