Author's Note:
Hello people!
So, I am currently writing a Klaine fanfic... A little waring at the beginning: English is not my mothertongue - I am german. I have a Beta (VoyageAsia), who makes sure that I don't make any major mistakes, I just wanted to let you know.
I have already written a big part of the story, and so in the beginning I will post a lot, the first two Chapters today. Then later, I will make sure to update every Monday, or in some cases, if there is a problem or me/my beta have something that we still are not satisfied with I will post Tuesdays.
Alright, I hope you enjoy the first Chapter! If you do - I'm always happy about reviews!
Monday.
Blaine hated Mondays.
And Tuesdays as well.
And if we're at it, he hated everyday he had to spend at school.
"School," he muttered as he got ready for this hell hole in the middle of Lima, "is supposed to be a place that students like to go to." He grabbed his clothes and took them to the bathroom next door. He didn't lock the door because there was no one that would come in anyways. The bathroom on the second floor is his alone since his older brother Cooper moved out.
'A place to happily learn new stuff, to enjoy becoming an adult and to learn to properly interact with people.', he recited as he cleaned his face with cold water to really wake up, to get out of his sleeping haze. He didn't shower in the mornings - he wasn't a sweaty sleeper and no one would really look at him at school anyways. There's plenty of time after school for a nice long shower.
'But no,' he took his toothbrush and started brushing his teeth, ' instead, the school is filled witch a bunch of bored adults, judging us and destroying any positive thoughts associated with learning and letting bigger kids pick on smaller ones...' He rinsed his mouth with water and started fixing his hair with a near by comb, '...and letting us judge each other and not really watching and -' he sighed.
Being depressed about it wouldn't help anything. 'Happy thoughts Blaine!' He put the comb away and smiled at himself in the mirror. His own hazel eyes looked back at him, not happily in the slightest. The brown-haired boy cleared his throat and started humming some tunes to cheer himself up again, and returned to the task at hand: getting ready for hell.
Or, as ready as he would ever be.
Half an hour later his hair was gelled as he liked it, and he was dressed in a cotton blend striped sweater, a dark blue bow tie and some snug fitting jeans. He may have looked a little preppy, but he liked it. He liked feeling grown up and well educated. So what if it's not considered 'cool' at his school? Doctor Who said it himself - bow ties are cool. And Blaine couldn't agree more!
He grabbed his bag after checking he hadn't left his homework on his desk and then went downstairs and into the big kitchen where his mother was often found cooking.
"Morning, my dear." She said, hurrying through the room.
"Morning, Mom." He grabbed the plate that his mother prepared for him and enjoyed his breakfast while trying to chat with her every time she rushes into the kitchen.
When he asked, she said she has some sort of luncheon with some friends later in the morning she had things to prepare for.
After he ate, he decided to leave for school.
There was plenty of time left but you never knew if there would be a lot of traffic and, simply said, the earlier he would arrive, the less football players would cross his way.
It was a beautiful spring morning, so Blaine grabbed a light jacket and got into his car. The thing was that Blaine always wore something to cover his arms. Back in middle school, the other boys used to mock him because he wasn't muscular enough in their eyes. A blond boy named Tobias had been the worst. He would pinch poor Blaine's arms until they turned all red and bruised, or push him around and call him weak.
Ever since, Blaine worked out regulary – he had asked for a punching bag the following Christmas and was still taking several Self-Defence lessons.
And though he was kind of muscular now, he still felt ashamed of his little tummy and didn't want to give ammunition to the bullies at McKinley. They were mean enough as it was.
The ten minute ride to school only took Blaine half the time, which made the boy frown. What was he supposed to do with 40 minutes left before school started?
He started fiddling around with the steeling wheel and then with his sleeves, looked around the almost empty parking lot of the school, and then checked the time again on his phone.
38 minutes left.
Blaine frowned again. The dark haired boy had nothing to do really.
People tended to call him a nerd or a teacher's pet but he never had been the type of guy to bring apples or other presents for his teachers and put them on their desks. Or come to school early, or - Oh wait.
He was simply clever. And charming, or so he was told.
And yes, he liked to make small talk with his teachers - of course he did! It was simply rude if you didn't answer if you were spoken to, wasn't it? And he certainly was not rude. He was a people pleaser so what?
37 minutes left.
'Fine,' Blaine thought, 'can't stay in here forever, can I?'.
So the ravin-haired boy grabbed his bag , checked his bow tie in the mirror of his car and got out into the light sunshine.
"Ha, look over there!"
"Huh?"
"It's that Anderson guy. I knew it, bet he's eager to get back to his favorite place in the world."
"Maybe he studies in the library before school starts."
"Yeah, nerd can't get enough of it."
"God, I'd be seriously so embarrassed."
Blaine stopped in his tracks, wanting to turn around and ask the girls why they were at school early and tell them that he simply drove fast today, but then again he didn't need a confrontation that early in the morning. And who knew if they had boyfriends?
'Fucking perfect.' He thought, and made his way into the building anyways.
