AN- Okay first thing I'd like to say is that this is a re-write for my original post on Fanfiction called 'Welcome to McKinley' I hope you all enjoy.

Just so you know when I use the letters POV that stands for point of view and AN stands for Authors Note.

DISCLAIMER- I do not own GLEE, or any of its characters or the songs I use in this story.

-GLEE-

9:45 AM McKinley High School, Pre First Period, Normal POV:

Blaine Anderson stood under the large shadow of McKinley High; it loomed over him like a cloud ready to erupt in thunder. Blaine fuddled with his shoulder strap black bag, shoving papers into certain orders trying to kill as much time as he possibly could, Blaine was starting his first day at a new high school for many reasons that he kept on mental lockdown. Blaine looked down to the outfit he wore, it consisted of a pair of tight black skinny jeans with a pair of black and white sneakers and a light sea blue polo shirt with elbow length sleeves.

Girls swooned at the sight of him, the way he slicked his black hair into a beautiful gelled style, the way his dark brown eyes enlightened the people who saw him. He was practically irresistible to the teenage girls at this school; it was very much ironic how he never wanted a girl in his life. But they'd want him in theirs.

Blaine sighed softly making his way inside the high school; he could feel the cold stares of the guys and warm gazes from the girls.

"Hi there, you must be Blaine Anderson I'm Ms. Pillsbury your guidance counsellor. I'm here to, well give you guidance and on behalf of the staff here at McKinley I'd like to welcome you to our school, my office is just down the hall there, if you need help I'm always one knock away"

Blaine smiled warmly at the red head, she looked to be in her twenties, she had a small petite figure but she was still taller than him, most people were taller than him anyways. Blaine held out a hand for her to shake but she didn't except it. "Sorry, I have OCD it's kind of hard to touch others." Blaine smiled and nodded understanding.

"Thank you for the welcome and I understand my cousin has OCD but I have to say that its extremely smart not to shake hands with people you haven't known for long" Blaine said taking some anti-bacterial hand lotion out and squirting some into the palm of his hand, he then rubbed them into both of his hands then smiled holding his hand out again. Ms. Pillsbury giggled softly and reached over shaking his hand delicately.

"You have just become one of my new favourite students." She said with another laugh escaping her smiling lips.

"Well Ms. Pillsbury would you be able to point me in the direction of the Principal's office?" Blaine asked politely.

Ms. Pillsbury smiled and nodded "It's just down that hall to the left" She said kindly.

"Thank you" Blaine said turning away walking down the hall to the left to go through a glass door into the waiting area to see the principal of this school.

"He'll see you now" A receptionist said typing into her computer and placing a phone down, Blaine nodded gently standing up from the chair he waited in, he fixed his collar and turned the door knob pushing the door open carefully.

"Ah, Mr. Anderson there you are, I was beginning to think you may have gotten lost on your way here" Principal Figgins spoke up; he had a thick coated Indian accent that made Blaine smile lightly.

"Sorry, I had to ask for directions" Blaine said in a hushed tone, he sat down into the chair across from the Principal's desk and placed his bag onto the ground beside him.

"Ah, I see well I'd like to welcome you to McKinley High School, it's an honour to have you here. I've read over you're records from Dalton and I have you say you are very much a people person, let's see" Principal Figgins said picking up a file that Blaine presumed to have been his.

"You have been in the boxing club, the warblers glee club and the performing arts club, I must say that is extremely impressive, here at McKinley people limit themselves to do one thing for extra curricular activities" Principal Figgins said with a smile on his face. "I have here your class schedules, handbook and events calendar and lastly the key for your new locker" Principal Figgins said handing the tools to survive in high school over to him.

Blaine took them and smiled with his eyes skimming over the classes and events, they didn't look like anything that he couldn't handle "Thank you sir." Blaine's politeness never faded even the slightest it was part of his charm.

"Well I have someone who will be coming along to show you around if you don't mind, he seems to have very many classes with you so I thought it would be a good idea" Blaine nodded softly and chuckled lightly seeing how the man was trying to set him up with some friends. Blaine had given up on the idea of having friends, who needed them? All they did was stab you in the back when you were least expecting it, but isn't that how the majority of fuck up's happen in life?

