Klaine My Way
Hey Guys! This is my new/old fanfiction called Klaine My Way! I've decided to pick this fic back up again after a few requests to carry it on, and you gotta give the people what they want!
This is solely a Klaine centred fic with everything we need to get through our miserable lives, our huge manifest destiny of Klaine! This is a story of how they met. And how their relationship progresses on from there. BTW Blaine never went to Dalton, he transferred to McKinley. The story is hopefully going to be my take on episodes from Season 1, 2, 3, and possibly 4 and 5. And I think when it comes to an end, then we will include series 6. I hope you enjoy this as I have some very good ideas and feelings about it, so here we are peeps, Klisses xxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own any of the Glee characters, or Klaine, or anyone in Ryan Murphy's beautiful universe… except for my OC's
Side note: The main sport at McKinley will be Rugby because no matter how much I watch Glee, I know nothing about American Football… btw I'm British
Chapter 1: Pilot/First Kiss
Kurt Hummel arrived at school at 8:20 that morning, he checked himself in the car mirror one more time, straightened his Cheerios uniform and went to join his friends at the dumpsters. By the wall he saw his three best friends, Quinn, Santana and Brittany.
"Hey girls," he greeted, slumping against the wall with them.
"Hey Kurt, how was your weekend?" Quinn smiled, this was usually how their conversations would go on a Monday morning.
"Not too bad. Helped my little sister learn her piece for her piano recital and helping Dad around the shop, usual stuff. What about you?" he responded.
"Well, we had a new family move onto our street, so Mum insisted that we go and see them, and they were really nice, so we helped them unpack boxes and showed them around the neighbourhood. They have a son who is starting here today," the blond explained, flipping her hair out of her face. Kurt just nodded along, and the four joined in with the jocks, who were currently picking up nerds on their way into school and throwing them into the bins.
"Hey guys, you're all looking good today," Noah Puckerman told them, winking and throwing his arm around Quinn.
"We always look good Puck, what's your excuse?" Santana quipped, noticing the boy actually looked clean today.
"Heard we were getting a new kid in today, either he's gonna be joining these lot, lounging around in the rubbish," he pointed to the bins, where some of the boys were trying to climb out; "or he will be stood with us laughing at them," Puck explained.
"What if he's in between? Then your plan will be ruined," Britt piped in.
"Then I'll welcome him with a slushie facial every day of his high school life," he answered, as if it were obvious.
"Don't you think that's a little harsh Puck?" Quinn asked her boyfriend.
"Nah babe, it will do him good, toughen him up for later life. All about the greater good, me," he grinned, and started making out with Quinn, not like Kurt needed to see that.
"Hey girls, Kurt," Mike greeted, as he scooped Brittany up in his arms.
"Hey Mike, Matt," he smiled back, watching as his two friends were being hugged by their boyfriends. Kurt always felt like the extra wheel, and not like a third wheel, but a seventh wheel! More often than not, all the girls were with their boyfriends, and Kurt would tag along because he didn't want to be left alone. "Maybe this new kid might change it all?" he thought to himself. Even if he wasn't gay or alarmingly beautiful, at least he would have a friend when his were all making out.
The bell rang, and the jocks and cheerleaders were about to head inside, when a silver Mercedes entered the car park. It was one of the nicest cars Kurt had ever seen, and since he worked with them, he had seen a lot of cars. The group stopped and just stared at the vehicle, which was currently being placed into park.
"Is that the new kid?" Santana asked Quinn, and she nodded. Kurt was eager to see the new boy, so he stood on the stairs, waiting to get a first glimpse of him. Then he looked around and realised, they weren't the only ones who were waiting for the new arrival to get out of his car; it was like he was a movie star or something…
Blaine sat in his car, debating whether to get out or not. He knew when he had chosen the Merc that morning that he was bound to get attention. It's not as if a public school had that many nice cars in them, however he had noticed a nice white BMW parked next to a sleek black Navigator. Blaine had then realised he had gathered quite a crowd now, and they were congregating on the front stairs, and decided to brave it. He slid out of his car gracefully, with his new leather Marc Jacobs bag on his shoulder, and walked out where everyone could see him.
