Glee is owned by Ryan Murphy, Ian Brennan and Brad Falchuk

All other references and distinguishable aspects belong to their respective owners.

I don't own anything, except the plot, and Original Characters. No profit is being made.

-JC

Title: Gift From The Stars

Rating: Personally I think it could go from PG-13 to R, but you be the judge

Chapter: 1 out of 20?

Genre: Romance, Mystery, Drama, trying hard for Comedy, Supernatural?, Fantasy... I know! A lot right?

Chapter 1

The Virgin

He hopped up from his bed as soon as his alarm rang out beside him. It was a typical cliche beginning but Blaine didn't care, he was feeling very good today. He didn't know if it was the fact that the Warblers were set to perform today, or the fact that most of his morning classes were canceled. Sure, it was because of their performance classes weren't gonna go on, but that's besides the point. He didn't want to question it and just went on with his morning routine, "Smiling like a complete idiot" as his roommate pointed out.

"Hey Blaine!" Jeff welcomed him as he entered the mess hall, hand intertwined with Nick's. As usual, Jeff looked luminescent, his smile even brighter than Blaine's. Nick however was a different story. While Jeff greeted Blaine with an exploding knuckle touch, Nick gave a meek smile as he grabbed a tray off the counter.

"Hey guys! What's up?"

"Nothing much. Just... you know... the usual." Jeff's smirk was quite noticeable and VERY suggestive, causing Blaine to glance over at Nick who was blushing and looking away. "Aw! Isn't he cute!" Jeff remarked, planting a small kiss on Nick's cheek before turning back to Blaine. "So! Are you excited about the performance later, or is something else causing your extremely gigantic smile?"

"Huh? Oh, uhm I don't know... maybe? It's just one of those days when you feel extremely happy for no reason." They moved forward in the line, Jeff's hold on Nick never failing.

"Well, that's good! We'll need all the energy we can get! Especially since we're up against New Directions. And you know how tough they are."

"Yeah I know...Well, I'll see you guys later then?" Nick and Jeff waved goodbye to the boys before grabbing the food he wanted and darting off to the cashier.

It was surely one of the last things Kurt thought he'd ever do, but with things going very terribly up in McKinley, he just wanted to get away from it all. So when Puck suggested that he go and spy on the Warblers, what else could he do but agree?

It wasn't like he expected much more from his friends anyway. They always disappoint him in the end. Well, most of them. So that's how he got here at Dalton Academy, wearing an outfit from his closet that a certain student reporter suggested the fancy boarding school's uniform looked like.

As soon as he saw what the other boys were wearing, he knew that he was going to stick out like a sore thumb! Reminder to self: Kill Jacob Ben Israel... He really should just stick to the internet.

The school uniform wasn't even close to what he wore! Oh God, Why did I even do this? He questioned himself, going up a random flight of stairs. The tiny little voice inside his head was going over multitude of reasons why he should leave right now: embarrassment, humiliation and ooh-la-la! His eyes darted to a cute blonde that ran across him.

A stampede of boys came running down and immediately stopped him. Curiosity and certain attraction caused him to follow the crowd back down. There was nothing of particular interest to see, except for the concentration of cute boys that passed by him. Hmm... Maybe this wasn't bad after all.

His nervousness seemed a little bit waved, mainly because he was in boy heaven! But he needed to get out of here... like as soon as possible. But he couldn't go back without any kind of information right? No he couldn't... So he did what any other right minded lost person would do... He tapped a random boy's shoulder and asked him a question. "Oh excuse me, um hi, can I ask you a question? I'm new here." And then, lo and behold another handsome face... Well hello there.

"My name's Blaine," Blaine... Kurt thought. That name's not gonna leave his head anytime soon.

The other boy held his hand out, which Kurt reached for almost immediately. In an instant he felt something when their hands touched, it was something indescribable, but he let the feeling pass for the moment.

"Kurt…" He introduced. Okay, don't sound overly eager or anything... Calm and collected... "So what exactly is going on?"

"Warblers!" Blaine replied very quickly, donning that dreamy smile that took up almost all of the boy's entire face! "Every now and then they throw in this impromptu performance in the commons. It tends to shut the school down for a while." He said, winking. Kurt was taken aback, did this boy just wink? He was silently screaming inside, like the honorary girl he always thought of himself as.

Soon enough, Blaine led him through the halls of Dalton. His eyes sparkled with utmost wonder, because never in his life would he think something like this would even happen.

