Chapter One: Teenage Dream

Blaine's Perspective

"Alright, so I sorta had an idea for this mash-up for us guys. I mean, considering it's feminine... and I'm... well, gay, I thought I could help us out." I stated to the male members of the Glee Club at McKinley High School.
Puck sighed, and replied with, "I don't know man, I mean, we're totally cool with you being gay and all. But we don't want to go all-out. How about you go check out that all-boys preppy school? Spy on the competish?"
The rest of the guys in the room murmured an awkward agreement and I sighed. "Yeah, fine. It's cool. Just, text me the practice times I guess..." I muttered as I looped up my black messenger bag and solemnly left the room.
It took a good two and a half hours to actually get to the private boarding school. The extra half hour to attempt a disguise, of course. Once I pulled into the lot, I parked and killed the engine. I took a deep breath, threw my keys in my bag as I swept it over my shoulder, and got out of my car. This was it.
The school was massive. The main entry doors were frightening enough, and I had no idea what to expect. But I shoved my fear down and spoke in a low and quiet voice to myself, "Come on, Blaine. Courage. You got this." I put on my small smile as I opened the large doors.
My jaw dropped. Dalton Academy was marvelous. As I looked around the intricate interior design, I came to the conclusion that it may even be better than the outside. Everyone seemed so carefree and chatty, hurriedly rushing down sets of staircases. With curiosity eating me away, I determinedly joined them to see what the fuss was all about.
It could just be classes, I reminded myself mentally; so I decided to ask a student. I tapped the shoulder of the boy on the stair in front of me lightly, and he turned around and smiled instantly. "Hello! Need help?" he asked cheerfully.
I nearly missed his question as I gazed at his gorgeous eyes. They were exquisite swirls of blues and greens, and filled with happiness. "Um, yes, actually." I stuttered awkwardly, "I'm new here, what's going on?" After the words fell out of my mouth, I mentally kicked myself. Smooth, Blaine. Real smooth.
Though his eyes brightened at my question. "The Warblers, of course! Dalton lets us put on a few impromptu performances throughout the year." he replied cheerfully.
"Wait... the Glee Club is actually cool here?" I asked, completely astonished.
"The Warblers... they're like rock stars." he hummed passionately. "Here," he said with a smile while extending his hand for me to take, "I know a short-cut."
I took his hand and a warm and fuzzy feeling filled my gut and I couldn't help but smile. God, he's gorgeous, I said to myself mentally. We laughed as he raced me down a back hallway and led me towards a set of large wooden doors, dropping my hand once we arrived. My hand still tingled from the touch and I blushed lightly. Then the porcelain-skinned boy opened the door and gestured for me to enter first. I smiled gratefully and walked in, and was shocked as to how many people were crammed into what seemed to be Dalton's choir room.
"Be right back." the mystery boy whispered in my ear and it sent chills down my spine. I smiled at him again, and leaned against the wall, waiting for the song to begin.
Suddenly all the other boys behind the gorgeous boy started to harmonize background music for "Teenage Dream" by Katy Perry, with only their voices. They're an acappella group. No way.
After the realization hit me, the light-skinned boy smirked at me and began to sing.

"You think I'm pretty, without any make-up on,
You think I'm funny, when I tell the punch line wrong,
I know you get me, so I'll let my walls come down,
Down."

And he winked at me. There's was no way I missed it and my eyes widened, but I couldn't keep the goofy grin that continuously spread across my face.

"Before you met me, I was alright,
But things were kinda heavy,
You brought me to life,
Now every February,
You'll be my Valentine,
Valentine."

Everyone around me was tapping their feet or drumming their fingers on their legs; I couldn't help but do the same. They were really, really good. That was when the rest of the Warblers joined the lead vocalist.

"Let's go all, the way tonight,
No regrets, just love.
We can dance, until we die,
You and I, we'll be young forever!"

The tempo suddenly quickened in the song and before I knew it, everyone in the room was on their feet and joining in for the chorus. I just had to sing with them, too.

"You, make, me,
Feel like I'm livin' a,
Teen, age, dream,
The way you turn me on.
I, can't, sleep,
Let's runaway and don't ever look back!
Don't ever look back!
My, heart, stops,
When you look at me."

The mystery-dreamy-lead vocalist looked directly at me while singing that line with a wide smile on his face; and my heart did stop.

"Just, one, touch,
Now baby I believe!
This, is, real,
So take a chance and don't ever look back!
Don't ever look back!"

After the chorus, the room quieted down, but everyone still stood up, nodding their heads to the song as they all gazed at the lead vocalist with adoration in their eyes.

"I might get your heart racing,
In my skin-tight jeans,
Be your teenage dream tonight."

Then all the Warblers stopped the background vocals and sang the last three lines in unison.

"Let you put your hands on me,
In my skin-tight jeans,
Be your teenage dream tonight."

