Disclaimer- sadly I don't own klaine, or glee Ryan Murphy does... sigh please read while i cry

Author Notes- Yay, I finally posted the first chapter! So this is a new story in Blaine's POV (ooohhhh *cue the applause*). Any ways I've always wanted to see things from Blaine's POV because most fanfics I read are in Kurt's, so I came up with this idea... Actually it was a dream, just all the other stories I've written haha. Yay! I'm sure the next chapter will be up soon, within the next week. But you know what next week is right? HARRY POTTER... my sis and I have planned a 3 day hp marathon. In this marathon we will: eat red vines, watch all 7 hp movies, watch avpm and avps, and drink butterbeer! So read along my little followers!

"Mom, I really don't think I can do this." Blaine called to his mom from his room. He was standing in front of his mirror that was propped up against the white wall waiting to be put up. He hasn't had to pick out a real outfit for school in such a long time. He silently judged himself picking at the simple black button down long sleeve shirt. He also wore dark blue skinny jeans and a pair of bright blue converse. He knew that his matching bright blue suspenders would just complete the outfit, but he didn't want to give people at his new school any reason to pick on him. If they found out he was gay… his life might possibly be over. That is if McKinley is anything like his old public schools.

"Oh Blaine, honey you will do fine. I know how much you wish you were still at Dalton but your Dad's job got relocated again. McKinley is much closer, you will like it." She replied from their new laundry room located a few doors down from Blaine's room.

"Why can't I just board at Dalton? Remember the reason why I switched to a private school from a public school?" Blaine asked walking over to one of the unpacked boxes in search for a back pack.

"Blaine seriously if you don't like it at McKinley just tell me and I will convince your father to switch you back to Dalton." She said coming into his door way. "I just want you to try something new. Now hurry up or else you will be late for your first day."

She kissed him on the cheek and ran her newly manicured nails through his dark brown hair. His mom loved him, he knew that. It was his father who manipulated her, made her do things she didn't want to. Blaine knew his dad hated him, and he knew why. His father was extremely homophobic and when Blaine came out to his mother, shortly after the horrible incident at his old public school, he wasn't happy. Blaine wasn't even quite sure how his dad found out. It was highly possible that his mother told him, but he knew his mom, she knew what her husband was like. She would have never put Blaine in danger. He always thought that his dad weaseled it out of her, or maybe was re-watching security tapes of the house and found their conversation. What ever it was, he found out, and he was angry. Blaine had never seen his father so angry before to have a fag as a son. Blaine pushed the memory out of his head.

"Bye mom." he yelled as he got into his car and drove to school.

Blaine was honestly terrified of going back to public school. He had his reasons for switching to Dalton, a private school for boys with an extreme no bullying policy. Going back to public school was like walking straight back into hell. When he was at Dalton he was actually popular. A word he never thought he would ever get to say about himself. He was the lead soloist of the Warblers, Dalton school singing group. In Dalton, being in the Warblers meant instant popularity. Therefore, Blaine was royalty at Dalton, something he is not used to and he really didn't want to leave. Leaving meant that he would be back at the bottom.

He went to the office first to grab his information. The kind old lady insisted on escorting him to his locker, but he insisted he would be fine by himself. He really didn't need any more attention brought towards himself.

His locker was on the second floor, so he started walking towards the direction the lady pointed out for him. He instantly found the staircase and groaned at how disgusting it was. At Dalton the staircase was beautiful, a winding set of marble stairs here they were just yuck. There were people everywhere too, pushing there way to their destination. Blaine just kept his head down and continued on his journey to find his locker, number 1326.

He found his locker easily, smiling to himself, at least one thing is good about this school, it's easy to find your way around. He was in the process of organizing it when the was a terrifying bang and he felt his locker vibrate. He knew that sound, the sound of a body hitting a locker. Usually that body was his, but this time it wasn't and he was too afraid to look He was too afraid to move actually, his whole body was frozen in place.

"Hey are you okay?" He asked turning towards the poor person laying besides his locker, but to Blaine's surprise the person wasn't there anymore. Blaine shrugged it off and went on to try to find his next class, it was somewhere in this hallway.

After circling the hallway about ten times he finally gave up. He was going to have to ask someone, he was terrified.

