Disclaimer: I'm not affiliated with anyone from The Glee Project.

Note: Okay, so I know doing four stories at once is crazy, but I like to keep my creative mind occupied, and I could not resist writing this one. It's a multi-chapter song-fic to "Falling Slowly", and the pairing is Damian/Cameron. There will be nine chapters total. Please review.

I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that

Damian McGinty sighed as his host family dropped him off at school. He wasn't sure how high school in America would compare to secondary school in Ireland, but he hoped that it wouldn't be too different, that he wouldn't be too much of an outcast. He tentatively pushed open the door, only to immediately be swallowed up into the crush of moving teenage bodies in the main hallway. It was enough to draw in a sharp breath, and he was pushed to the side by the herd of people. Damian shook his head and headed towards the front office to turn in his paperwork.

"Hello, dear," the secretary greeted him warmly. "You must be Damian. Welcome to Chestnut High. Here, I'll take those papers from you." He wordlessly handed them over, slowly taking in his new surroundings. "Everything seems to be in order," she said, shuffling through the papers. "Here's your locker number and combination, as well as your class schedule. If you need anything else, come and see me." The phone rang as she handed him his schedule, and she reached over to answer it. "Good morning, Chestnut High School, this is Jane speaking, how may I help you?" Damian took this to be his dismissal, and attempted to figure out his map to the school. From what he could tell, his locker was two hallways over, and his homeroom was just next door to it. He wandered in that general direction and managed to find the locker without too much trouble.

That's when he saw him for the first time.

A tall boy with messy blonde hair and glasses was standing at the locker above Damian's, putting books in and taking other ones out. "Excuse me," Damian said quietly. "But I believe you're standing in front of my locker." The blonde boy nodded in apology, closed his locker door, slung his bag over his shoulder, and walked away. Damian sighed; he hoped it wouldn't be hard to make friends here, like it was at home. He tugged his locker open after a few false tries and consulted his class schedule to see what notebooks he'd need for that morning. He put what he didn't need away and shuffled to his homeroom. He didn't know why, but he was hoping he'd see the blonde haired boy again. There was something about the way the boy had been dressed that compelled the Irish boy, something about his attitude and eyes that drew him in. He looked around the room, but didn't see the kid anywhere. Dejectedly, he handed over his information to his teacher and slid into a desk in the back row, wanting to become invisible. He was supposed to think of this as a fresh start; no one here knew his secrets. No one knew about his life, or his ghosts, or the skeletons in his closet. He could start anew, at least for nine months, at which time he'd have to go back home and to the hell he left behind there.

He went through the new motions of his day, hardly speaking to anyone, afraid that they'd use his accent against him, that they'd use being different against him, like they all did. By the end of the day, he still hadn't seen the blonde haired boy again, and was feeling quite down due to it. He slid into his last class of the day, Physics, and took a seat at one of the long benches that had been set up. The one thing Damian was good at was science, and he had been on the accelerated track at his school in Ireland, which was why he was able to take a senior-level class as a junior. The bell rang, and at the last minute, the blonde-haired boy darted into the room, taking the empty seat next to Damian. Damian's heart pounded; he had wondered what the boy's name was all day, and it was driving him crazy. Now, he was finally going to be able to find out. He peered at the boy's notebook, but didn't see a name on it. Now that he could see the boy up close, Damian got a better look at it. God, he was hot, with eyes that just drew you into him and not a blemish on his face. There was a bit of scruff on his chin, giving him an air of rugged manliness, which Damian hated to admit, was turning him on, though he didn't know why. "Hey, what's your name?" He found himself whispering.

"Mr. McGinty?" The teacher said. "I'll forgive you for today, because it's your first day, but I will not tolerate talking in my class unless I tell you otherwise."

"I'm sorry, ma'am," he replied politely, blushing at the chastisement. He scribbled the notes on the board with a new fervor, slight adrenaline racing through his veins; he was in his element in this class. When the final bell rang, he looked up in surprise; the hour had flown by, and he'd survived the first day of American school. "Hey," he tried to get the attention of the blonde-haired boy before leaving the classroom, but he had gone before Damian even had the chance to put his notebook away. Defeated, Damian trudged back to his locker. The boy was nowhere in sight. Shoulders slumped, Damian unlocked his locker, grabbing what he needed for homework that night. He nearly didn't see the piece of paper that had been jammed through the slot of the door, but spotted it just in time. Heart racing, he unfolded it, half of him hoping it was the blonde boy, and the other half hoping it was just a mistake and he could keep going through invisible. Curiously, hungrily, he read it. It said just one word.

Cameron.