Kurt nearly gasped when he saw the new boy, he was beautiful… He had nice tanned skin, and gorgeous black hair that was cemented down with gel. Kurt couldn't keep his eyes off of his well sculpted body under a tight black t-shirt, and tight, black, skinny jeans that left nothing to the imagination. The boy had bright golden eyes and a warm, welcoming smile which could make everybody melt. Kurt deemed the boy physically flawless and god-like. But all it would take to ruin it would be if he spoke with a high voice, Kurt called it the 'David Beckham affect.' But for now, Kurt was happy with a picture of him in his mind. Santana pulled Kurt from the world of perfection, as she dragged him down the stairs.
"Geez Kurt. Could you make it more obvious? You don't wanna scare him away," she hissed. Kurt normally wouldn't take that off Santana, but he knew she was right, so he just kept his head down.
Blaine made his way from his car and walked up to the school. And on the stone steps, he saw the most gorgeous creature. A boy of pale, porcelain skin, perfectly coiffed coffee coloured hair, and stunning features which completed his beautiful face. And he was wearing a uniform! Blaine didn't want to make it obvious, but this boy was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen, ever! He then saw him being pulled down the stairs by a Latina girl in the same uniform except wearing a skirt. Blaine realised he was a cheerleader! Blaine was a sucker for uniforms, especially when the people in them were as beautiful as the boy. This was going to be a good school year, he could feel it!
Before Kurt knew it, he was being dragged into school by his girls, who were probably going to make fun of Rachel Berry's ridiculous outfit that she had chosen for the day. And sure enough, they saw her at her locker wearing a bright blue pant suit!
"Hey dwarf, loving the pant suit!" Santana yelled down the hallway, causing a laugh to stir up in the corridor. Rachel's face turned sad, and this just fuelled their fire.
"Was 'GAP for kids' closed this morning when you realised you had worn all your reindeer sweaters and granny tights?" Quinn threw in, they had all cornered her against her locker. Kurt could see that what she was wearing was a crime against fashion, so Rachel can't really complain about getting picked on, wearing that, she was asking for it.
"Did you rip that suit from your dead grandmother's corpse?" Brittany asked, actually serious. This made the hall howl with laughter, and Rachel looked so offended that she stormed off in a huff, right into Azimio's slushie. Even Kurt couldn't hide a laugh, when he saw all the liquid red and cold ice drip over her face and onto her hideous outfit.
"Well done Azimio, I think you actually improved her outfit," Kurt laughed. Azimio high-fived him and they all stalked off to class, sniggering.
Kurt and Quinn arrived to English on time, and sat down at their usual desks. Quinn was still laughing about Rachel getting slushied, and Kurt was getting his pen and notebook out. The bell then went, and Mrs Clarkson went on and on and on about Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, the play they were studying that term. The copies were being given out, when a handsome face appeared in the doorway. "Never has a door frame been more attractive," Kurt gasped under his breath, so only Quinn heard him, and she broke into a fit of giggles.
"Hi, I'm sorry I'm late, I got lost," his beautiful voice spoke.
"Not the David Beckham affect, not the David Beckham affect!" Kurt cheered to himself. Mrs Clarkson gave him the once over.
"Mr Anderson I presume?" she questioned.
"Yes that's me. Blaine Anderson," he told her with a grin on his face, he was determined to make a good first impression.
"Well, do you know anyone in here? We tend to work in groups a lot and that just makes it easier for me," she asked him. Blaine quickly scanned the classroom and saw Quinn, red from laughing at Kurt.
"I know Quinn," he pointed out. "Is that okay if he works with you, Miss Fabray and Mr Hummel?" Blaine looked up again, and saw the boy she was addressing was the beautiful one from the stairs, and Blaine quickly got excited.
"Of course Miss," Quinn answered, as she didn't trust anything that would come out of Kurt's mouth. Mrs Clarkson waved her hand, and Blaine went to sit next to Quinn. But then he saw the porcelain boy next to her, so went to the other side of him, he didn't want to interrupt their thing. Blaine quickly dumped his bag under the desk, and got his things out, Kurt and Quinn began whispering as he did so.