"Um excuse me?" Blaine asked stopping a tall, muscular, guy wearing a red football jacket. Shit, maybe this wasn't the right guy to ask.

"What?" The guy spat.

"Um, I'm new here and I can't find my Honors Chem class , it's number 245. I've looked everywhere and I really can't find it." He explained.

"Oh so your new…" The man asked with a sly smile on his face, Blaine nodded. "Yeah sure I can show you your class, also why don't I give you a tour?"

Blaine started backing up but the tall boy put his arm around his shoulder. "Actually it's okay I can ask someone else."

"No I'm not going to hurt you, seriously. Too many new people befriend that stupid faggy glee club," Blaine flinched, "I don't want you to fall into the wrong crowd. I'm Dave Karofsky."

"Hi, I'm Blaine Anderson." He mumbled as Dave pulled him towards the direction of the class room.

"You see here, your Honors Chem class is a stair case class. That means that it's hidden on a landing of the staircase. They are the worse! Especially if you don't know about them, so many people get lost because of them. So Blaine have you ever thought about joining McKinley's football team? I'm on it and it's is great, just like those damn cheerleaders man are they smoking." He explained eyeing a pretty blond girl in a cheerleading uniform.

"Um, no I like football but I've never played for school before." Blaine answered.

"Well dude, you should totally try out. Hey Azimio who is that slushy for?" he asked another tall bulky football player holding a large cup.

"Berry, if I don't see anyone else first!" Azimio laughed searching the hallway eagerly.

"Oh I just hit fancy! Too bad I didn't have any money for a slushy I had to use something else instead!" He said only loud enough for Blaine and Azimio to hear. Azimio laughed as he slapped Dave on the back and ran off in the direction he was headed in.

"What was that all about?" Blaine asked nervously, he now knew who these people were, bullies. Blaine really didn't want to stay around these guys any longer but, he figured, if he became friendly with these guys maybe he wouldn't be the target.

"Never mind that, just don't hang out with the glee club and you have nothing to worry about. So um here's your class, see you later." He said running off to join Azimio.

"Bye." Blaine muttered.

He walked into the class room just as the bell rang. Most of the class was already sitting and staring directly at him. Blaine took a deep breathe and avoiding eyes, made his way to the teacher.

"Hello, I'm Blaine Anderson. I'm a new student." he said politely.

"Hello Blaine, welcome to McKinley. This is Honors Chemistry, I'm Mr. Levesque, you can take the empty seat next to Mr. Hummel." the teacher said pointing towards a small boy with his head in his hands. Blaine nodded and made his way to the back of the class, sitting down next to 'Mr. Hummel'.

He looked up and instantly the whole class shifted their attention to the front of the room. Blaine looked next to him. The boy still had his head in his pale hands, but from what he could see Blaine thought he looked like a normal boy. Blaine wonders what is wrong with him, what happened to him.

Mr. Hummel had designer clothes on, or at least they looked designer. Blaine didn't really know much about fashion. He had on a bright blue sweater with a black vest and a black bow tie. He wore skin tight skinny jeans and black and white sneakers that went half way up his calves. His golden brown hair was perfectly coiffed with cute pointy ears pointing out from under it.

Mr. Levesque started talking so Blaine started taking the necessary notes. Every once and a while he would let his eyes linger to the boy next to him, who has still yet to move.

Blaine was just about to finish his notes when he heard a soft sigh and a sniffle. He turned his head to look at the boy sitting next to him, gosh did he really want to know his name.

Blaine was astonished when he saw the boy sitting there staring back, blushing at him. He was the most beautiful person he has ever seen before. He has pale skin, with almost invisible freckles scattered over his perfect cheeks. His nose is long and pointed perfectly; his lips are thin and pink. His immaculate eyes are like the crystal blue oceans in the Caribbean.

Suddenly he was jolted out of his blatant staring by a small soft hand touching his for only a second. Blaine smiled at the simple touch looking down at his own hand, which now held a small folded note. Carefully he unfolded the note and read the elegant handwriting of the boy.

Hi, I'm Kurt Hummel

Kurt, Blaine thought, he finally knew he name. Blaine heard Kurt chuckle when Blaine whispered his name over and over again, testing it. He took his pen a quickly wrote a note back.

