Author's Note: I can not watch Prom Queen, without getting this idea, so well I wrote it down! Let me know what you think in the review section or PM me. Thank you!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, or it's characters. I do however own my imagination, where this story came from!
Kurt and Blaine were sitting in their usual coffee shop, just enjoying each other's presence. Kurt began on the topic he had wanted to discuss for a while, "Blaine, we've been going out for a few weeks now."
"I know... wait, are you breaking up with me? I knew it was to good to be-" Words tumbled out of Blaine's mouth as emotions flickered across his eyes, understanding, fear, confusion, worry, hurt.
"No! I'm not breaking up with you! I would never." Kurt confirmed, looking up at his boyfriend. Boyfriend! Kurt loved that word. He also loved Blaine, but they haven't exchanged those few words yet.
"Oh, okay. What is it then?" Blaine asked, returning to his normal self.
"It's time you come and meet New Directions. All of them."
"What? When?"
"Well they have rehearsal in about ten minutes. We can get there before they let out."
"-but I don't have any time to prepare! Look at me, do I look ready to meet all your friends? First is friends, then that means I have to meet the family next. What if they don't approve of me?"
"You're starting to lose your dapper, calm down. Trust me on this one, they will absolutely love you. Mercedes already does."
"Well that's one out of thirteen."
"Courage, Blaine. You'll be fine, let's go."
The ride was quiet for the most part, until Blaine started to worry out loud. "Can you tell me their names again?"
"Artie Abrams, he's the one in the wheelchair. Brittany Pierce, she's the ditzy blonde dancer. Finn Hudson, the really tall one, also my step-brother. Lauren Zizes, she's new to the club and basically my replacement. Mercedes Jones, well you know her. Mike Chang, the quiet, asian dancer. Noah "Puck" Puckerman, the residential bad-ass. Quinn Fabray, head cheerleader. Rachel Berry, the loud, annoying small one, and lead female vocalist. Sam Evans, blonde with the Bieber cut, and you can tell he dyes his hair. Santana Lopez, latino and also head bitch. Tina Cohen-Chang, the super sweet, goth asian. That's all of them, now stop worrying!" Kurt offered his hand to stressed boy beside him, which the latter grasped firmly, as the pulled up to the McKinley High parking lot.
"What about the football players?"
"Not here today, I checked with Finn."
"So they know I'm coming?"
"No, you're a surprise."
Blaine groaned, as Kurt showed him this and that on the way to the choir room, where he knocked on the close door, which was soon opened by Mr. Shue.
"Kurt! What's up, buddy? Finn said you were coming, wait, who's your guest?"
"Can we come in? I'll tell everyone at the same time."
"Sure thing."
Thirteen faces looked up at him and Blaine.
"KURT!" Most of the girls, including Mercedes, Rachel and Brittany got up and hugged him. Mercedes also went and hugged Blaine, who smiled when Kurt winked.
Kurt whispered to Blaine, "See, I told you that you would be fine."
"Now, who's that piece of eye-candy, Hummel?" Santana called from the back of the room.
"Everyone, this is Blaine Anderson, my boyfriend."
Now, thirteen voices we're shouting.
"Dad is going to be furious."
"Since when? Why didn't you tell me?"
"I knew!"
"Where can I find a heterosexual version?"
"Spy! Spy! I'm sensing betrayal!"
"He's a dolphin too? Dolphins!"
"Is he treating you right?"
"How's school? Is everyone being nice?"
"Don't you dare hurt him! I'm the only one a loud to do that."
But then, Quinn stood up, "Everyone! Shut up!" The group obeyed and quieted down. Kurt looked up at her in surprise, "Uh, thank you Quinn. Now everyone, it's been a few weeks, he's treating me fine, yes, Britt, he is a dolphin, school is great, I doubt he will hurt me, and Rachel Berry, calm down right now diva, we aren't spies."
Quinn looked up and down at Blaine, which she had been doing, ever since Kurt had said his name. No way this was him. Then again, how many rich, good looking, gay, Blaine Andersons' are in Ohio. Not many. But what she really recognized was his voice. The voice that had calmed her down after so many bullies called her names. The voice that she had soothed when he was hurt. The voice of her best friend.
Blaine cleared his voice and addressed all of New Directions after they stopped shouting, "Uh, hi."
Quinn jumped up from her seat and wrapped her arms around the small boy in front of her. Yes, this was defiantly him. This was her Blaine, Bumble.
"Bumble, you're okay." She soothed, and kissed his cheek as she would when they were in middle school.
He pulled back from her grasp in shock, "Loo-loo?"