Blaine was nervous, he would admit. Not only was he in a new school where he hardly knew anyone, he was sat in an English class next to a beautiful boy, whom he would undoubtedly be working with, this was good. When he looked back up, he saw the boy looking at him, and smiling, good sign.
"Hi. My name is Blaine Anderson," Blaine introduced a little too formally, outstretching his hand.
"Kurt Hummel," he smiled, gripping Blaine's hand tightly.
"Kurt, even his name was perfect!" Blaine sighed. They were just staring at each other for what felt like hours, when Quinn tapped Kurt on the shoulder.
"What?" he hissed.
"You're still holding his hand," she hissed back. Kurt quickly retracted his hand and blushed heavily, Blaine just smiled adorably.
"So Kurt, what are we doing?" he asked him, smiling.
"Romeo and Juliet," he managed to squeak out not so subtly.
"One of my favourites," Blaine declared. Blaine was over the moon, he was sat next to a beautiful boy reading one of the greatest love stories of all time, plus he had read the play recently and hoped he wouldn't have to do too much.
"You've read it before?" Kurt asked, glad to know someone in his group could do his work for him.
"Yes, many times. Always dreamed about having my own Romeo when I was little," Blaine answered, not cautious about what he was saying.
"Don't you mean a Juliet?" Quinn cut in.
"No, I meant Romeo," he answered confidently. He had probably blown his high school career by saying that, but he'd see. Kurt was elated that Blaine was gay, he was so happy, it wouldn't just end up like one of those weird crushes, he was actually gay, and now a crush on him wouldn't be weird, unless Quinn made it weird.
"Kurt has too, except the whole dying part and having sex at fourteen," she added. And there she went making it weird. "Santana and I have a bet that you'll still be a virgin by the time you're twenty five," she threw in. Kurt blushed brilliantly and slapped her in the arm. Kurt noticed that Blaine looked uncomfortable, but he kept quiet.
"I hate you," Kurt snarled at his supposed best friend.
"No you don't, you love me, and I may have just got you a boyfriend," Quinn defended. It was awkward because Blaine could hear everything they were saying.
"Mr Hummel, since you are so busy talking about the work, perhaps you could recite, the verse we were just talking about?" Mrs Clarkson called him out.
"God she can be a bitch at times," Kurt thought to himself. Kurt went wide eyed, when Blaine saved him. Blaine was quickly scribbling something down on a piece of paper, and pushed it in front of Kurt to read. "Two households both alike in dignity, in fair Verona where we lay our scene. From ancient grudge break new mutiny, from forth the fatal loins of these two foes, star-cross'd lovers take their life," Kurt recited. Mrs Clarkson looked half pleased, and just told him to get on with the lesson. Kurt shot Blaine a look of thanks, and Blaine squeezed his hand in conformation. Kurt was surprised that Blaine would risk a move such as that in a classroom, but Kurt went with it.
By the end of the lesson, Kurt believed he and Blaine were firm friends, and were talking about everything from Broadway and musicals, to Blaine's love of rugby and bow ties. It was great to have a guy like Blaine around, coz it meant that Kurt was not alone anymore. The bell went, and Kurt told Blaine that he had a free period, and learned that Blaine had the same. So they bid farewell to Quinn who had Science, and they went to sit in an empty classroom.
"Thanks for not ditching me, I don't know what I would have done if you had gone off with Quinn," Blaine thanked.
"It's okay, I have the free hour anyway, so I would have ended up spending it with Edith the librarian," Kurt laughed.
"Well, I'm sure Edith is lovely, but bye, bye Edith, coz you have me now," Blaine chuckled, acting like a child. Kurt smiled genuinely and just laid back on the table. Blaine was dying to ask Kurt about the cheerleading, he couldn't help it.
"So what's this uniform then?" Blaine asked, gesturing to Kurt's body.
"Cheerios, it's McKinley's cheerleading team," Kurt told him, stretching, and Blaine just gaped. Kurt just laughed.
"It's okay. You are not the only one to react to seeing a male cheerleader," he assured him.
"No, no it's not that. Just the fact that when you stretched, your shirt rode up," Blaine coughed, blushing.
"Oh, sorry. That's embarrassing. I won't stretch anymore then," Kurt muttered.
"So, who do you cheer for?" Blaine enquired.