Hi Kurt! I don't know if you heard Mr. L. introduce me but, I'm Blaine Anderson. Are you okay?

Blaine slid the note quietly over to Kurt, hoping what he said wouldn't scare Kurt away. He watched Kurt's lips twitch into a small smile as he read the note. He watched Kurt carelessly scribble his next note.

It happens all the time, so I guess I'm used to it.

Blaine sighed, Kurt was being so vague. But why did he care so much? He just met the guy.

What exactly happened? You don't have to answer if you don't want to. I'm sorry I'm just curious.

Blaine watched patiently as Kurt thought about what to write. He slowly wrote and Blaine could see him struggling to decide what to write. He crossed out a lot of stuff and Blaine worried that he asked to much from Kurt. Kurt sat there wide eyed re-reading the simple scripture.

The bell rang and every one got up. Blaine blinked quickly looking at the clock. Class was already over? He looked next to him, but Kurt was already walking away. He didn't even get to hear his voice… On his notebook though was a note with his name on it. Kurt had gotten the courage to tell him what happened.

Blaine decided that he would read the note later, what he really needed to do now was find his next class. He decided that he would ask Mr. Levesque for directions to his next class, English. Hopefully knowing where he was going he could avoid Dave Karofsky and his friend Azimio.

"Excuse me, Mr. Levesque?" He asked shyly.

"Yes Blaine?" The old teacher asked as he shuffled through papers to grade.

"Do you mind giving me directions to my next class?" He asked.

"I can try my best, where are you going?" Blaine took out his map with his schedule on it and pointed.

"Um, AP English. It's room 184." He said.

"Oh yes, I know exactly where it is, son don't worry. It's actually right under this classroom. Okay so when you walk out the door take a left, then walk down the stairs to the first floor. Then just walk straight down the hallway, and it's the third door on your left. Oh and the school is basically a square, with staircases at every corner, you could really go any way to get there but I gave you the quickest route. Oh and remember the first floor has a lot of dead end hallways so look out for the staircases to stay in the main hallways if you can." Mr. Levesque explained.

"Thank you so much Mr. Levesque, I should get going don't want to be late." Blaine said walking towards the door.

"Your welcome Blaine. Oh remember Blaine, if you need anything like a pass if your late or anything at all please feel free to ask me."

"Okay, thank you." Blaine said darting out the door towards his locker. If he was going to be on the first floor he would need to stop by his locker first. He kept his head down as he speed walked all the way to his locker and back to the staircase. He found the class room easily, thanking God that it wasn't another staircase class room. He walked in once again just as the bell was ringing.

He avoided the stares as he walked up to the young female teacher.

"Hi, I'm Blaine Anderson, I'm a new student." he said once again feeling déjà vu.

"Hello Blaine, I'm Mrs Hartwell welcome to AP English." She said handing Blaine some papers. "You can take a seat next to Artie." She pointed to a nerdy looking boy in a wheel chair who was ferociously writing down notes. Blaine made his way to the back of the room and sat down next to the boy.

"Hi, I'm Blaine are those notes?" Blaine asked politely.

"Hi Blaine, I'm Artie. No these aren't notes Mrs. Hartwell hasn't started notes yet. I'm working on my glee project for the week." He explained.

"Oh cool."

"Alright class please direct your attention to me." Mrs. Hartwell said.

Blaine thought this was the perfect opportunity to read Kurt's note.

I got pushed into a locker, it was actually harder then usual. The locker I got pushed into was actually right next to yours. At least I think it was your curly head you. You didn't help me. Don't worry I assume you were just a little shell shocked. No one ever helps me anyways. I'm disgusting in there minds. I hate it here. I'm so pathetic I'm spilling my heart out to a complete stranger. I guess I'm telling you this because you seem to care. Even my own friends don't care.

You don't have to talk to me tomorrow in class if you don't want to. I understand.
~Kurt

Kurt, such a mysterious beautiful boy, Blaine thought. There is no way Blaine is going to stay away from him, unless Kurt himself asks him to. Blaine wanted- no needed- to spend more time with this mysterious creature.