As I walk through the doors for the first time since last June, I realize how much I hated McKinley High. Even now, when everyone is happy and greeting friends they haven't seen since the end of last year. Out of everything I hate at this school, what I hate the most is probably that I'm a total fake. I hide myself behind a red letterman jacket and pretend. Pretend, pretend, pretend. That's my creed.

I pretend that I'm glad to be reunited with Azimio and Karofsky, the school's two resident assholes. I pretend that I'm upset my locker is placed in the middle of the "Glee Freaks" as the jocks call them, when I'm actually very amused by Berry's non-stop blabbering to anyone who would listen about New York.

New York. I knew that's where I want to be. I want to be in New York, in a shoe-box apartment, taking walks downtown showing off my amazing collection of bow ties, with my boyfriend on my arm. But alas, what we want isn't always what we get. I will get it someday, but for now I'm okay with just pretending.

I enter my advanced French Class, my first class of the day. I look around the room to find that none of the jocks are here. This doesn't surprise me seeing as this is an advanced class, and I'm the only jock to show even a fiber of intelligence. Most of the seats taken are near the door. I'd like to tell you there was some logic behind it, but it was probably just due to laziness. I roll my eyes at the kids around me who were bound to stay in Lima their whole lives.

There is a seat in the back by the window, which I quickly grab. I'm fairly separated from the rest of the class, which I don't mind at all. In my middle school years, I was almost always alone. No one wanted to be seen with the Flaming Homo that wore bow ties and cardigans. I am almost saddened by the memory, but it reminds me why I have to pretend. I have to until I'm out I'm Lima, then I can be me.

I'm brought back to the real world by an elegant grace slipping into the seat next to me. My head snaps to where the person just sat down, wondering why someone would sit by the short jock who isolated themselves in a corner.

I try to stuffle my gasp as much as I can when I see who it is.

Kurt Hummel.

He is sitting straight up, looking around the room with a adorably curious expression. His chestnut hair is coiffed to perfection as always, adding an extra inch or two on to his already tall stature. He is wearing a blue sweater that matches his beautiful glatz eyes. His ridiculously tight black skinny jeans highlighted his long, lean legs. He smelled like vanilla, but a musky vanilla. The perfect mix of feminine and masculine. Perfect seemed to be the only word I could ever use to describe someone as paradisiacal as Kurt. Ever since I transferred in Freshman Year, I had always admired Kurt.

I laughed to myself. Saying I admired him was the understatement of the century. It was more of an oogle-him-at-any-possible-moment sort of ordeal. I quickly realized I was staring. Before anyone could notice anything I looked away. With burning ears I vigorously organized my designated notebook and folder for French. I could see out of the corner of my eye that Kurt was doing the same. Luckily at that time Ms. Scarpino, our new French Teacher decides to make introductions.

I started to zone out after about 30 seconds. I mean c'mon? How many times can you tell a class to not talk when they're talking and raise their hands and all that shit? Apparently there wasn't a limit. However I did start to listen once she got past all the generic rules.

"Tomorrow, I will have your desks in groups of fours, to begin the Start-Of-The-Term project! You and your team will have 2 weeks to arrange a oral or visual presentation on French culture. Each group will have a designated topic such as Music, Art, Politics and so on!"

I couldn't even fool myself when I tried to believe that I was so upset because I hated working with "Lima Losers". It wasn't because I wouldn't be sitting next to the blue-eyed beauty beside me for the rest of the year. Not at all. I tried to sneak a glance at him again by pretending to drop my pencil. I turned to reach for it, to see that Kurt had already picked it up and looked at him expectantly. What did he expect? I couldn't do anything but look at his extreme gorgeousness! Until I realized I was staring…again. I began to blush and quickly grabbed the pencil muttering a quick thank you. After making a total ass of myself in class, one thing was sure. I had to get a grip on myself or else this was going to be a long year.

At lunch I sat quietly at the jock table, eating my sandwich and listening to the jocks swap summer stories. It was mostly about girls, sex and video games; but I was used to it. I was always the quiet one of the team. Sometimes I went over to Puck or Hudson's house for a Halo tournament, but my main purpose was only to add power to the jocks, seeing as power came in numbers. I was never the one lifted up after the Champion game, or the Golden Boy of McKinley. Not that it bothered me. What bothered me was that I didn't even want that in the slightest. Because I wanted to be on a stage. Not on a field.

"Anderson, bro! How was your summer?" Finn Hudson, one of the nicer (however slightly dumb) jocks asked me. Finn was dating Rachel Berry, the powerhouse of the Glee Club, so he was naturally nice with everyone if he could deal with someone like Rachel.

"Good, good." I said with a small smile. "How about you?"

"It was awesome! But now I need some new members for Glee," he said with a small pout coming over his face. "You know anyone?" he asked hopefully.

Me. Me. ME! I wanted to scream. But I have been upholding my facade for over 3 years. It seemed pointless to give it up now. But I didn't want to lie to the good-natured boy. So I just shrugged. Finn however hardly seemed satisfied.

"That means you do!" Finn, apparently the all knowing mind reader exclaimed. I only shrugged again, which added more fuel to the fire. Finn started guessing names, each getting more and more absurd. The bell soon rang signaling the end of lunch. I patted Finn on the back.

"Maybe another day." I said with a small chuckle leaving the tall teen with a confused yet determined look on his face.

My second to last class of the day was thankfully Music. Music was obviously my favorite class. I helped me relax and let out stress through the various instruments and of course the microphone. However the only kids that shared that passion with me is all the glee kids. Every single member of glee from my year was the class as well as a few stoners that probably didn't even know where they were.

I try to avoid looking at Kurt and making an ass of myself for the third time today, I also try to avoid Finn's leering eyes and questioning me about who I knew that could sing. I sit near the middle, by the quiet Asian boy named Mike. I relaxed into my chair and began to look around the room as I'd done for all my new classes today. My newfound relaxation didn't last for long. Finn got up from his seat next to Kurt a few rows up and began an annoying mantra of Who is it, Blaine? I tried to ignore him even though I knew it would not work forever.

"What the hell are you on about Tubs?" Santana Lopez said in her normal snide voice.

Finn, far from offended replied "Blaine knows someone who can sing, and sing good!" Well shit. Now he's done it. Suddenly a bunch of gleeks were surrounding me demanding to know who it must really must be desperate for members. I'm not going to lie I was kind of scared. I tried to look around for help somewhere. Through the swarm of people I saw Kurt smirking at all his friends while still sitting in his seat. When he looked at me and saw my obviously panicked face and chuckled. Knowing that that laugh was directed at me sent butterflies fluttering through my stomach. I gave him a pouty look and my best puppy eyes and mouthed Help? His face changed to something of shock before he got up and walked over to the rest of his friends.

"You guys! We need members, yes, but don't kill the guy!" Kurt yelled to his friends. Everyone realized how intrusive they were being and sat back down. Even Finn, after a promise of figuring it out. He looked at Kurt thankfully smiling. Kurt smiled back and strutted away swinging his hips slightly. My eyes couldn't help but travel to his ass, but I quickly looked up when I realized where I was. Focus on the music, Blaine!

I let out a long sigh of relief when the final bell rang. It was going to be a long year. The classes were harder, and the homework was at least doubled from last year it seemed. And my feelings for Kurt seemed to be undeniable and stronger then they have ever been. Football try-outs were next week, and I had to try-out and get in to keep up his jock reputation. On top of all of it, he was sure that Finn would be relentless in figuring out who the mysterious singer was. And once he realized it was me, he would beg me to join glee.

And it's only the first day..