AUTHORS NOTE: Hi guys! My first fanfic! Please let me know what you think, I plan on expanding the story and making it more interesting!:)

Blaine took a final gulp of fresh air before he pushed open the doors to William McKinley High School. The sudden chaos of noise and movement overwhelmed him; this was definitely going to take some getting used to. A transfer student during the middle of the school year was a rare sight, and the boy with the bright bow tie and perfectly gelled hair certainly wasn't going to go un-noticed. Blaine clutched onto the strap of his satchel tightly before making his way down the corridor. Immediately faces loomed onto him, eyeing him up and down, a few of the kids beginning to mutter and whisper to themselves about 'who that new boy was'. Blaine quickly scanned his body, making sure that his appearance was of satisfaction. He was wearing a white polo, tucked into tight red jeans, with of course a bow tie to complete the outfit. The words 'new kid' hummed his ears as he quickly made his way down the corridors. He pinned his eyes to the floor, suddenly becoming very aware and very nervous of the many eyes stalking him. Flashbacks sprang into his mind of the Sadie Hawkins dance. 'Where you going faggot?' 'ha-don't think you're getting away that easily'. Blaine shuddered, a sick feeling suddenly hitting his stomach. He glanced up briefly to see that the office was straight up ahead. He breathed out an unsteady breath as he quickly shuffled down the corridor. His first day at McKinley

After an awkward introduction with principal Figgens, Blaine was handed his timetable and told to make his way to class. "Oh - and welcome to McKinley, Mr Anderson!' Figgens shouted after him, a wide smile planted on his face. Blaine nodded nervously, closing the office door behind him. He studied his timetable - the first lesson of the day was History. He sighed, beginning to walk back down the corridor in an attempt to find the right classroom. Most of the students had disappeared following the bell, which had rung during Blaine's conversation with Figgens, much to Blaine's relief. He could not be dealing with the stares right now. Blaine new that joining a new school was the only option following the horrfic attack. He had spent so long in hospital, sat through hours and hours of therapy and spent endless weeks lying in bed, sobbing at how unfair life was. Blaine was gay, out, and for a little while, proud. Before the attack. But deep down inside, Blaine knew that there was no point of spending the rest of his life being miserable, hiding himself away. That's when he decided - he would start a new chapter in his life, beginning by joining a new school. He knew that he should be confident about who he is and decided he would be open about his sexuality, dress how he wanted to and not care about what anyone thinks. But the sudden reality that had hit Blaine as he entered the school made him feel nervous all over again. Blaine paced down another corridor, wondering where on earth the classroom was. He also decided that for now, he would not tell anyone what happened at his old school. It would be to painful to talk about.

Blaine peered into a classroom door. A teacher stood at the front, writing on the board, while a large group of students sat at desks, looking rather engaged. Blaine glanced at his watched - 9:15. He re-read his timetable, frowning slightly in concentration, and then glanced up at the door again, re-reading the door number. He nodded - he was pretty sure this was the right room. His stomach did a somersault as he knocked firmly on the door and open it. The teacher stopped writing, and soon about thirty pairs of eyes were on him. Blaine swallowed nervously.

"Hello, er, is this the history class?" He spoke, his voice quivering with nerves. He glanced around the room, and yep, each face was still on his. The teacher cleared his throat, and offered a warm smile.

"Yes, yes it is. Are you the new student joining us today? Principle Figgens mentioned something about that."

"Ah, yes. I'm Blaine, Blaine Anderson."

"Well, welcome, Mr Anderson." The teacher's smile broadened, making the butterflies in Blaine's stomach slowly ease.

Blaine shuffled on his feet slightly, unsure of what to do next.

"Ah, um, you can take a seat at the back, there's a empty desk next to Kurt." Blaine looked across the room to register the empty desk in the far corner. The boy, apparently Kurt, flashed a grin as Blaine began to walk over.

"Oh, and my name is Mr Schuester."

Blaine nodded, a small smile spreading over his lips. The butterflies almost completely vanished, or stopped trying to fly at least. He took a seat at the desk, quickly grabbing a notebook and pen out of his bag.

"Right, where were we. Ah yes, Medicine through time. Today we will be looking at the medicine used throughout the renaissance. Many different surgical techniques were used..." Mr Schue became instantly engaged in his lesson again, carrying on the writing he had previously started on the board. Blaine tried to concentrate, however he could not stop his eyes scanning the room, looking at the new individuals he would be spending the remainder of his school year with. His eyes stopped as he came to the apparent Kurt, who was staring right back at him. Kurt flashed a smile once again, in which Blaine smiled gratefully back.

