Authors Note: So this is something I wrote a while ago, and I am working on another chapter. Though I don't know if I want to add it, so tell me if you think it needs more or not. I would appreciate it very much. I hope you enjoy

I stumbled out of bed thinking that today was just like any other. One full of drama, singing, bullying; but most of all it was without love. Believe me I am ecstatic when the girls talk about their love lives, but I just wish that someday I would be doing the talking and they'd be there listening. Though being the only openly gay student at McKinley, it's hard to find love. Little did I know that today would be the start of a new chapter in my life.

I got dressed into one of my more fabulous outfits, and did my hair to perfection; then I grabbed my keys and headed out the door. The drive to school was unusually quick this morning, there was hardly any traffic. I climbed out of the car and made my way to the entrance, that's when I caught my first glimpse of him.

He had curly black hair that had so much gel in it I was convinced that not even 100 combs with a hairbrush would go through it, His shirt was white with black stripes, and he wore red Capri pants with no socks and dress shoes. His appearance was unusual for a, what I assumed, straight guy. As I approached the door, I attempted to get a look at his face, but failed seeing how he turned the other way once I got close enough.

I shrugged and pushed myself through the double doors. As I made my way through the hallway to my locker I made it my mission for today to observe, ok, well basically spy on him. I didn't see him between 1st and 3rd periods. But finally he turned up; he was in my 4th period Spanish class with , our choir director.

His eyebrows were sort of triangular, and his lips seemed well nourished and were lightly pink. But his eyes are what got my attention. They were hazel, and big. No not big, huge. They instantly gave me an image of a small adorable puppy. And his eyelashes were so full and long they made them even bigger.

Just my luck he sat down in the seat right next to me on my right. I guess he saw me staring, because he extended his hand to me. I held out mine and we shook hands.

"Hi, My names Blaine",

he said in a dapper tone of voice.

"My – My names Kurt",

I stuttered out. Wow, way to make a fool of yourself, I told myself mentally. But then I saw something I never thought to see, a small blush had raised across his cheeks.

My discovery was interrupted by Mr. Shue calling the class to order. All through the period, I pondered why he would have blushed; maybe he was shy or embarrassed by me. Or maybe, just maybe… No, why would I even consider that. That's ridiculous. The bell rand, pulling me back to reality.

To my surprise, he stood there and waited for me. I guess I gave him a puzzled look, because he instantly began stuttering his explanation as to why.

"Oh! Um… well… um, I was hoping you could shower me around the school a little after lunch. I-I mean I underst-stand if you can't but, I figured I'd ask."

Flattered by this opportunity, I took advantage of it.

"Of course, I'll even introduce you to all of my friends! I hope you don't mind, we're sort of the losers of the school. We are "The Glee Club."

I said. His eyes widened, if that was even possible, at my mention of Glee Club.

"There's a Glee Club here!?",

"Of course, why?"

I asked at his sudden enthusiasm.

"Well, it's just; I was in a Glee Club back in my old school. It's about the only place I really felt accepted. I love singing!"

He explained.

"Oh well, I'm sure you'll fit right in. Come on, let's go."

I grabbed my bag, and headed for the door, with him behind me.

We made our way to the lunch line, where we paid and got our lunch. To my surprise we got the same thing. God, could this guy get anymore perfect!? I thought. I motioned him to follow me to the third to last table on the left side of the cafeteria. When we got there, my peers looked up questioningly. Noticing I introduced him.

"Everyone this is Blaine…?"

Then I realized I didn't know his last name. So I turned to him, giving a hopeless look. He answered

"Anderson."

Relieved that he caught on I continued.

"Blaine Anderson, he's a new student, and he is interested in our Glee Club. So I invited him to join us."

I stated. I received many approving nods and a "Wanky" from Santana. Pleased I sat down, and Blaine followed suit. We ate quietly for a few moments, until Mike asked Blaine

"So, what year are you?"

Blaine responded

"Junior."

Mike nodded. Then Quinn decided to dig a little deeper by asking,

"So, are you single? Or did you come with a girlfriend?"

Then Blaine froze. He looked kind of uncomfortable with this question. Quinn looked at him expectantly. Blaine finally responded with,

"Yes I am single, but I don't date."

Quinn's facial expression dropped, and quickly directed the conversation to Santana and the new cheerleading routine. Blaine's attitude change around the subject of dating had my mind racing, and I was hoping that I would be able to con him into telling me why soon.

Once I was certain Blaine was done eating, as well as me, I waved goodbye to my friends and we left to start the tour of the school. I decided to show him where the gymnasium was first, since it was closest.

His reaction to the gym was highly weird. He gave it one look, shuddered like he was trying to forget something, then proceeded to glare at it. Ignoring his strange behavior, I directed him towards the locker rooms where he just glanced over and looked at me impatiently.

