A/N: Hello dear readers. Thank you for taking the time and pausing to read this little ficlet of mine, it really does mean a lot to me. This is my first ever attempt at an original piece that is not entirely based on the fandom from which I am taking my characters and world. My previous works ("Blurt" and the yet-to-be-continued "The McKinley High School Experience") have been so far based entirely (if not word-for-word copying, sorry RIB) on Glee. This one is entirely my own. So it is with quaking fingers and sweating brow and erratically-beating heart that I relinquish the first chapter of my baby to you. Please do not kill it.
Disclaimer: I do not (regretfully) own the Hummels, the Andersons, Dalton Academy or any affiliated places, fictional people or animals that have been created by Ryan Murphy, Ian Brennan or Brad Flachuk. If there is any attempt at claiming this, you may very well hang me from my thumbs like Filch. I will complain, however.
Now about this chapter. Yes, I realize that this might be slightly strange to create this sort of room arrangements, but this is the best that my mind could create, deal with it. Also, it took every fiber of my body to not simply have them go at it, because honestly - after seeing each other, how can they not? ;) - kidding of course, but yes, it was very hard to prolong everything. Thank dead god that some of the characters take a life of their own. If anyone has any issues with the way I decided to extend the personalities of any characters, please do so nicely, I am now claiming that most of these are extensions of what you see on television into the world that I have created and how I see each and every character (including the flat-charactered Warblers).
Also, if you don't like it, don't read it. I do not write for people who don't like what I write.
One more tiny request - I do not write songs, I do not write lyrics for songs and I am not a professed lyricist, do NOT blame me or spam the Reviews with claims that I have misspelled lyrics, blame autocorrect.
I really do hope you enjoy.
Love,
TheLionGate ;)
Chapter 1 - Changes
It was a cold yet bright February afternoon when our story begins. Well, February 14th, to be precise.
Why is the date so important to the story, you may ask? Oh, it's not important to the story at all, in fact, it's so arbitrary that I could have claimed it began in April 20 years ago and it wouldn't have made any difference to the story.
But there are two people to whom this date means the world, and it is their story that is about to unfold upon these very pages.
As I was saying, it was February 14th, a bright yet cold afternoon.
Blaine was lying on his bed in his dormitory room, staring at the ceiling, attempting to clear his mind from any thought that could bring him back to those depressing feelings of familiar solitude.
Don't let the appearances deceive you. Blaine Anderson was not a depressed suicidal teenager with a pathological need for attention. Quite the opposite, actually! His parents were ridiculously rich, he was exceedingly bright for his age, he liked Dalton (the boarding school he attended), he had good friends, and yes, he was very handsome.
He had everything a teenage boy could ever wish for.
But there was one thing that always escaped his grasp and its absence was enhanced every time February 14th rolled around – love.
When he was thirteen, Blaine became aware of his homosexual tendencies. He came out when he was fifteen.
Thankfully, his parents and family were supportive of him, but his friends at school were not all that understanding. They ridiculed him daily and abused him so much that eventually he was forced to transfer to Dalton, a prestigious high school for boys; the only one with zero harassment and bullying policy. It was an ideal place for a teenager like Blaine.
When he first arrived at Dalton, Blaine was positively terrified; the sheer enormity of the place – the intricate architecture, the vast fields for sports and the expanses of grass that lay before him, the foreboding feeling that was emanating from the front gate and the size of the student body – was enough to scare the living daylight out of anybody.
He could remember his first day at Dalton as if it were yesterday.
His parents had just backed out of the parking lot, leaving him alone to face the towering main building.
He chuckled softly as he recalled how awe-stricken he was at the sight of the calm teenage boys in uniform walking down the halls and the shock he felt as he saw several boys holding hands with no judgment or abuse thrown at their direction from their fellow students. On the contrary, they received pats on the back, suggestive winks and wolf whistles from their friends.
Oh, how Blaine had longed to be a part of that acceptance circle.
A year had already passed since then and he was much wiser now.
He had countless friends; he was captain of the soccer team, lead singer in the acapella show choir group that represented the school (the Warblers) and had quite a good average for a sophomore.
His life was perfect.
But every year, come February 14th, Blaine would lock himself up in his room, refusing to witness anything that could remind him that it was Valentine's Day and that he was alone.
He was now attempting to read a book, propped on his pillow, trying his best to immerse himself in the wonderful adventures of Pip as Great Expectations unfolded before his very eyes.
And then he couldn't concentrate anymore.
Outside his door, someone was talking rather loudly into his cell-phone, probably assuming he was alone.
"Yeah, Dad, I got everything. I arrived safely, everything's fine. No, no one's beat me up yet, the place is practically abandoned. You'd think that someone would stay in today to introduce the new kid. Oh, well. I'm at my room, so I'll talk to you later, ok? Love you, Dad."
That voice had Blaine's heart aching. He couldn't breathe as he hung on every word, not quite understanding what was happening.
Then the door opened and Blaine turned quickly, ready to yell at the intruder to leave him alone, quite positive that it was one of his best friends, Wes and David, attempting to coax him outside yet again.
He turned and nearly choked.
The boy standing at the threshold was a complete stranger, albeit a strikingly beautiful stranger. His clothes were spotless, clearly designers', and complimented his nearly translucent porcelain skin perfectly. His chestnut hair was styled into a quaff that only gave the boy a more angelic demeanor. Blaine was saving the stranger's facial features for last, suspecting he'd be done for the minute he looked in the face of the angel.
And boy was he right!
His cheeks were prominent against a strong nose that was set in above a perfect, thin mouth with the rosiest lips Blaine had ever set eyes upon. All these paled in comparison, however, with the boy's eyes – baby blue with a few streaks of grey and a hint of sea green – underneath two perfectly sculpted eyebrows.
