Blaine Anderson. A transfer student from Dalton Academy, in Westerville, had somehow ended up here: William McKinley High School in Lima. Life at Dalton was a day-to-day struggle for him, so he knew it was time to go, but never did he think he'd be standing in the halls of a public school. Especially after what happened to him and his friend at a Sadie Hawkins' dance in middle school.
Blaine took a deep breath and walked into the building. It seemed perfectly normal to him in those first few moments standing there. Jocks in their lettermen jackets all in one seamless group, friends smiling and talking to each other up and down he halls. 'I can do this,' he thought to himself. 'I can be normal.'
Blain took out his course list and his map of McKinley from his bag, and started walking down the halls towards his first class, he figured he'd find his locker later. He was so busy looking at his papers, he wasn't watching where he was going and literally, walked into someone, causing the other person's books to fall to the ground.
"I'm sorry!" Blaine said, kneeling down to collect the stranger's books for them.
"It's completely fine, I wasn't—" The voice cut off as Blaine handed this person their books and their eyes met. "— watching where I was going." The man almost whispered a moment or two later. "New here?"
Now it was time for Blaine to shake himself out of his thoughts, and not just focus on the most beautiful blue eyes he'd ever seen, but also the smooth angelic voice that accompanies them. "Yeah, it's my first day. That obvious?" Blaine replied shyly.
The man chuckled, a soft melodic chuckle that Blaine felt like he melted into it. "Well, no, but I'd remember those eyes anywhere." Blaine did his best to hide the soft pink blush that was trying to show. "I'm Kurt by the way." Kurt extend his hand to Blaine.
"Blaine." Blaine shook Kurt's hand.
"Blaine." Kurt repeated. "Do you need help finding your classes?"
"That'd be great. Thank you Kurt." He already loved the feel of Kurt's name on his tongue.
Kurt took Blaine's paper and looked it over carefully. "So, as it turns out, we have first period together. After class I'll show you to where your second period is?"
"That sounds great." Blaine smiled a gentle smile that he'd forgotten he could even do. It'd been so long since his smiles were genuine.
"Let's go then." Kurt smiled back, and Blaine knew he only wanted to see Kurt smile again, and again. Blaine walked at Kurt's side to the classroom, and Kurt gave Blaine back his course list. "So, after class then?" Blaine simply nodded, and followed as Kurt stepped into the room. Kurt took a seat next to some girl and they already seemed to be in a deep conversation. Blaine walked up to the teacher and showed him a transfer slip, then sat in the seat directed by the teacher. However, it wasn't like there were many options, there was only one seat available, and that seat was right beside Kurt. "Welcome to Hell." He heard Kurt whisper. Blaine looked up to see Kurt looking back at him.
"That bad?" Blaine asked.
"Worse." Kurt mouthed as the teacher began his lesson.
Kurt was right, before long Blaine was doodling in his notebook and wasn't paying attention to the teacher at all. To his dismay, class felt like he'd been sitting there for hours, however, he couldn't feel too bad because every now and again, in the corner of his eye, he saw Kurt looking at him. Once class was over, he put his books in his bag, and took out his course sheet. All too soon Kurt was looking right at him, and the girl he sat beside had disappeared out the door.
"What class do you have now?" Kurt asked sweetly, holding to his word to help Blaine. Blaine didn't know why, but he sort of expected Kurt to just leave, but he was ever so glad Kurt didn't.
Blaine looked down at the piece of paper in his hands. "Um… Spanish with Mr. Schuester? In room—"
"112." Kurt broke in. "You're lucky, Mr. Schue is the best school this dead-beat town has to offer." Kurt began as they started walking.
"Oh?" Blaine asked, hoping that Kurt would continue.
"Yeah. Mr. Schue's that one teacher who actually cares, and he teaches you important things about life too, but only if you choose to listen. He also directs the Glee Club. We're the bottom of the social tetum pole, but we have each other, and Mr. Schue."
"Glee Club?" Blaine perked up.
Kurt smiled at Blaine's child-like way of saying it. "Yeah, do you sing?"
"Holy shit! You're the New Directions!" Blaine puzzled together. "You guys killed it at regionals last year!" Blaine noticed the confused look on Kurt's face, so then continued. "I was in the Dalton Academy Warblers, you guys beat us by a landslide!" Blaine seemed overly happy at the thought of being beaten, Kurt couldn't help but chuckle a bit.
"Oh right! You're the one with the dreamy voice who sang 'Raise Your Glass.' I honestly thought you guys had it."
'Dreamy voice?' Blaine thought. At that the bell sounded.
"Shit, I've got to run to my class, your class is the first door on the right. I'll see you later Blaine." Kurt smiled then ran off down the hall, disappearing into a sea of people.
Blaine walked into the room and noticed the girl who he'd seen Kurt with, and she too noticed him. In fact, she was watching his every move as Blaine showed Mr. Schuester his transfer slip, and as he took his seat, right in front of the girl. Blaine felt like he'd done something wrong with how the girl was looking at him, but he tried not to notice and payed close attention to the actual class. Once class was over, Blaine was startled by a voice. "So you're friends with Kurt?" Blaine turned in the direction of the voice to notice it was that girl.
"Well, today's my first day and he's been so helpful and kind to me."
"What are your intentions with him?" She asked, her eyes not wavering.
"Um, what? I don't—"
"Rachel, what are you doing?" It was Kurt's voice coming from the doorway, it was then that Blaine realized the entire class had left, including Mr. Schuester.
Rachel looked up and smiled at him. "I'm making sure you won't get hurt."
"How thoughtful." Kurt rolled his eyes. "Leave him alone Rach."
Her eyes became soft, and pleading. "But Kurt! I just want to protect you!" She protested.
"I think I can take care of myself, but thanks. Now, don't you have to go find Finn?"
"Oh, right!" She then ran out of the room.
"Are you okay?" Kurt's voice was soft as he slowly stepped into the room.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." Blaine packed away his books and stood up.
"I'm so sorry about Rachel, she oversteps the line sometimes. I know it comes from a place of caring, but she needs to take it back sometimes."
"No, it's completely fine. She cares about you, so I understand."
"I hope she didn't scare you." Kurt looked down at his feet shyly.
Blaine walked up and stood in front of Kurt. "I'm still here, aren't I?" Blaine smiled when Kurt looked up at him so innocently.
"So, um, what do you have next. I have my lunch break, but I can take you to your class if you want?"
He looked over his paper, then back up at Kurt. "I also have lunch now."
"Care to join me?"
"I'd be honoured."
Kurt lead Blaine outside to the bleachers, there were some kids out there too, but most were inside. "It's quieter out here." Kurt explained. After they sat down, Kurt looked at Blaine inquisitively, then finally said, "So, what made you leave Dalton?" Blaine's eyes shot up to meet Kurt's and he looked like a deer to headlights. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked."
"No, I mean, it's a perfectly reasonable question. I guess, the best answer I can give you is that I never really fit in."
"How could you not? I mean, you were the lead singer in the Warblers, were you not?"
Blaine smiled a little. "I was, but I guess the more they got to know me, the more they alienated me." Blaine's smile faded just as quickly as it came.
"I'm sorry Blaine— I know how hard it is."
"You do?" Blaine looked up at Kurt and was met with kind and sympathetic eyes.
"I'm in senior year here and I'm still an outcast and I have to deal with crap from some football payers. It doesn't help that I pull focus." Kurt teased then laughed, and Blaine laughed too. He didn't remember the last time he laughed, but he could easily get used to laughing and smiling again. If this is what McKinley would do for him, he'd be so glad to stay.
-Working on more. Let me know what you think. :)