Dalton Academy Warblers Chapter 1: Disaster, a glee fanfic

AN: I haven't posted in a while. Well ages. I actually abandoned and deleted my old fic. But here's my latest! Enjoy!

**Disclaimer**: I don't own Glee (Ryan Murphy has ignored my requests) or the song Falling in Love at a Coffee Shop by Landon Pigg. I do however, own my OC Sean.

Blaine's P.O.V.

This was what the Warblers called a disaster. Our second soloist was leaving.

Sean had been my roommate for almost two and a half years now. I had just got back from class; which he hadn't been at all day; to see all his stuff that was usually strewn around our room packed in boxes and him sitting on bed in street clothes, an unusual sight as it is required to always have on our uniform on campus for the ten hours between eight in the morning and six at night. I checked my iPhone and noted that it was only four in the afternoon.

"Why?" was the first thing on my mind, and the only question I could get out.

"It... this," he said gesturing to the school in general, "It isn't for me. The pressure is just too much. I can't handle it. I won't be here on Monday."

He then got up and left. We didn't have a second soloist.

I wasn't sure what to do. I quickly messaged Wes and David, my two best friends and told them we needed to hold an emergency meeting tomorrow afternoon. There was no point having it today, most of the Warblers had plans for dinner with their families. It was an unspoken rule that we wouldn't hold any meeting on Friday afternoons, as most people had to commute for a while to get to their dinners.

I only go to visit my family monthly, to try and keep some image of normalcy for my father's sake. My father is a street magician turned actor - Harry Anderson. My mum left when I was only five years old. My dad remarried to Leslie. As a step-mum, she's nice. Well at least she's nice compared to the step-mums portrayed in most fictions.

She's the reason my family relationship is so strained. Although she refuses to admit it, she is slightly homophobic. Well maybe more than slightly. When I came out in my final year of middle school to her and my father, she refused to accept me. My relationship with my father dissipated. I'm pretty sure he still believes that he can make me straight.

They are the real reason I came to Dalton. Not to escape bullies at school, but to escape my strained home life. At least Kurt has a family who can mostly accept him. I hadn't met them yet, but I had heard all about the "Finn" debacle from Kurt, and wasn't sure that he isn't slightly homophobic.

My phone started ringing and jolted me out of my thoughts. It was the one man who had been occupying my thoughts himself. I accepted before it even rang twice.

"Kurt! How have you been doing?" I asked. I hoped he was okay, recently the only calls I have gotten from him were to report negative news.

"I'm okay I guess," he answered hesitantly. I knew something was up but waited for him to continue. "I was calling because I have some important news for you. But I want to tell you it in person. Could you get to my house in time for dinner tonight? We usually have it around six."

"Don't you normally have a family dinner on Friday nights?" I asked, not wanting to intrude on their first family dinner as a proper family - Burt and Carole had only gotten married that week, after all.

"Yes, but due to my important news, Dad and Carole asked me to invite you. Don't worry, you won't be intruding," he said with a chuckle, as if he read my earlier thoughts. "So can you make it?"

I checked the time and notice that it was 4:10 pm, I could make it with five minutes to spare, but I wouldn't have time to change. I voiced my thoughts to Kurt, and he seemed extremely excited that I could make it. I confirmed the address as I walked to the school's parking lot.

Kurt seemed reluctant to hang up, but after I told him that although I had a bluetooth set-up in my car, talking to him would only distract me from the road, he hung up with parting words about getting changed.

I wasn't lying when I said that he would distract me from the road. he seemed to have that effect on me. I really did think that he was entrancing, and would love to go out with him. But I understood that although I was pretty sure that the feeling was mutual, he didn't need the extra stress of a boyfriend. After that Neanderthal Karofsky's lip-rape of the precious porcelain boy, I wasn't sure whether kissing him would bring back those horrible memories he must have.

Sure, I wanted to be the one that taught him that kissing was a pleasurable experience, but the "incident" was too recent for me to even try. But I hoped that one day it would be me teaching him about the pleasures of kissing.

I wanted to stop thinking about him in that way only; I checked the clock; an hour and a half before meeting him. I blasted my iPod through my car's speakers to try and distract myself. Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect, as the song that started to play described my exact situation.

I think that possibly,
Maybe, I'm falling for you.
Yes, there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you.
I've seen the paths that your eyes wander down
I want to come too
I think that possibly,
Maybe, I'm falling for you.
No one understands me quite like you do,
Through all of the shadowy corners of me.

I sung along quietly with the words. I always sing out my feelings, as it helps my get my thoughts in order.

I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much,
All of the while I never knew.
I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much,
All of the while I never knew.

Coffee was Kurt and my thing. We always had coffee together at the Lima Bean, it related perfectly to my life. I started to sing louder, more confident in my feelings.

I think that possibly,
Maybe, I'm falling for you.
Yes, there's a chance that I've fallen quite hard over you.
I've seen the waters that make your eyes shine,
Now I'm shining too.

Because, oh,
Because I've fallen quite hard over you,
If I didn't know you I'd rather not know,
If I couldn't have you I'd rather be alone.

It was true that I would rather be with no-one than with Kurt. Kurt was just... amazing. He managed to leave me speechless so many times, and Blaine Anderson never got speechless.

All of the while,
All of the while,
All of the while it was you, you!

The only difference between this song and my feelings was that I was aware of them, I was aware that Kurt was the one that made my day brighten, the one I was in love with. The one I was driving over a hundred minutes to have dinner with.

As the music shuffled onto to a Katy Perry song (Thinking of You) I drove onwards, immersed in thought, with one hour and twenty-five minutes to figure out my feelings. And work out what I was going to say to Kurt's family, who I hadn't even met yet, and even so, they were insisting that I come together. I wondered what Kurt's news was, it must important if they were that insistent.

The rest of the drive passed in a blur of houses, streets and music. I arrived outside the Hummel-Hudson household at exactly 5:59 pm. I checked my reflection in the rear-view mirror, fixing my jacket and re-gelling my hair to perfection.

I had Kurt's family to impress if I ever had a hope of being with him. From what Kurt had told me, Burt was very protective of his son and I guessed that he wouldn't let me be with him unless he trusted and respected me.

With one last check in the mirror, I stepped out of my BMW Gina - sometimes a rich family is worth it - and rang the doorbell of Kurt's house. Although it was way smaller than my house, and less luxurious than Dalton; I liked the sense of home (and smell of delicious home-made food) that emanated from the building.

"I'll get it! No seriously Finn, I will get it." Kurt's voice rang from inside the house.

AN: Sorry for the cliffhanger, but it was already 3 pages, and I wanted to see if people liked it before I continued! A link to the song on youtube and other related images (car, etc.) are on my author page so check it out if you're interested. Please review. I changed up my writing style slightly, so tell me if it works!

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