A soft knocking was heard from behind the door "Hey Principal Figgins you wanted to see me?" A voice spoke up; Blaine turned around and saw a slightly tall boy with light blonde hair staring at him. He wore a red and cream letterman jacket automatically triggering the phrase 'Football lover' in Blaine's head. He had a plain white shirt, tight blue jeans with rips on the legs, he had a skater's haircut and a pair of worn out red and white sneakers, Blaine couldn't deny the fact that he was attractive but he was looking at Blaine like some sort of prey he had been hunting.

In a nutshell, he looked ready to pounce.

"Ah yes. Samuel Evans this here is Blaine Anderson" Blaine continued to glare at the other boy, which was returned immediately, "I want you to take him around and show him this school so he knows where he's going, I've excused you both for the first period, please just make sure he won't get lost." Principal Figgins said smirking lightly at the boy who seemed to be annoyed.

"Sure sir." Blaine could feel the tension as he looked over to him indicating that he wanted it over and done with, but it looked like they shared a common interest, right now Blaine was wondering whether he was allowed to strangle him with the Principal's phone wire.

Blaine reached down and grabbed his bag slinging it over her shoulder calmly, even though his knuckles were turning white due to the grip he held on the strap "Thank you for your time sir." Blaine said politely; he walked out of the door following behind Sam.

"Uhm thanks Samuel, for showing me around" Blaine said appreciatively, Sam stopped walking and turned his head slightly.

"Sam." He almost snarled, it counted as strike one in Blaine's book, but he'd try to let it slide not wanting anymore enemies.

"Sorry then, Sam." Blaine said in an irritated tone, the rudeness he was receiving for trying to be civil was more than Blaine really wanted to deal with on his first day.

Sam was slightly faster at walking than Blaine due to the longer legs he possessed, clearly he was trying to lose him, that counted as strike two.

"That's the cafeteria, there's the science department and the whole school is all around you." Sam said sarcastically pointing a finger at Blaine's face, strike three you're out.

Blaine snapped. "Listen here. You can act like that if you want, just go and do whatever it is you do, quite frankly I don't give a rats ass. I'll find my own way around this damn school" Blaine said storming away. "Asshole" Blaine muttered walking along the line of lockers in order to find his own.

He could hear footsteps behind him in the empty hallways and sighed "Hey you! Wait!" Blaine heard his voice and turned around to see him speed walking in his direction.

"What?" Blaine was losing his patience with this boy.

"I have to show you around, uh I'll get in a shit load of trouble if I don't" Sam could tell he'd made the wrong first impression.

"Seriously?" Blaine asked before turning away from him with his finger tracing over the lockers along the hallway, he scanned along the numbers looking for 161-B.

"Wait what?!" Sam asked running along to his side, Blaine sighed rubbing his temples with his index and middle fingers.

"You have to show me," Blaine mocked the other's voice "You can't even feel thankful that he trusts you enough to show a new student around." Blaine said clarifying his annoyance.

Sam stood still for a moment understanding that he did make a reasonable point, but was quick to snap back at the shorter boy "What the hell does it matter to you?" Sam said in a louder tone. Blaine looked into his eyes and the two clashed with one another but Blaine stood down, someone had to be the bigger man, even if he was shorter.

"It doesn't." Blaine said gently smiling on the inside as he found his locker, he slid the key inside and opened his locker shoving some things inside to lighten his bag for the rest of the day.

Sam sighed softly and placed his arm on the locker beside Blaine leaning casually, waiting for him to finish what he was doing, Blaine gave him a cold glare as he shoved some gel through his hair, he bit his bottom lip as he used the mirror already provided inside his locker to make sure he had it styled properly.

"You use way too much gel." Sam pointed out smirking; Blaine raised his left eyebrow and then chuckled softly.

"And you dye your hair." He shot back closing his locker and walking away with a smug smile on his face

'Serves him right' He thought.

Sam stood still, stunned that he had figured that out, no one else knew that "I do not!" Sam yelled running after him.