I must tell you he did not seem very, how should I word this, teenage boyish to me. He didn't seem to have any interest in sports, what so ever. I lead the way out through the door that enters the hallway and immediately saw our next destination; the choir room.

I walked over towards the door, and grabbed the handle. Thankfully the door wasn't locked. I opened it swiftly and held my arm out grandly for him to come in. Blaine stepped through the threshold carefully and his eyes seemed to light up as soon as he figured out where he was.

I closed the door slightly leaving it partially a jar, and turned towards Blaine. He was standing in the center of the room. I watched as a crooked smile grew across his face. It was purely a beautiful sight.

"Obviously this is our choir room. I am assuming you like it?"

I asked.

"Of course, it's wonderful."

Blaine replied.

"So, sorry if this question is a bit personal; but why were you so timid when Quinn asked you about dating earlier today?"

I asked trying to sound concerned and not so snoopy.

"You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

I added shyly as soon as I saw his taken aback look. He looked at me with a blank expression, and then turned away defeated. He cleared his throat,

"Can you keep a secret?"

He asked warily.

"Yes, I can."

I responded. He sighed heavily, and then continued.

"The reason I was so uncomfortable when Quinn asked me about dating earlier, was because, well let's just say I don't rout for the girls team. If you get what I mean."

He said quietly. I nodded so he knew I understood.

"So, you're Gay why does that have to be a secret?"

I asked completely confused. He looked at me with the same dumbfounded expression.

"Well, then people would just start avoiding me, and I don't want your friends to feel awkward around me."

He stated. I rolled my eyes at his pointless reasoning.

"If they were going to be awkward around you, then why aren't they that way with me?"

I asked sarcastically. His facial expression went from serious, to seriously shocked. I laughed then said,

"Yes I am gay, too; as if it wasn't already obvious."

He looked at the ground,

"I wasn't going to make any assumptions. That's rude."

I laughed again, then sighed,

"Oh well I understand, but I really wouldn't have been offended by it. I practically consider myself a flamer, so it would be ok."

He looked at me, and then nodded approvingly,

"So your friends wouldn't find it awkward?"

He asked timidly.

"Of course not, that's kind of what Glee Club is for. So we don't feel alone all the time."

I stated matter-of-factly.

"Oh-"

Then he was cut off by the bell ringing, sounding the end of our lunch period.

"I guess I will see you later then."

He said.

"Meet here right after school, and we will talk to , about your tryout."

I said confidently. He nodded once, as if responding to a commanding officer.

"See you later."

I waved, the headed off for fifth period, and he went his way. The last three periods of the day seemed to drag on forever. Maybe it was true, that if you're anticipating something it just can't come soon enough.

When the bell rand signifying the end of seventh period, I practically jumped out of my seat and ran for the door. I couldn't wait to talk to Blaine again, why, I'm not entirely sure; but I can tell you I was excited.

I hurriedly grabbed what I needed from my locker, shoved it into my school bag and then skipped all the way to the choir room. When I got there, the only person present in the room was . I was a bit disappointed, when suddenly someone tapped my shoulder. I spun around to find Blaine standing behind me. I gave him a radiant smile and ushered him to follow me to . turned around and gave a curious smile.

"Hello, your name is Blaine, right?"

He asked. Blaine nodded,

"Yes, I am in your 4th period class."

I gave him a reassuring grin and then said,

"Blaine is interested in Glee Club, and wants to know if it isn't too late to audition."

's smile got even bigger,

"It's never too late to audition, and can you be ready by tomorrow?"

He looked at Blaine with eyebrows raised.

"Yeah!"

Blaine said enthusiastically.

"Excellent!"

exclaimed,

"If you would like you can sit in and watch today."

He offered.

"That'd be great."

Blaine said, and with that we went and sat down.

Today's day was just like any other, a romantic duet performed by Rachel and Finn that had absolutely nothing to do with this week's assignment, but overly loved by . We then discussed some optional songs for sectionals that was coming up in a few weeks. You'd think that we would be able to decide on at least one song, before the week of our competition. The day ended with all of us still at a loss as to what song would be sung, so released with some homework; to try to find a few suitable songs to bring to the rest of the club.

Blaine and I walked out to the parking lot together.

"So what did you think?"

I asked hoping he wouldn't be discouraged by our inability to decide on one thing.

"I loved it actually; I thought it was a nice change. In my old Glee club, we seemed like a dictatorship, but this was fun and free, I guess one could say."

He said pleased. That was relieving, changing the subject to something new, trying to hide my obvious embarrassment,

"So, have you thought of any songs for tomorrow's performance?"

I asked.