He wandered around the halls and when the school slowly began filling with teachers and students alike, he made his way to his locker, watching out not to collide with anybody - he didn't want any sorts of confrontation.
The first two lessons went great, biology and history.
Biology was one of Blaine's favorite subjects, so he didn't let snickers or comments influence his good mood when he got all the right answers to the questions his teacher asked him. History was okay. Blaine liked to learn about different times and wars and other historical stuff and he was good at it (once more thanks to Doctor Who) but sometimes it was boring too. His teacher, a relatively old man, had superhuman eyes and ears, so no one got to call him names or mock him or throw things at him.
English and Math weren't all that great for the hazel eyed boy though. In English he was paired up with one of the school sluts. So that basically meant that he did all the work while she texted under the desk, silently laughing and giving him bad looks, as though his social status could rub off on her.
After the lesson a boy in a McKinley red varsity jacket pushed him into the lockers. "I don't want you anywhere near my girl again, got that?" Oh. So that was the guy that got to touch her boobs this week? "If I'll see you trying anything on her, it won't end well for you, got that?"
Blaine simply lowered his eyes, and mumbled, "Yeah, no, I got that. I won't - uh, try anything, promise."
The guy, a football player, Blaine remembered, with the name Taylor, slammed his fist into the lockers near Blaine's head as a threat, and then left. His 'girlfriend' looked at Blaine arrogantly, and went after her boyfriend.
"Right, as if he'd have a chance with me, Tay."
Inwardly, Blaine is seething. Firstly, he would bet with anybody that he could beat 'Tay' up anytime, and secondly... if that dude only knew that his girlfriend would idolize him as soon as he washed the gel out of his curls and became Devon...
Because when she was on her phone during class? Blaine could see himself virtually smile up at her from her screen. She googled Devon on the Internet and then added pictures of him into a folder on her phone called 'Hot future Husband 3'.
'Yeah, because I totally go for girls... How about you grow a dick and then we can talk? Or you could just magically turn into Kurt Hummel...
Okay, I have to stop talking like this...'
When they were out of sight, Blaine fixed his bow tie and made his way to his next lesson, in the hope of some peace.
No such luck.
During the next class, they got back the test from last week and their teacher was so disappointed by the class (except for Blaine, who got 100%) that he lectured the class for 45 minutes to be more like Blaine and to ask Blaine if they needed some help and how Blaine was the perfect student and Blaine, Blaine, Blaine.
Said boy tried to make himself smaller and smaller with every word of their teacher, while simultaneously trying not to seem to helpless, the people around him would surely smell his fear.
But, lucky him - aside from verbal humiliation from both the teacher and afterwards, the other students, he was able to make his way into the cafeteria alive.
While eating at the table of the 'biggest losers and misfits' as the others called it (they were five of them, two girls that seemed geeky too, but thought theirselves too good to actually talk to Blaine, and two other boys that stayed together as a pair) he started to repeat the lyrics of 'Teenage Dirtbag' in his head, the song that he wanted to record as Devon today.
The constant humming and talking around him got a little bit louder, and Blaine looked up just in time to see the most popular people at school taking their seats right across the Cafeteria. The three top Cheerios (Quinn, Santana and Brittany), a few of the football players with a bunch of other Cheerios attached to their arms or (urgh) lips and. Last, and fabulous looking as always, Kurt Hummel with his private bodyguard "do-not-call-him-Noah-if-you-want-to-continue-living" Puckerman sat down on the table, enjoying himself and talking to his friends.
Kurt was the lead singer of the New Directions, the school's glee club - everyone wanted to be part of it because it guaranteed you popularity. Just look at that Berry-girl. She wasn't pretty or nice or talented and had an unbelievably annoying personality, and yet everyone was willig to kiss her feet. Okay, maybe she wasn't that bad, but she definitely spent too much time smiling and laughing with Kurt.
Blaine never tried to get into glee club, though, he wouldn't even get to audition - Puck would beat him up before he could get one foot into the auditorium.
Staring at Kurt - who would notice him? - he ate the rest of his hardly tolerable food. When his plate was empty he sighed, pulled out his phone and stared at it.
No news whatsoever.
Well no news aside from his little YouTube icon, that seemed to burst every second. He put it away again - if he'd open YouTube here, someone could walk by and see it. And never mind how little a chance that was, Blaine was not going to risk it.
The rest of the day went by fast. He just had to go to his art teacher and hand in his work (he was the first as she told him) and then search for a free computer, which he found in the library. He was allowed to write his essay alone, as his 'free writing' teacher thought he was better off this way. He couldn't decide if he was happy about that or not. Because Kurt was in his class, always looking down at his exercise book, seeming content and looking angelic...
'Well I can write in peace here.'
After he left the library ("Ha, look who was in there studying again!" "Just as the good little nerd he is!") Blaine got in his car and drove home.
Just another day in hell.
'Actually, it was okay today.
Yeah,' Blaine told himself, 'today was a good day.'
So, the first Chapters are going to be an introduction to Blaines daily live - so the 'real story' will start in chapter 3, but it is still important to read the first two!
I hope I'll see you again