Blaine laughed lightly "Your roots are darker than the tips of you're hair, you might want to get that fixed." Blaine said stopping to lift a strand of the fake blonde hair ignoring the fact that he'd invaded the others personal space.

Sam couldn't breathe it took him by complete surprise, no one ever came into his personal space but for some reason he didn't flinch or growl like he normally would, he was surprisingly calm about it.

Blaine could feel the tension growing between them, he removed his hand and continued walking despite the fact that he had no clue where he was going.

"I-I'll work on that…" Sam said to himself gulping gently.

"So, still want that tour?" Sam offered.

"From you? Not particularly, but I guess I have no choice" Blaine replied whilst remaining his stern facial expression.

Sam rolled his eyes and took off in many directions showing Blaine around until they came out to the football field.

"This right here is the football field, then over there is the running track." Sam said pointing over at the track. "And there is the bleachers, just a heads up don't go under there at football games or now even… lets just say teens have "fun" under there" Sam said air quoting the word fun.

Blaine's eyes widened slightly and he flushed faintly looking at the other with his eyebrow raised "So you know this because of personal experience?" It wouldn't surprise him, he seemed like that type.

Sam looked at Blaine with a frown on his lips "Nope, but I have a friend who is hardly out of there" He replied in all honesty.

Sam sighed as they walked back inside of the school "Do you know where Mr. Schuester's office is?" Blaine spoke up after the tour. Sam raised an eyebrow wondering why he wanted to meet with the Spanish teacher but he nodded softly.

"Yeah it's in the choir room over there" Sam said pointing him in the right direction, Blaine smiled softly waving as he walked over to the choir room; Sam followed him inside wanting to talk to Mr. Schuester himself.

"BLAINE ANDERSON!" Mr. Schuester shouted happily as he stood up from his desk and walked over grabbing the younger boy into a bear hug, Sam raised an eyebrow completely confused with what was going on.

Blaine chuckled after his petite frame was lowered to the ground, he straightened his clothes out and offered a gentle smile "Hello Mr. Schuester, my choir teacher at Dalton talked of you quite fondly" Blaine said smiling to the friendly teacher who returned his smile in seconds.

"He did? That's great! So tell me, are you going to come and join our glee club? When Figgins recommended your file I didn't believe him, I thought there was no way that you'd be out of Dalton, they all love you there." Mr. Schuester said in a huge rush, Blaine bit his tongue and felt himself deflate a little.

"You sing?" Sam spoke up watching the situation play out, Blaine nodded softly clenching his bag's strap tightly.

"Uhm yeah I did. A little bit." Blaine suddenly became shy which was not one of his main characteristics. Sam immediately took note of the past tense he used.

"A little bit? Go on Blaine why don't you show him?" Mr. Schuester suggested.

"As tempting as that sounds I'm afraid I have to decline. I appreciate the invitation but over the semester break I came to the conclusion that I've given up on singing, education is my main priority now." Blaine said lowering Mr Schuster's smile filling Blaine with guilt.

"But you're so young, don't you just want to give it one last try?" Mr. Schuster asked.

"Sorry sir but like I said, I'm done with singing. I've just moved on from that period of my life. Thank you for your time and I'm beyond flattered that you wanted me to join your club," Blaine turned and walked towards the door, before he left he glanced back to the teacher "I'm sure that it would have been fun." Blaine said walking out of the classroom which hosted Glee club regularly. He needed to focus on his studies and focus on keeping his job, not a Glee club that would take up too much of his time.

Mr Schuster sighed, disappointed as the young teen left his classroom. After losing Kurt from the New Directions it made things even harder for them to qualify in competitions, he was hoping that Blaine would join and help them get back to nationals, but he couldn't force the boy…the last time he'd done that ended up a little bit more complicated than he imagined.

"Mr Schu, its fine we don't need him anyway. I mean he can't be that good a singer if he's given up right" Sam said.

"I wish that were the case Sam," There was a small silence between the two "Anyways, you better get to class I've got some work to do" Mr Schuster said ushering the boy out of the classroom.