"It's me." Quinn confirmed, smiling her brightest smile before Blaine pulled her into another embrace.
Kurt, along with the rest of New Directions watched the exchange from the side-lines, trying to decipher where the two would know each other from.
"What happened to you Loo-loo? You never answered my calls. You have blonde hair and wait, you didn't!" He exclaimed, pointing to her nose.
"I did. I just wanted to let go of my past, I got a new phone, and look at you! I knew you would be okay! Please tell me you at least got one more good punch in before you transferred though."
"As a matter of fact, I did."
"Bumble! Im so proud of you!" Blaine bowed at the compliment.
"I need to know everything that happened though, you can pretty much piece together my story. Kurt never mentioned you though. You're in New Directions right?"
"We'll have to meet up sometime. A ton has happened, I'm not your Loo-loo anymore, I'm Quinn. Quinn Fabray."
"You're Quinn! Head cheerleader Quinn! No way!"
"Yes way."
"Have you realized everyone is looking at us for the past five minutes?"
"Didn't even notice, Bumble."
She leaned towards him and whispered, "They have no clue my name is Lucy, or that I was ever fat, ugly and brunette. They also have no idea I got a nose job."
"How could you keep that secret Loo-loo? Though, you were never fat or ugly. You know they are going to have a ton of questions now. But hey, Kurt doesn't know how bad my bullying was. I guess I kinda kept that a secret too. Now, we can share both of our stories, together."
"That's a fabulous idea, Bumble."
Lucy was gathering her things, to hurry up and leave before the jocks saw her. She hated them, each one of them. They were huddled around a corner though, not paying her the least bit attention. It was one of her luckier days. Then she heard the calling, the yelling. They were leaving her alone, to torture someone else.
"Fag!"
"Queer!"
"Loser!" Then she saw a kick. They had never done that to her before. Why? Whatever the reason, she was a good Catholic girl and she wasn't going to let it go. No, words can hurt, but actions speak louder. She put her hand on the shoulder of the boy that had kicked their victim of the day.
"As much as it pains me, I'm forced to do this." She pulled her knee up, causing the boy to fall to the floor.
"Caboosey, you're going to pay for that."
"Get out of here! I can do that more then once you know?" The boys snarled and shot glares at the short girl, before storming off.
Only one boy was left. A curly haired, hazel eyed one, with tear streaks down his face. When he didn't get up, she decided to sit down on the floor with him.
"Hi, I'm Lucy." She held out a hand, causing the boy to flinch but he replied quietly,
"Blaine."
"I like that name."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"For everything."
"It was no problem, it just means I'm going to have it a little worse tomorrow."
"They do that to you too?"
"The name calling? Yes. Making me feel worthless? Yes. The hitting and kicking? No. That's why I stopped them. Are you hurt?"
"It's just going to leave a bruise, they do it all the time."
"Have you told someone?"
"Yes."
"And it didn't stop?"
"They didn't bother to do anything because I'm- I'm-"
"Gay?"
He shook his head 'yes', but didn't make eye contact with the girl sitting beside him. She kissed his cheek gently before saying, "That's okay."
He looked up at her with wide eyes, "Did you just say being gay was okay?"
"You are who you are."
For the first time in a long time, he smiled, a real smile. He stood up and offered a hand to Lucy. "Can I walk you home?"
"Well I guess so, considering I missed my bus."
"It's the least I could do."
"Lucy?" A ton of people shot questions at her, but grew quiet as she put a finger to her lips, shushing them.
Kurt looked at the duo in front of him. Tears streaked down his face, 'Poor Blaine. Poor Quinn! Oh please don't let this story get worse'.
"Lucy? Are we friends?" Blaine asked innocently one day, after she saved him once again.
"I never had a friend, but yeah, I guess we are."
"I never had a friend either."
"It's okay, B."
"B?"
"B for Blaine."
"B reminds be of bees, like bumblebees."
Lucy laughed, before smiling mischievously, "I could start calling you Bumble instead."
"I prefer B."
"Too late, Bumble!" They both chuckled.
"If, I'm Bumble, you have to have a nickname too."
"You come up with it!"
"Lucy... Lucy... Loopy Lucy...Lu, Loo-loo!"
"Loo-Loo?" Blaine nodded his head yes, grinning up at her.
"Good, for a minute, I thought I was going to be called Loopy Lucy."
They laughed again, greatful for the moment of peace, of their horrible lives.
Kurt smiled, as they told that little story, it was nice. A far improvement from the last one. He hoped things were changed for the better, in their little tale. It was, because for now, the two had each other. -But unfortunately all good things must end.