The song they performed was... adequate... Ok! Fine! It was fucking majestic! Kurt couldn't believe himself. He was spying! God this was so wrong! Dalton was their competition for sectionals this year and, he felt like he was cheating, but what felt so right that he just had to stay and listen to their performance? He could have just left as soon as Blaine let go of his hand, or when Blaine started singing Teenage Dream, even during the middle!

He could have just walked out of the building as soon as possible, but nooo! Something made him stay. Something in his heart wanted him to stay! But what? Was it because Blaine was singing to him? Was he? Oh WOW!

Nevertheless, he applauded the Warblers for the amazing performance.

It didn't take long for Kurt to get caught, not that his outfit was a complete giveaway.

The boys were kind, gentle and definitely handsome! Especially the one in the middle. Curiosity overtook Kurt. Surely by now, they knew Kurt was gay, so why weren't they fighting over who gets to punch Kurt in the gut or something? Especially since he was a terrible spy.

But when Blaine said that he was gay, Kurt couldn't help but internally celebrate! Cutie-pie Blaine was gay! He reiterated inside his head, trying to keep calm and collected on the outside.

It didn't take long for him to cry though. With Blaine being gay, and stuck in a state like Ohio, surely he's had a fair share of slurs thrown his way. So when he found out about Dalton's anti-bullying policy, he went emotional.

Like a proper gentleman, Blaine asked his friends to leave. Kurt still couldn't talk, but the tears stopped flowing.

"I take it you're having trouble at school." Blaine said, his tone expecting his statement was correct, but still sounded caring.

"I'm the only person out of the closet at our school," Blaine nodded at what Kurt said, seeming to completely understand what he was going through. "And I-I try to stay strong about it but there's this Neanderthal who's made it his life's mission to make my life a living hell," Kurt continued, his voice threatening to break as his tears tried to resurface. "And nobody seems to notice."

"I know how you feel. I got taunted at my old school too." The thought of someone else going through what he's going through made Kurt feel somewhat better, because he was not alone, but it also made him feel bad. Somewhere out there, there were people like him and Blaine, who's had to suffer because of people who just can't accept them, and it made him feel terrible.

"I went and complained to the faculty, they were sympathetic and all, but you could just tell nobody really cared." Kurt felt himself nod at what Blaine said. Kurt looked away, knowing that what he said was true. Mainly because it was happening to him, as of recent. "So I left, I came here, simple as that." Blaine added.

Kurt pondered at that possibility, he could just leave McKinley and go here, where there would be no bullies, no slushies and no threats. As if Blaine could read his mind, he said it. He offered Kurt two options that Kurt himself though over in his head: transfer to Dalton, or stay at McKinley and confront Karofsky. Blaine offered his own experience as an example. "I ran, Kurt, I didn't stand up, I let bullies chase me away, and it is something I really, really regret."

The countertenor looked away for a while, taking a sip of his coffee, thinking about what Blaine said. He didn't want to be the victim anymore. He wanted the bullying to stop. "Maybe, it is time to change." He said out loud.

Kurt's words reminded Blaine of a song that he'd just heard a few hours ago. He couldn't help but smile as he continued, singing the lyrics as he looked at Kurt.

Maybe it's time to change

And leave it all behind

Kurt looked up at Blaine, who held his hand in comfort. The countertenor smiled, singing the next lines of the song.

I've never been one to walk alone

I've always been scared to try

Blaine smiled, not really expecting Kurt to know this type of music. He sang along with him, their soft voices mashing perfectly, to the low tempo of the song.

So why does it feel so wrong

To reach for something more

To wanna live a better life

What am I waiting for?

'Cause nothing stays the same

Maybe it's time to change

They sat still in silence, hands still barely touching as a couple of students stood around them, clapping their hands. After a while, the spectators went by their business, leaving Kurt and Blaine back to where they were.

"Let me know how it goes." Blaine said, returning Kurt's phone back to him, his number already entered in the memory. Kurt felt somewhat empowered. He was going to do this. No matter what may happen, he knew he had Blaine there for him.

"Okay," Kurt replied, taking his phone back.

"White boy, where were you?" Mercedes charged as soon as she saw Kurt's locker door close. "You missed all of your morning classes, not to mention lunch and you're already late for sixth period!" It wasn't like Kurt to completely disappear during the school day. He somewhat felt glad that Mercedes noticed, because he's been in school for all of fifteen minutes, and she was the only one who noticed... or cared.

