Disclaimer: If I owned Glee, shit would've gone down so much differently, if ya know what I mean.

Author's Note: *Waves* Hello, everyone! So, I (and a lot of other people as well, if I recall correctly) am sort of saddened by the bisexual "representation" on the show. Sure, there's Brittnay, who has been in positive relationships with both men and women, but they portray her as the 'school slut,' which is an unfair stereotype of bisexual people. I also disapprove of them not representing male bisexuals at all, especially when they insinuated that men can't be bisexual. And then there were people who basically thought that Blaine being bi was, like, the worst thing in the world, and that was kinda lame. And so I wondered, 'what if they actually had bisexual men?'

And so this bisexual!Blaine AU was born. And it's eventual Klaine, I swear!

Blaine's story is actually based on my own coming out story, so many of the things that he is thinking and feeling are very closely related to personal experience.

I hope you read, enjoy and REVIEW!

Any Way the Wind Blows

By: NoneTheWiser

Chapter 1

The first time that he had ever heard of bisexuality was at his musical theater program over the summer. His friend, Jeff, had told him that Freddie Mercury had been bi, and that he had basically admitted it in 'Bohemian Rhapsody' when he sung about the wind blowing any way and it not really mattering to him.

Blaine thought that that was the nastiest thing he had ever heard.

He hadn't really had any opinions on homosexuals; he knew that gay people existed, but he didn't personally know anyone who was, so he didn't think about it very much. But this bisexuality thing, that just sounded gross as hell. Like, who would have sex with anyone? Did bi people just have sex, like, all the time? Did they have no control over their impulses? That sounded ridiculously slutty, and that made him glad that he didn't know anyone who was bisexual; he wouldn't know what to say to them.

Now here he was, about four months later during the fall semester of his junior year at William McKinley High School, standing in front of his open, beige locker. He was staring at one of his closest friends, Brittnay S. Pierce, clad in her red, white, and black cheerleading uniform, and she had just told him that she was bisexual. And he had no idea what to say to her.

Strangely enough, it was not because he was grossed out. On the contrary, he found that he was actually okay with it.

It was because he was starting to think that maybe he was bisexual, too.

But no, that couldn't be. The statistics on that were too low. Wasn't it only one out of ten people in a room were gay or something like that? Surely it was less than that for bi people, right? Which meant that he couldn't possibly be bisexual.

"Are…are you mad at me?" Brittnay asked as she brushed a lock of her blonde hair behind her ear, startling Blaine from his impromptu trance.

Blaine shook his head to clear it. "No, no, of course not, Britt. I was just…that just surprised me is all."

Brittnay let out a sigh, but grinned in relief. "Okay. Good. 'Cause you're really awesome and you not liking me being bi would be not awesome and it would make me sad if you weren't awesome anymore. So, I'm glad you're okay with it."

Blaine nodded, his dark, triangular eyebrows scrunched in confusion. He should be used to Brittnay's fast paced, monotonous rants at this point, but his mind was still catching up. "Yeah. I, um…I'm glad you told me."

She smiled and nodded. "You bet," she said before waving and leaving him standing there, wondering what in the hell just happened.


Blaine sat back down at his desk after turning in his U.S. History exam. He reached into his light brown, leather messenger bag and pulled out a copy of 'The Hunger Games' loaned to him by his best friend, Wes. He turned to the page he had bookmarked, the Hufflepuff badger sticking up above yellow and black diagonal lines. Though before he could get lost in the world of Panem and discover how Katniss was going to try and defeat the Career Pack, his mind traveled to what occurred earlier with Brittnay.

He knew that he liked girls. He definitely though about Emma Watson, Zoe Saldana, and Sofia Vergara the way that most guys did when they were alone in their bedrooms. He even had a girlfriend last year, and her mere presence had always made his chest flutter and his face hot. And Ellie had known him so well. Whether it be just a kind word of reassurance when he'd had a bad day or the way she brushed her hands over him when they lost their virginity to each other, she knew just what to do or say to make him feel good. Feel cared for. Feel loved.

However, it didn't completely surprise him when some senior jock asked her to go to prom, and she didn't even glance at him before saying yes. Ellie may have cared about him and even loved him, but that didn't mean that she wasn't shallow. Of course the lowly sophomore would rather be with the superstar senior from the football team than the short, nerdy musical theater geek. He should have seen it coming, charging in his direction before it barreled him over like a steamroller on asphalt.

He knew it was going to happen, but that didn't mean it wasn't a surprise, or that it didn't break his heart.

So, yes, he definitely did like girls. Without a shadow of a doubt.

Though now. Now he remembered this boy in his cabin from over the summer. His name was Matthew. He was tall with baggy brown hair and deep brown eyes. He was energetic and exciting and had a great sense of humor. Not to mention he was extremely talented.

Blaine had been drawn to him instantly.

He wanted to hang out with him all the time. He wanted to get to know him. Talk to him. Make him laugh. Find out all of his secrets and loves and hopes and dreams.

He wanted to touch him.

He wanted to cuddle with him.

And he was pretty sure that those were not thoughts that went through the minds of men who were completely heterosexual.

Or thoughts of how beautiful Johnny Depp looked when he had long hair and his eyes smoldered through the camera lens, staring into your soul. Or how cute Mario Lopez was when he smiled and his dimples showed. Or how hot Hugh Jackman looked without a shirt and his six pack glistened in the light. Or how much he loved the way Colin O'Donoghue's blue eyes sparkled when he spoke in his gorgeous Irish accent.