About fifteen minutes or so later, Mr Schue set some classwork for the students to do. "And I want you to do this in pairs!" He said over the chattering that had begun. Blaine looked to his right to find that Kurt had already swivelled around in his chair, facing him. "Do you wanna be my partner?" He asked, smiling once again.

"Ah, yeah, sure"

Blaine scanned Kurt; gelled hair, a blue woolly jumper, tight white jeans and high black boots. He looked almost certainly gay, and Blaine instantly felt relieved to have a fellow classmate at this school who was the same as him. Kurt started to spread out a number of sheets on his desk, placing his open text book on Blaine's.

"I assume you don't have a textbook. You can share mine."

"Oh, right, thanks."

Kurt smiled once again at the boy.

"So, your the new kid. If you don't mind me asking, why have you transferred schools half way through the year?" A small laugh escaped Kurt's lips as he finished the question. Blaine felt the butterflies in his stomach begin to spread their wings again. He swallowed nervously.

"Er, well, I just had some troubles at my old school, just thought it would be best to join a new one." He rambled quickly, the words escaping his mouth at an impressive speed.

"Oh."

Blaine watched as Kurt lowered his eyes to his bright polka dot bowtie. "Bowties, ey?" Kurt grinned. Blaine laughed, rubbing the back of his neck with hand.

"Ah yeah, I've got a bit of an obsession with them."

"Ooo!" Kurt's eyes widened "I love bowties! I have a few myself."

Blaine smiled . His smiled soon dropped when a large figure situated several desks to the right of Kurt frowned at him intensively.

"Oh no, don't tell me that the new kid is gay as well!"

Blaine swallowed. How had someone already noticed this? Was it the bowtie? Was it because he was talking to Kurt? A couple of other boys in the class began to chuckle.

"Ah, not another one. That's two gays that need to be taught a lesson." The boys voice practically boomed throughout the classroom. The chatter amongst the other students died, the room becoming awkwardly quiet. Blaine quickly flicked his eyes to Kurt, who was staring sadly down at the ground. Blaine looked back to the aggressive boy.

"David, I will not tolerate this sort of behaviour in my classroom." Mr Schue spoke fiercely to the boy, looking up from the paperwork he had begun filing. The rest of the class looked around curiously, their eyes dotting towards David, and then Kurt, and then Blaine.

"I wanna know though." David spat, glaring back at Blaine. "So, new kid. Are you gay?" A sly grin began to spread on his face.

Blaine kept his eyes glued on David. The butterflies were squirming rapidly in his stomach. His mind suddenly flashed back to his earlier thoughts. Out and proud. Out and proud, and not afraid of what anyone thinks. Blaine cleared his throat.

"Yes. I am gay. Out and proud'. He finished of the sentence by flickering a quick smile on his lips. Kurt had looked up from the ground, and was looking at Blaine. A relieved expression plastered itself over his face. A quite murmur of gossip had erupted among the rest of the students. Blaine looked back at Kurt, and then to David, who was glaring furiously at him.

"Proud. Huh. You wont be proud for long, new kid. I don't like gays." David stole Blaine one last evil look before turning to his right, where he began to chat to some of the jocks quietly. Mr Schue shook his head in frustration, before continuing with his paperwork. The other students continued doing their work, and Kurt was still looking at Blaine with the relieved expression on his pale face. Blaine rubbed the back of his neck, feeling suddenly very awkward. Kurt then smiled at him.

"Wow, I can't believe you've been here less than an hour and you're already out. It took me a couple of years to do that." It was confirmed - Kurt was gay. Blaine smiled wearily.

"Well, I've tried to become a lot more confident within myself by making sure that I stay true to who I am."

"That's really good." Kurt smiled back at him. However, the smile suddenly dropped. Kurt leaned forward, turning his voice into a harsh whisper. "Just be careful, Blaine. I get shoved and slammed all the time, and I've been 'out' for a couple of years now. David and some of the other jocks have some sort of problem with gays." Blaine nodded carefully, taking note of what the pale boy had just informed him. Kurt began to smile again. "I know this may sound a bit forward, considering I've only just met you, but I will always have your back, because we gays have got to stick together!" A small chuckle emerged from his lips as he ended the sentence. Blaine smiled warmly.

"That would be great."

Kurt quickly nodded in agreement. A few seconds passed in comfortable silence. The butterflies in Blaine's stomach were sleeping once again, he felt relieved to have made an acquaintance, perhaps a friend, already. Kurt began to speak again.

"Hey, I don't suppose you can sing can you? We have a glee club at McKinley called the 'New Directions'.