Blaine was speechless.
He knew he was staring at the boy, but he could not bring himself to stop. The boy was perfect!
And then he spoke.
"Um, hi, are you Blaine Anderson? My name is Kurt Hummel. I was assigned to be your roommate."
That voice! It was the same voice from the hall that had his heart all tingly.
But he couldn't dwell on that, Kurt was staring and probably thinking he was mentally handicapped or something.
"Uh, yeah, I'm Blaine. Welcome to Dalton," he said, smiling as convincingly as he could. "Do you need any help with that?"
Kurt was carrying in a suitcase that seemed to belong to two families of three rather than one teenage boy.
"I think I'll be ok," he huffed, attempting to drag the suitcase across the room to the spare bed, but barely moving it an inch.
Taking pity on the slender boy, Blaine tried to help by shoving the suitcase towards Kurt's bed as Kurt tugged at it.
When they finally managed to hoist the suitcase upright so it was standing at the foot of the bed, Blaine stood to see Kurt staring at him, livid.
"I told you not to help me," he said, his voice dangerously quiet.
"But… you needed help."
Blaine did not understand. The boy was practically wheezing with the effort of carrying his suitcase and he was mad at Blaine for helping?
"I said I was going to be fine, why didn't you just sit there and respect my decision?" Kurt's face was now turning red with anger, "I told you I'll be fine. God, why does no one listen to what I have to say anymore?"
And with that statement he sat on his bed and began ripping open his suitcase, randomly taking out clothes.
Blaine simply shrugged, figuring it was best to leave him alone, and sat on his bed, trying to re-immerse himself in his book, but was slightly distracted as he heard a soft sob.
He lifted his head up and saw that Kurt was bent over himself, sitting on the edge of the bed with a coat hanging loosely on his lap.
He slowly moved forward and sat beside him only to see tears clinging to Kurt's long eyelashes.
"Kurt?"
He didn't know what had gotten into him; he did not even know this boy who yelled at him a mere minute ago for attempting to help him; but something inexplicable caused him to wrap his hands around the slender boy's shoulders and simply hold him there.
After a few moments of silence, Kurt looked up at Blaine, "What are you doing?"
Blaine blinked, "What?"
"Why aren't you hitting me or cursing at me or throwing something at me?"
Blaine flinched back and looked at Kurt, "What?"
Kurt simply huffed and gave Blaine a look that said don't screw with me.
"I know you know I'm gay, why aren't you running to tell your friends… oh wait, you can't! You'll get kicked out," Kurt sneered at him.
Blaine stood to take a good look at Kurt.
The boy was still hunched over, his hands were wrapped protectively against his torso and he was staring at the floor.
Blaine knelt beside Kurt and whispered, "I am gay, too, Kurt."
At this, Kurt's head snapped up and his eyes were wide as two saucers.
He was about to say something when the door opened with a loud bang and two extremely hyperactive teenage boys bounced their way into the room.
"Hey Blaine!"
Blaine ground his teeth and stood to face the newcomers.
"Jeff! Nick! What is it about no-one-bugs-me-on-Valentine's-Day that you do not understand?"
The two boys looked at each other and then at Blaine, and shrugged.
"We got bored," Jeff whined, shaking his blonde hair out of his eyes.
"Yeah! And Wes and David are too busy sucking face or whatever with their girlfriends, and we knew you were getting a roommate today so we decided to bug the hell out of him, too!"
At this, they turned to face Kurt, who by now looked like he'd seen Marley's ghost in the flesh.
"Hey, we're Nick and Jeff, who are you?"
"K-Kurt Hummel," he stuttered, looking at Blaine for help.
Yeah, sure, now he wants my help, Blaine thought, before quenching that thought. That was mean.
"Well, Kurt Hummel, come on! We're gonna show you around!"
Jeff grabbed Kurt's arm while Nick grabbed his other arm before the two hoisted the pale boy up and began yanking him to his feet before stopping as they saw Blaine blocking their way.
"Guys!"
Nick slumped playfully and sighed, "Come on, Blaine! Don't be such a spoil-sport! We were only gonna show him how fun Dalton can be!"
"Nick, the kid just got here!"
"Ahem."
Six pairs of eyes turned to stare at Kurt as he stood in a pose that Blaine was sure only girls could manage to pull off and not look like complete idiots, in Kurt's case, well, Blaine had to take a deep breath before continuing to look at Kurt.
"Does the kid have any say in this, too?"
Nick and Jeff looked at each other and smirked.
"Ok, Kurt, what would you like to do?" Jeff asked, raising his eyebrow at Kurt who was now positively grinning.
"Well, it is Valentine's Day, and you said the entire student body is busy making out with their respective significant other, right?"
Nick and Jeff nodded vehemently.
"Well, I assume that means the halls are deserted and we can do whatever we like."
And with that, the three boys were out the door, leaving Blaine to stare at the vacant space they left behind him.
Well, this Valentine's Day is sure to be interesting.
To be continued in Chapter 2 - Kurt.
So, what do you think? Personally I wanted to slap the living daylights out of Kurt, don't you think? I mean, come on! The guy, this VERY hot guy was trying to help! Ah, but there is more than meets the eye as always, isn't there?
Stay tuned to find out whether Kurt is simply a heartless male bitch or whether I have decided to soften him up.
Also, I am really in love with the rest of the Warblers, especially Nick and Jeff, so you can expect a lot from them. What can I say? I'm a sucker for blazers.
Toodles till next time ;)
TheLionGate
P.S This might be my last ever fanfiction story, I am currently trying to write my first ever real story so I really hope that goes well. If it won't, there will always be this wonderful site. So just keep in mind that if this story finishes and there are no more publications from my user, it's because I've finally managed to bust out of my box. In the meantime, do enjoy. TheLionGate ;)