Yeah, he was sure if he asked his male friends if they ever had thoughts like that, they would probably think he was crazy…or, well, gay.

The bell sounded, interrupting his thoughts and startling Blaine with a jerk. His fellow classmates all around him were already getting up, the sounds of their chairs scraping against the tile, papers flipping or being scrunched into binders and backpacks. Blaine shook his head to clear it and started doing the same thing, closing his notebook and clicking his pen before putting everything in his satchel before standing and joining his classmates in the hallways.

It was the end of the school day, but he was a part of the New Directions, the glee club at William McKinley, and they had practice today. It was considered to be the lowest of the low on the caste system at this high school, but Blaine didn't care terribly much. He loved singing, and as much as he got bullied and called "fag" on a regular basis, that wouldn't stop him. All of his friends were in glee, and those were the only people that mattered. He gave no shits about anyone else. In about two years he'd be out of here anyway, probably in a school in New York where he could be in school to study music, and the bullies of McKinley would all be stuck here studying something like business economics or accounting or some other boring shit like that. One day they would be listening to his debut album—ranked at at least number 3, of course—and they would be telling their kids about how they used to go to school with him, and whenever they interviewed him about bullies in high school, they would listen to it and reflect and feel bad that he was talking about them.

That would show them.

And speak of the devil, the second he though that, he got a rough shoulder bump into a locker from some letterman jacket jock, the metal of the locker clanging loudly as he crashed into it, and heard the soft grunt of "fucking queer" from him.

He stared at the meathead for a second before rolling his eyes and mumbled "Jerk," before turning to his locker and spinning the lock with the appropriate combination before opening it. He pulled out his History text book from his bag and placed it on his red locker ladder before grabbing his Chemistry and Pre Calculus textbooks and his copy of Hamlet and cramming them into his bag.

"Hey, you okay?" he heard from his left as he grabbed his glee club music folder and slammed his locker shut.

He turned to the sound of the voice and saw his fellow glee club member, Mike Chang. The taller, older, Chinese boy looked down at him with concern.

Mike was a senior this year, and Blaine always liked him and admired him a lot. He was a very skilled dancer, and he was also on the football team. Not to mention he was ridiculously smart, really nice and funny, as well. Blaine was actually somewhat shy around him, intimidated by his general awesomeness. He always wanted to talk and hang out with him, but he felt inferior to him, and never knew what to say to him to impress him, or make him want to pay attention to him in any way.

So it came as a shock to him that he was acknowledging him now. And he certainly had no idea why.

Blaine shrugged, looking down to his brown leather moccasins. "Yeah," he sighed. "Not the first time that that's happened. It's like I'm used to it or something."

"You shouldn't have to be," Mike told him. "You should be able to roam the hallways of this school without having to worry about being assaulted on a daily basis. I mean, that's just insane!"

"Tell me about it," Blaine said. "But if I tell anyone, I'll be seen as even more of a pussy and probably get assaulted more, so I'd rather not."

Mike groaned in frustration. "That is so stupid. I mean, you're probably right, but it's so stupid," he said before adjusting his black backpack on his shoulder and dropping the arm holding his glee club folder to his leg. "Walk you to glee? Won't do much, but hopefully it'll help."

Blaine froze and felt an uncomfortable tingling in his chest. Mike had never done anything like that before, but if it gave Blaine the chance to talk to him, even if it was for the one minute walk to the choir room, he'd take it. "Yeah. Okay. Thanks," he nodded before turning to the direction of glee practice and walking with Mike.

The talked a little bit about music and glee and even comic books before they got to the entrance to the practice area.

"Oh, by the way," Mike said before reaching behind himself and unzipping his backpack. He reached into it and pulled out a clear, plastic bag decorated with cupcakes, candles and party hats. Inside it, Blaine could tell there were different kinds of candy. There was also a small piece of paper attached to the bag with blue and green ribbon. Mike handed it to him, and Blaine reached out and took it.

"What's this for?" Blaine wondered, as he peered in and could see Reese's cups, M&M's, and Starbursts. All types of candy that he enjoyed very much.

"Well, it's my birthday this weekend," Mike began to explain. "And I like it when people celebrate with me, not at me, so I like to get my friends presents so they can do that."

Blaine stared up at him, stunned. He knew that Mike was kind, but he never knew he was this sweet. "That's…so nice, Mike. Thank you."

"No, problem, man," Mike said as he gently placed his hand on his shoulder for a second before turning and entering the choir room. Blaine felt a jolt in his arm as Mike did that, and he swore his chest malfunctioned for a second, completely frozen in time.

Blaine then looked down at the bag of goodies Mike handed to him and lifted the piece of paper attached to it so he could read the note attached.

Blaine, Thank you for existing and being special. It makes my special day that much more awesome! —Mike.

Blaine was sure that he was having a heart attack or something. He had never felt more appreciated and awesome and spectacular in all of his life. Mike noticed him! Mike thought about him! On his own time!

Mike thought he was special!

And it was with that thought that he realized.

Oh, no.

Oh, dear.

Oh, god.

Oh, CRAP!

He totally, completely, with no question about it whatsoever, had a massive, MASSIVE crush on Mike Chang.

And he was definitely, DEFINITELY bisexual.


A/N: REVIEWS WOULD BE AWESOME PLEASE LEAVE SOME PLEASE!

Next chapter is from Kurt's POV, so don't worry, he's in the story, I SWEAR! Haha.