"Mostly the rugby team, but Sue sometimes makes us perform at pep rallies and stuff. We also do competitions every term," Kurt explained.
"Cool. Do you think the rugby team has any openings?" Blaine wondered.
"I dunno, but I can ask Puck if you want?" he asked.
"Puck?" Blaine repeated, the name intimidating him.
"Yeah, he's the co-captain and the left winger person. He's the tall guy with a mohawk and letterman jacket. He's also Quinn's boyfriend," Kurt described.
"Oh yeah. He was throwing those kids in the dumpsters this morning right?" Blaine remembered.
"Yeah, he does it every morning, just to remind them that we are the top of the food chain, and they're the measly bottom feeders or something like that. I don't really go for it, but I just find it easier to keep my mouth shut and say witty things at the right time," he explained. Blaine chuckled.
"Doesn't sound like a bad deal to be honest. At least you're popular, I saw a boy earlier get a slushie thrown in his face! I've never heard of such a thing," Blaine told him, shocked.
"They're the main equipment here, slushies I mean. They're only like fifty cents, so jocks are willing to pay that in order to bestow humiliation upon the target. People complain about it of course, people have to take showers and are then late to lessons, I've heard a few people have to bring changes of clothes just in case, and it can cause bad irritation to the skin. It's just the principal is the stupidest guy I've ever met, he only cares about the rugby and Cheerios, I know that's a good thing, but not everybody has that option, and apparently getting rid of the slushie machine is a ridiculous idea, because you get at least a dozen jocks, buying five or six slushies a day," Kurt ranted, and took a breath. Blaine just smiled.
"Sounds like you know what you're talking about, and it's a good thing that you don't like picking on people, it shows you're a good person, and that's all a person can really ask of another," Blaine comforted, smiling gently. Kurt smiled back and blushed. Then the door opened and Mr Schuester came in.
"Oh hi Kurt, you okay?" the curly haired man asked, before placing his bag on the desk.
"Yeah, fine Mr Schue," Kurt answered. He never had the teacher before because he didn't take Spanish, but he plays basketball with Sue during the week, and Kurt was the only Cheerio that cheers for him when he scores.
"Sorry, I don't know who you are. Are you new?" he turned to Blaine.
"Oh yeah. My name's Blaine Anderson, sir. Moved here today actually," Blaine told him.
"Cool, where from?" the man asked.
"Los Angeles, my dad got a new job opportunity out here," he explained. This was the first Kurt heard of L.A.
"You're from L.A? Why didn't you tell me?" Kurt gasped.
"Never came up. But I suppose we better get out of your way, nice to meet you sir," Blaine dragged Kurt along.
"Oh it's Mr Schuester Blaine," he waved. "Oh guys, wait!" And they turned around, to see the teacher right behind them.
"You two wouldn't be interested in joining Glee Club would you?" he asked them.
"Glee Club? Doesn't that perv Mr Ryerson run it?" Kurt asked, uncertain.
"He did, not anymore. Figgins fired him. So I've decided to take it up, and so far we've only had four sign up, and one of them is the boy in the wheelchair, Artie. We really need a male lead to keep up with Rachel," Mr Schue explained, Kurt was actually thinking about it too, then that wretched name came up.
"Erm, no thanks Mr Schue, I would but Coach Sue would have my throat," Kurt apologised. Mr Schuester looked really upset, and looked hopefully to Blaine.
"I can't sing, I'm sorry," Blaine thought of quickly, even though he knew it was a damn lie.
"Oh, thanks anyway guys," he waved them off.
As soon as they were far away enough, they were near the gym. "That was close, I feel bad for the guy, but I am not singing back up for Rachel effing Berry," Kurt groaned.
"Why, who's Rachel Berry?" Blaine asked.
"She's a dwarf who manages to dress like a grandmother and a toddler at the same time, she has a huge nose, huge ego and attitude to back it up. She can sing, I'll give her that, but she is one of the most intolerable human beings I've ever met," Kurt complained.
"She can't be that bad," Blaine defended her, even though he didn't know her.
"Oh she is. I am not wasting my talents on her, not when I can showcase them in Cheerios performances. Sue may be horrible, but she knows what I can do," he told him.