"Well, no, I haven't. I've had a couple ideas but they didn't like they would be fitting for a tryout. I'm kind of at a loss right now."

Blaine seemed like he was defeated and worried.

"Well, here's my number,"

I handed him a piece of paper that I had written my number on earlier,

"Text me tonight and I will help you come up with something."

He took it looking hopeful, I smiled and said goodbye once we reached my car.

"I will text you as soon as I'm done with my homework. This really means a lot. Thank You."

Blaine said and then he darted off towards his car.

Today has turned out to be a wonderful day so far, I thought; and I can't wait to talk to him tonight! I drove home as fast as the speed limit would allow. I guess I was a bit antsy, because I caught myself over the speed limit every so often.

I pulled into the drive way so fast I almost hit the garage door, because it wasn't all the way up yet. I hopped out of my car, yanked my bag out from the other seat, and ran inside up to my room. On my way, I gave Finn a fleeting smile and an inaudible "Hi".

I got to my room and flopped down on my bed. I grabbed my homework out of my bag and immediately got busy. French: check, Spanish: check, Government: check, Calculus: check.

By the time I was finished with all of this it was around 6:30; now on to Glee, and I have never been so excited. I got up and grabbed my laptop off my desk, and sat back down on the bed. I logged on and then grabbed my phone from my bag. Sadly no text yet, but I was sure he wasn't done with his homework; he probably wasn't going on hyper speed like I was.

I reminded myself of the time all us boys took the decongestant. I decided to kill some time by researching some possible songs for regionals. I looked up Broadway musical songs, Lady Gaga, Barbra Streisand, and Judy Garland; but nothing worked because they were all meant to be solos, and of course that meant me.

I sat there with a blank mind trying to think of choir songs, when suddenly my phone buzzed. I jumped slightly; I was shaking so bad from my excitement that I could barley press the button to view the message. Once it opened it read,

"Hey this is Blaine, still at a loss."

I gave a little laugh then replied,

"Finally, JK. Well then, who's your fav artist?"

I sent the text, and barely two minutes later had I received another. This one read,

"Well I love anything Top 40. Don't Laugh, Katy Perry."

I sighed adoringly at his response,

"Oh I am so laughing what's your fav song by her?"

I waited for a minute then,

"Um…Teenage Dream. Would that be appropriate?"

I thought for a minute,

"Yeah, as long as you only sing it to me ;) Ha-ha"

I sent the message. After a few moments of waiting, it still hadn't texted back. I was a bit worried if I had said something that had offended him. I checked the message that I sent him. OMG! Holy Crap I'm flirting with him. When suddenly my phone buzzed; my stomach dropped. I opened it,

"Of course, you're like a magnet to my eyes."

Whoa; now he was flirting! I could feel myself beginning to blush slightly.

"Well, that's only because I at least try to look somewhat decent."

I sent. His next text made me blush so much I swore my cheeks were on fire,

"I'm sure don't have to try to be that attractive; it looks completely natural to me."

I let out a little giggle; who knew flirting could be this much fun.

"Aw…I'm speechless."

I was so giddy with excitement; I almost didn't notice my dad come to the door to tell me dinner was ready.

"About five minutes then dinner will be done, K?"

He looked at me suspiciously.

"Ok, I'll be down in a second. Just let me tell my friend that I have to go."

He gave me thumbs up and walked away. I checked my phone again and sure enough there was another text.

"So after Glee tomorrow, if I make it, want to run away and get some coffee with me?"

I smiled,

"Absolutely! I will ttyl. I have to go. Text you in the morning?"

I didn't want to end the conversation so suddenly. I got up off my bed, and placed my phone on the desk. I walked downstairs to the dining room, where Carole was setting dinner on the table and dad was placing the plates. I grabbed the utensils from the counter and helped them get the table set.

Once we were all done, we sat and waited as Finn groggily came down from his room. He sat down; we filled our plates and ate in silence for a while.

"So boys, how was your day?"

Carole asked looking around the table eagerly.

"Well it was a pretty busy day at the shop today."

Dad answered,

"What about you two, anything new at school?"

Finn looked up and smiled,

"Well there is this new kid at our school, and I don't know much else about him. But I'm sure Kurt could fill us in."

Finn smirked as he finished his sentence. I rolled my eyes at him and then sighed,

"Yes, his name is Blaine Anderson. He is in my fourth period Spanish class; and he is interested in joining Glee Club."

I said.

"Oh, I love how friendly you kids are these days."

Finn and I just smiled at her. I could tell that Finn was interested in finding out more about this new kid; so I changed the subject,

"So Carole, how was your day?"

And from there the conversation of Blaine had died and we just went about the night as we usually did; with dad and Finn watching television after dinner, and Carole and I in the kitchen cleaning up discussing numerous feminine topics.