-/-

12:40 McKinley High School, Lunch Period, Sam's POV:

Why was this bothering me so much? It's not like he's the best singer to grace the earth right? I mean, if he had such a great voice then surely he'd join up.

I sat at my regular spot with some of my fellow Glee club members and decided to ask them what they thought "Hey, uh have any of you heard of Blaine Anderson?" I asked.

Rachel looked like she was about to decapitate her head from her own neck, she flipped her hair and stared at me "Of course we have, don't you even read the Superior Symphoniesweekly?!" She asked me.

"Does it have anything to do with Batman?"

"Show choirs."

"Then, no" I replied chuckling softly and taking a sip of my grape soda.

"Blaine Anderson and his group, the Warblers have won nationals two years in a row" Tina added.

"Oh, that's why Mr Schu was so worked up this morning" I said swallowing my drink with a satisfied sigh.

"What was he worked up over?" Rachel asked with an interrogating glare.

"Uh because Blaine wouldn't join our club" I responded curious as to where this conversation was going, I'm not going to lie when she looks at me like that it's pretty terrifying. It isn't like Blaine's glare though, hers is scary, his was kind of funny.

"Of course he wouldn't, he attends Dalton academy, home of the Warblers" Rachel said with a small giggle escaping her lips, which irritated me slightly.

"Not anymore he doesn't, showed him round' school this morning." I stated and in seconds Rachel had her hands gripping on my shirt yanking me onto the table.

"Where?!" She practically screamed into my face.

"I-I dunno, anywhere around the school?" I said snickering as Finn tried to pry her off of me.

"Tina, get ready. We're hunting down a Warbler!" Rachel announced, receiving quite a few odd looks from passing students.

And Tina simply nodded, discarding her lunch and lifting her bag "He can't be that hard to find, right?"

-/-

12:45 McKinley High School, Lunch Period, Blaine's POV:

I'm sure there are more productive ways for me to spend my time, but instead of being productive I've decided to sit on the bleachers and listen to some music. 'Dear no one' to be specific, there's just something about this song that brings me to tears each time. The strong vocals, the beautiful melodies and most importantly the meaning of the song makes me feel saddened, yet at the same time stronger than I was before. Pretty stupid.

Looking down onto the football field I saw many girls dressed in cheerleading uniforms, who are cheering for the large group of boys playing football. I rolled my eyes, of course those were considered the popular kids, every school had them even though nobody would really miss them if they just vanished. God knows no one missed me.

The song reached a softer part and I could feel the tears threatening to slide down my face, I held my jaw but it was no use, one tear slipped and then another. I yanked my earphones out and turned the song off before throwing it into my bag. I then used my sleeves to wipe the tears that had fell, refusing to let them continue.

"Oh my god, TINA! I FOUND HIM!" I looked at the bottom of the bleachers and was startled as a girl dressed in a short sleeved orange dress ran up the bleachers in my direction, she was accompanied by a slightly taller girl who wore a sleeveless black and white chequered dress.

"Can I, help you two?" I asked looking down to my feet, this was humiliating.

"First thing I'd like to say is I am a big fan, I'm Rachel Berry and this is Tina Cohen-Chang and we're members of the New Directions!" The girl named Rachel told me, well it was more of an announcement now that I think about it.

"Oh, that's nice?" I said trying to give them a hint that I wanted to be left alone, clearly sarcasm isn't something everyone's fluent in.

"Well yes, we were wondering if you'd reconsider your decision and join the New Directions." Rachel asked sitting down beside me on the bleacher.

I reached up and rubbed the back of my neck "Well its not that I don't appreciate the offer, but I'm currently unavailable to join any clubs" I replied.

"But it wouldn't take up too much time, and you have such a talent that shouldn't be wasted! Please, please join!" Tina said sitting down on my right.

"I-I have to go…" I said abruptly, removing myself from the "sandwich" and walking down the bleachers to escape these girls.

After a few minutes of wandering and when I felt that I'd escaped their sights I took a short breath before leaning against a stone wall, a few moments later when I looked up I saw a familiar face "Oh, hello!" Ms. Pillsbury said. She held a large box of what appeared to be pamphlets.