"Fair enough. Could you show me where the gym is Kurt please?" Blaine asked him politely.
"Yeah, sure. Through here," and Kurt led him into the locker room.
"Do you know where the coach will be? I want to ask if I could try out," Blaine said.
"Coach Beiste is probably out on the field, she'll be shouting at the freshmen class," Kurt supposed.
"Beast? She?" Blaine exclaimed.
"Yes, her name is Shannon B.E.I.S.T.E, but she's the best rugby coach in the state apparently, she turned the squad from winning maybe a game a year, to winning every game every year. She's lovely, and relatively harmless," Kurt explained. Then she walked through the door as if on cue, and made her way through the sea of red lockers. Kurt nudged Blaine, and he went to her, Kurt was sure he could see him visibly shaking.
"Coach Beiste?" Blaine asked timidly.
"That's me. What do you want punkin? Don't think I've seen you round here before?" she asked kindly, and Kurt could see Blaine visibly sigh with relief.
"My name is Blaine Anderson, I only transferred today. I was wondering if you had any spaces on the rugby team?" Blaine wondered.
"We do, yeah. One of my wings gone out coz he busted his shin bone up, you any good?" she asked hopefully.
"I think I am. I used to play when I lived in L.A, and really enjoyed it, and I was right wing," he told her.
"L.A huh? Well, supposing you can play, I'd have to try you out first. You free after school?" she enquired.
"Yeah," Blaine answered almost too quickly.
"Meet me out on the field in your track stuff at three, if you can do my drills, you're in," she chuckled, and clapped him on the back, smiling fondly at him.
"That's great news Blaine, I hope you get on the team," Kurt congratulated, with a small hug. They lingered a little too long, and the bell went. They both blushed with a goodbye to each other, and went off to their respective classes, Kurt sneaking a look at Blaine's ass when he turned around.
Three o' clock came, and Blaine was out on the field, ready for his try out. The rest of the team were there too, in full uniform, waiting to see if he was good enough, some of them staring at him, like he was an appetiser. Coach Beiste told him to do two laps, and he managed to do it in exactly two minutes, barely out of breath. He was eager to proceed, and Coach could see that, she liked the kid, his enthusiasm was refreshing. She put him through some wind sprints, push ups, sit ups, and got him to try and tackle various sized guys on the team; all he managed to do perfectly except Karofsky, coz he's a big guy. Puck was beginning to watch him now, and could see he was good, he got the attention of most of the other guys as well, including Mike and Matt who were smiling at him, and could clearly see how good he was. Mike and Matt were determined to make a great friend out of him.
After all the drills were done, and Coach deemed him good enough to be put in the squad, they started training as a team. Blaine was getting to know some of the guys, and could see they were nice, good guys; quite the opposite of some of the jocks he had previously met. The only one he wasn't sure on was Karofsky, he seemed to look at him funny, but then joke and laugh with him and the rest of the team, he was an odd one. Blaine had seen him do a run, and could tell he wasn't a big team player, he played for his own benefit, no one else's.
About half way through training, the cheerleaders came onto the field, and all the guys were wolf whistling their girls, or girls they liked the look of. But Blaine had his eyes on Kurt, and Kurt only. No other girl or guy could compare, and all Blaine could do was stare at him, wide eyed, watching him warm up. Puck brought him out of the world of Kurt, and began to talk to him about plays and stuff, when he noticed he didn't have all of Blaine's attention. Puck looked to where he was staring, and saw him looking at Kurt who was bending over and stretching his back.
"You want him Anderson?" he teased Blaine.
"What, no. Of course not. I'm not gay," Blaine started quickly, turning his head away.
"Yeah you are," he said simply. "And you do want him. To be honest, he's a good looking guy, and if I were gay, I'd want him too. So I am not going to tell anyone you're gay, coz I'm not like that, that's your decision. But I am going to make sure you get with Kurt," Puck told him firmly.
"How did you know?" Blaine asked him, looking a little scared that it was obvious.