"Puck told me to spy on the Warblers."

"What? And you didn't even think to tell me? What if you got hurt? God knows what a terrible sneak you are."

"I can be!... If I wanted to..."

"Yes... your extravagant clothing totally won't give you away."

"Hmmm... Is that sarcasm in the air or is it just you? Oh wait! It's you." He gave his best friend his famous glare before heading off to next class, laughing. They turned the corner when suddenly Kurt's books and notebooks went flying out of his hands.

"Open your eyes fag!" Karofsky did a small threatening flinch towards Kurt, making the boy flinch as well, but in fear.

"Oh my god Kurt are you okay?" Mercedes immediately circled her arms around Kurt, helping him up off the floor. If he couldn't even say one witty comeback at the bully, how could he even manage to stand up to him? He couldn't do this... He needed more reassurance... He needed Blaine.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Blaine asked, sitting on the seat in front of Kurt, placing the coffee he held on the table. It had only been a few hours, but when Kurt texted him about meeting up again, he surely didn't want to reject it. Both their afternoon classes already ended, and what better way to spend the rest of the day than with each other?

The moment he saw Kurt though, he felt his heart quake. The boy looked very reclusive about something... That was a definite no-no.

"Why would you think anything's wrong?" Kurt sipped from his cup, raising his eyebrow in disbelief, causing Blaine to snicker.

"Look, I've known you for like what? Two hours? And I can already tell when you're lying." Kurt looked at Blaine with surprise. He always was proud of his amazing acting ability, but with Blaine, it seemed like they didn't work at all!

I've got to work on that, Kurt thought silently, slightly choking on his drink.

"It's just, I don't know if I can do this."

"Do what?

"Oh don't act all innocent. You know what I'm talking about." Blaine gave Kurt a blank look, causing him to groan in annoyance. "David? Karofsky?" More blank looks. "Standing up to the bully? God Do I have to spell it out?"

"Oh, oh, OH! That!"

"Yes… 'that' " Kurt looked down at the table, feeling extremely uncertain of himself. "I mean, what if-"

Blaine took hold of Kurt's hand, causing him to lift his blue eyes and look at the boy in front of him. Blaine's hand felt warm, but Kurt let it slide for now. "Kurt, bullies are cowards, but you…" Blaine looked away for a while, thinking of what word to say. He reached for Kurt's hand with both of his own calloused ones, somewhat gripping Kurt's. "You're strong, you always have been, you just didn't know."

"But I-" Kurt tried to object but Blaine pushed his response.

"Now, I'm telling you Kurt… You are strong, you are the man he will never be… All you need right now, is courage." Kurt stayed silent throughout Blaine's speech, reaching his other hand to hold Blaine's. Their hands rubbed each other as Blaine continued to speak.

"Remember Kurt… All you need, is courage." With a smile, Blaine let go of Kurt's hands and sipped from his cup.

Kurt smiled as well. "Is that gonna be your catchphrase or something?"

"What?"

"Courage… Well, from the way you kept on repeating that word over and over; it seemed like it's your motto." He giggled

"Oh! Uh, maybe?"

"I like it."

"But, just remember, if anything happens, I got your back." Kurt nodded his head with a smile, comforted by the fact that he had Blaine's aid.

The rest of their "time together" was filled with some laughter and smooth conversation. Most about their favorite Vogue covers and some musicals and plays they wanted to see.

Kurt discussed his love of Wicked, a topic for which Blaine fitted in his love of The Wizard of Oz. Kurt couldn't help but see something inside the boy in front of him, though it had only been the hours before that they first met. "I dunno, in the original, Elphaba just seemed to evil to actually have been friends with Glinda." Blaine said.

Kurt took a sharp intake of air, surprised by Blaine's statement. "Of course they're friends! Elphaba didn't want ruin Glinda's life as the good witch, so she acted like she hated her. How would you feel if you were the most wanted and your best friend was the mayor or something."

Two different sides of the same story, and yet, somehow, they fit together, that was Kurt and Blaine.

Kurt put on his jacket, ready to leave the Lima Bean as Blaine did the same. Being the gentleman Blaine was, he held the door open for Kurt. "Oh why thank you." Kurt responded with a smile.

"You are ever so welcome." The two walked together in a comfortable silence, hands inside their jacket pockets.