I smiled softly, returning to my feet "Hello! How are you?" I asked politely, she giggled.

"I'm fine, how's the first day going? I know they are hardest" She asked grunting quietly as the box she held slipped from her hands slightly.

"It's going fine, a few odd moments but fine so far…uhm do you need help with those?" I asked.

"That would be wonderful!" She commented as I took the box out of her hands "So these few odd moments that you spoke of? Care to share?" She asked opening the entrance door.

"Oh, well I was offered to join the glee club and I declined, but some of the members felt it was necessary to track me down and persuade me to join" I replied as we entered the school hallways.

"Will must be pretty upset, maybe I should go talk to him" She said, mostly to herself.

"Will?" I asked curiously.

"Oh, I meant Mr. Schuester! So why don't you want to join if you don't mind me asking?" She asked opening her office's door.

"I- It's complicated…" I said placing the box down onto her desk.

"Well, I am a Guidance Counsellor I can help" She said taking the box and placing it inside her cabinet.

"If you think you can keep up…" I said chuckling gently.

"Wait, take a seat first" She said sitting down in her own chair whilst motioning to the chair across from hers.

I sat down in the chair and removed my bag from my shoulder "Okay, well a few months ago I found myself in quite a predicament. You see I'm…gay. I understand that many don't feel comfortable around people who don't follow the heterosexual tradition, so I decided to hide it. I decided that instead of letting my family know about what I am, I'd pretend to be someone else" I said leading myself into the rest of the story.

"Blaine, you should never have to hide who you are. That's something that upsets me greatly." Ms. Pillsbury said reaching into her drawer and lifting out a box of tissues, just in case I began to cry.

"Thank you Miss. So my parents had came to school for a parent teacher conference, and it looked to be going well but in the old Glee club that I joined, the teacher who taught us happened to mention that he was glad that the rest of my classmates treated me so well considering my so called choice to be homosexual." I took a few unsteady breaths.

"When I got home, they screamed at me for hours…I thought they'd never stop to be honest. The next day I was sent away to an orphanage, it wasn't too bad…well I could have done without the "You're going to hell for betraying the lord" moments" I shrugged my shoulders.

"I would probably still be there to this day if it weren't for my brother, Cooper. He's currently becoming quite the star on a soap show, I don't watch it but I've heard he's great." A dry chuckle escaped my lips.

"Anyway, Cooper got out of there and he got me enrolled at a new school because, I-I just couldn't go back to Dalton. They all heard about what happened to me, and I knew that I'd never live it down" By this point in my storytelling I began to sniff and breathe with even more uncertainty, I reached over and took one of those tissues, pressing it to my nose to block anymore pathetic sounds from escaping.

"Blaine, out of all my years at this school, never have I felt so hurt to listen to someone's troubling story" Ms. Pillsbury said stepping out of her chair and walking to the left of mines, she wrapped her arms around me and gave a gentle squeeze to assure me that it was ok.

"Thank you Miss, I needed to get that off of my chest" I said as she released me from her gentle mother-like hold, just as she sat down the bell rang announcing that lunch was over.

"Blaine, you can come by here whenever you want okay?" She said as I wrapped my bag around my body and headed towards the transparent door "And, I think you should try to keep more of an open mind about joining the Glee club…they are the kindest kids in this school and they've had hardships of their own too. If you want to relate to people your age then they are the first recommendations I have for you" She said as I left the room.

Maybe reconsidering wouldn't be the worst thing for me, I'm sure that colleges would be interested to know I was part of a club.

-/-

Well that was my newest take on a story I wrote for this pairing not so long ago, I had a huge case of writers block and began to see how much the characters had fell into certain stereotypes, and I couldn't find the energy to continue it knowing that the story was too flawed for my liking. So this here will be my re-imagining of that story if you will. I intend to keep to the characters morals and personalities this time around, instead of just writing what sounds cute to me but don't worry there will be fluff, I live for the fluff.

I would love to hear what you think of the story thus far and I would like to read any reviews that you'd like to post and I'm always open to some suggestions if you let me know.

Thanks for reading!

K.M