"Dunno really. You just have a certain… quality, plus you wear that posh body spray and practically undress Kurt with your eyes, I ain't stupid. Just a word of warning, watch out for Karofsky. He's had his eyes on Kurt since middle school, but I don't know why he's a complete dick to him. Anyway, I just don't think he'll be happy if the new guy swoops in and takes Kurt. So if you really want Kurt, you might have to be prepared to fight for him, and I mean that literally. I don't think Karofsky has ever come across a problem he hasn't wanted to punch, and the next problem might be you," Puck explained, slight worry wavering in his eyes. He loved Kurt like a brother, and even though he just met Blaine, he can see he's a good guy, and would never hurt Kurt.
"Thanks for the warning Puck, that was cool. Thanks," Blaine patted his shoulder and went over to the talk that Beiste was giving.
After practise, Blaine went to go change and get a shower, whilst in there, Coach gave him his new letterman jacket. He was mega proud of it and put it on as he went to the bleachers to get the last of his stuff. However, when he came out, he wasn't expecting to see Karofsky and Kurt shouting at each other under the bleachers. Blaine was worried, worried for Kurt, and especially worried that Karofsky might hurt Kurt. Blaine was going to interrupt, but heeded Puck's warning, so decided to hide near the bleachers, watching them argue. Technically he wasn't spying, he did actually need to talk to Kurt, but he couldn't just walk away, knowing Kurt might be in danger.
This carried on for about five minutes, then it all went quiet for a second. Blaine moved forward slightly, and saw Karofsky was kissing Kurt! Kurt was flailing his arms, and trying to push him off him, until he finally managed to, and they started arguing again. Blaine hid away again, and heard Kurt shout; "don't you dare come near me again!" Blaine was happy and proud that Kurt had the power to do that, and he admired him. Seconds later, Blaine could hear the gravel under foot moving, and looked up to see Karofsky stumbling away, out of sight.
Blaine let Kurt have a minute to himself before showing his face. "Hey," Blaine greeted softly. Blaine saw that Kurt was crying, and before he thought about anything, enveloped him in a tight hug. Kurt just bawled into Blaine's new letterman jacket, and wrapped his arms securely around Blaine's waist. They stood there for ages, Blaine just letting Kurt cry it out. After all, Karofsky had just forcibly kissed him. Kurt pulled back a bit and rubbed at his face, his skin coming out in pink blotches.
"Sorry for that, I think I should probably explain what-" he started.
"I saw what Karofsky did. I was going to come and help when I saw you pushing him, but I didn't want to make things worse for you. Then I heard you shouting at him, and saw him walking away. I'm sorry I didn't come and help you," Blaine apologised, his eyes getting a little watery too.
"You did. You came to me when I needed someone, and I'm sorry you had to see that," Kurt gushed, his face slowly turning back to normal. He wiped a stray tear off of Blaine's cheek and hugged him again.
"Thank you," Kurt said simply.
"No problem," Blaine answered back.
"So you got on the team then?" Kurt quirked, smiling.
"Yeah. Lot easier than I thought actually. Some really good guys on the team. Puck seems cool, and Mike and Matt seem real nice too," Blaine rattled off.
"They're in my group of friends, so if you want to start hanging out with us, you're welcome to," Kurt offered.
"Thanks. Might have to take you up on that," Blaine smiled goofily. Kurt laughed, "his laugh is beautiful" Blaine thought to himself.
"So shall we walk back to the parking lot?" Kurt suggested. Blaine nodded and walked beside Kurt all the way to his car, turns out his was the black Navigator he saw on the way in.
"So, I'll see you tomorrow then?" Kurt smiled.
"You will," and Blaine started to walk to his car. Then Kurt felt brave and called his name, as Blaine span around, he felt his lips on Kurt's soft ones. The kiss was chaste, and new and magical. Their lips danced together, just feeling like they were the only people on the planet.
Kurt pulled back after a while, and Blaine chased him, sneaking another kiss. This one was shorter, but still as sweet. As they both pulled back, they realised they were both blushing, and smiling like idiots. They both couldn't believe it, they had both just been kissed, and it was incredible!
This time they made it to their cars, and they both sat in their seats, grinning like maniacs. Blaine turned his engine on, and his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out to see 'Kurt' come on his screen. "I didn't realise I gave my number to Kurt," he thought to himself, but read the message; "That was my first kiss xoxoxo ;)" Hope you liked it guys! Klisses xxxxxxxxx