They approached Kurt's Navigator first, seeing as it was closer, and Blaine was being all chivalrous again. Kurt shouldn't let these tiny actions get to him, but they did. In his head, Kurt was thinking only one thing: I like Blaine. But he didn't want to, not yet anyway.

Blaine was the first gay boy he'd ever met, and no way was he going to jump ahead and forge a relationship with him. It could just be from the fact that he was the only other gay guy he knew, that he saw these little things Blaine did. Blaine was just acting friendly, that's all it was… friendly

"Well, here we are." Blaine announced, standing beside Kurt's vehicle.

"Yes, here we are." Kurt mimicked, putting his hands together, intertwining his fingers.

"Listen… Kurt I-" Blaine started, but Kurt soon interrupted.

"Courage, I know Blaine." He exhaled in disbelief.

"No, no Kurt it's not that, I just-" Blaine looked at Kurt, and for the first time, he saw what he didn't see before. Kurt was smiling, and it looked beautiful. "I-"

Kurt tilted his head a little as Blaine struggled with his words.

"I-"

As if by reflex, Kurt looked at the watch on his wrist, immediately enlarging his eyes at the time. His watch read six o'clock, and today, he promised his father to help with the garage until closing. "Oh my God!" He exclaimed, promptly looking through his pockets for the keys.

"Huh?" Blaine retorted, still somewhat struggling.

"I'm sorry Blaine, but I'm late. I completely forgot about the time." Kurt fumbled with the lock and the keys. "I promised my dad I'd help him with his job and…" Kurt looked straight up and into Blaine's hazel eyes, "I'm sorry."

Kurt went inside the vehicle and closed the door, opening his window in the process, leaving Blaine outside in the cold air.

"Text me ok?" Kurt added as he drove off, leaving Blaine standing in the empty parking space.

"I like you…" Blaine continued what he was going to say in a small whisper. He trekked the parking lot, feeling extremely warm, even though he knew it was supposed to at least be in the 40's, especially with the wind-chill, but the temperature didn't matter. He thought of Kurt, and how they were only going to be friends… That's all they ever will be.

That night, Kurt felt a little more confident about his situation. That conversation he had with Blaine definitely boosted his self esteem and made him smile, even though he's been through a lot lately. He went in his room and took out a towel, and a selection of clothes before going into the bathroom upstairs, no way was he going to smell like his dad's garage the whole day.

Kurt looked at himself in the mirror for a while, before taking off his button down shirt. As he slid the shirt off, revealing his pale lightly bruised skin, he noticed something peculiar on his skin, on his right arm to be more precise. It shouldn't be weird, considering people get tattoos very often, but Kurt wouldn't dare tarnish his perfect skin with something as disgusting as ink. The mark looked like the letter 'm', but with something totally different. The third stem was elongated, and there was a fourth stem that branched out and intersected with the third.

"What the?" Kurt asked himself before getting a small loofah and scrubbing it like no tomorrow. He tried everything that he could. Water alone wouldn't take the mark off, so he tried it with as much soap as he could. Oils, lotions, body washes and all types of body products not harmful to the skin, but nothing worked. Kurt looked up at the mirror, then back down to his arm. The surrounding skin was turning red, Kurt didn't want to hurt his skin more than it already has been, so he left the mark alone, deciding to just hide it from people and ignoring it until he could have it looked at.

The drive back to Westerville took extremely long, but Blaine took it to himself to think that it was worth it. The moment they met, Blaine felt something for Kurt. It wasn't like one of those "fireworks" spiel in the movies, no, this was something different.

Blaine entered the Dalton Academy grounds and saw the Music Hall, where he first met Kurt. He continued to drive, until the student parking lot was in view. Upon exiting his car, a couple of taps on his shoulder welcomed him. "Hey there!" Blaine turned around and saw his best friends, Wes and David, standing on the grass partitions. "Where have you been?" Wes added

"Yeah! Where?" David shook his shoulder, leading him back to their dorm. "Did you go on a date with that 'cutie' from N.D." At that statement, Blaine blushed. "Oh I told you!" He high-fived Wes.

"Guys! Please! Just stop! Seriously, am I the only one that you can torture?"

The two looked at each other, giving themselves looks of contemplation. "Nope, you're the only one!"

Blaine groaned. Outside the table and the gavel, David and Wes were normal teenage boys, rowdy active and terribly annoying to hang around with, and yet, they were one of his best friends.

Tell me what you think, should I continue, or not?

Song used was Maybe by Sick Puppies

-JC