Then the room burst into a massive applause and the gorgeous boy hugged all his fellow Warblers behind him with a giant smile on his face. After he was finished and people started to clear out of the room, I figured it would be best if I left now with the crowd. But before I could go any further, there was a light tug on my, causing me to turn around, and my breath caught as I looked at that dreamy lead vocalist again.
"I don't believe we were able to properly introduce ourselves." he said sweetly, "My name is Kurt Hummel, I'm the lead vocalist of the Warblers." He extended his hand and I shook it politely.
"I'm Blaine Anderson. It's really a pleasure to meet you." I spoke almost shakily. How can he be so hot? His hair is just... wow. And those eyes. And God, that voice.
"Blaine?" Kurt chuckled as he waved a hand in front of my face.
I shook my head and laughed. "God, sorry, I'm out of it today. That performance was just... wow." I gushed.
Kurt blushed and tugged my arm over to one of the expensive-looking couches and sat me down next to him. "Let's talk." he spoke softly. "I know you're not from Dalton, considering your lacking our signature blazer. Spying on the Warblers, then?"
I gulped. Yep, I totally should've left with the crowd as soon as I could. "Yeah," I sighed. "The McKinley Glee Club guys told me to scope you out as they prepared our mash-up against the girls." I mumbled awkwardly as I looked down at my feet in shame.
Kurt laughed and I looked up and gave him a confused face. He smiled genuinely and said, "Puck, I'm guessing?"
"Yes... but wait... how did you..?" but he cut me off before I could finish.
"Finn Hudson just so happens to be my to-be-stepbrother."
"No way." I stated, completely mind-blown.
"Yes way. He and Puck always hog the TV when I visit home. God, it's so annoying. And do you have any idea how much those boys freaking eat? I have to make them two large organic homemade pizzas each for a snack." he sighed in irritation but the smile on his face showed compassion.
I couldn't help but laugh at his easily stated out-burst and his face flushed. "You should see him at lunch," I chimed in, "God only knows how he isn't 800 pounds."
Kurt's smile was light-hearted and it brought a new light to his eyes. "So how are they treating you at McKinley?" And that's where my pulse raced and I wanted to run and hide. His smile faltered when he noticed the fear in my eyes, so he opened his arms, offering a gesture I wasn't offered often. A hug. I obliged and leant into the embrace, and even though I barely knew this gorgeous boy, I cried in his arms.
"Finn isn't giving you a hard time, right?" he said with a hint of anger in his voice.
"N-no." I choked out, "I mean, I'm th-the only out-g-gay kid th-there. And th-the jocks... th-they just..." And the sobs caught up with me and my voice failed to continue.
"Shhh, it's alright. I've got you. You're safe here. Everyone is. I know how hard it is at McKinley, I used to be the only out one too..." he murmured, and my sobs lessened into sniffling at the sounds of his words. "I had to leave mid-first semester my freshman year because of the bullying. The slushy facials," he continued and I winced at each memory, "The names, the physical abuse, I've been there."
"Karofsky." I muttered silently.
Kurt tensed at the name. The words that tumbled out of his mouth almost came out as a hateful hiss, "What about, Dave?"
"I just remembered that he... he mentioned the name Kurt while he was hitting me yesterday... and did he...?" the question caught in my throat as I looked up at Kurt's eyes; they boiled with hate and rage.
"Take me to McKinley with you tomorrow." he nearly commanded.
I tensed and pulled back from his embrace with confusion crossing my features. "Why?" I nearly whispered in shock.
"Because," he began as he slowly shifted his gaze to meet mine, "He stole my first kiss."
My breath hitched in my throat and for a moment, I couldn't breathe. Kurt kept looking at me with those beautiful eyes of his and he tentatively asked, "Did he...?"
I simply nodded and his eyes widened and he pulled me back into his arms. "Let's go to my room. I currently don't have a roommate, so we won't be bothered. Wes will probably lock the choir room up soon."
I smiled half-heartedly and pulled away from him. He took my hand and helped me off the couch, but never let go of it, and I was extremely grateful. He led me up the staircase where we met, but we climbed one floor higher than before. He directed me through the halls, placing us both in front of Room 164. He tugged a key out of his pocket with his free hand, swiftly pressing it into the lock and opened the door.
The room was rather large, he had two unoccupied beds with neat white linen sheets. The walls were decorated with posters of famous Broadway musicals and singers. And I smiled genuinely, because my room at home was just the same. He led me inside, flicked on the lights, then closed and locked the door behind him.
I gave him a slight smile as he pulled me back into a gentle hug. "You're worth so much more, Blaine. No one deserves that. Neither of us do." he whispered reassuringly in my ear, and I clung to every word that fell from his lips.
I closed my eyes tightly, telling myself this was just a dream; that Kurt Hummel was not the boy of my dreams, that he wasn't holding me, and especially that he didn't share the same bullying history as me. But, oddly enough, he was real. Kurt Hummel was the boy of my dreams; he was holding me, and did share the same awful bullying experiences as myself. It broke my heart. Kurt was a gorgeous and confident person with such an ugly past. And he was right, we didn't deserve to be treated so damn awful for not liking girls in the way society wanted us to.
"Blaine?" Kurt mumbled silently in my ear.
"Mm?" I hummed in reply, still trembling with emotion.
He pulled back from his embrace with me and tugged me over to one of the beds. He crawled on top of it, crossing his legs and patting the spot in front of him with his free hand. I did the same and gazed at him questioningly. Hesitation crossed Kurt's face for a time being, then it vanished and was replaced with his earlier confidence and bravery.
"Come to Dalton." he spoke simply.
"What? Why?" I spoke in surprise.
"Because Dalton has a zero-tolerance bullying policy. And, you deserve this life."
I gazed at our hands, somehow still linked together. Maybe he's right, my mind told me. "And I know the tuition is crazy expensive, God forbid, boarding is even worse. But if you can manage, I highly suggest it." he continued tentatively.
"Money isn't a problem. It's leaving the New Directions. The girls, at least. Especially Mercedes..." my voice trailed off and he squeezed my hand reassuringly.
"I understand. We're still only sophomores. I know I just met you, but will you let me come with you to McKinley tomorrow?"
I furrowed my brow in thought. "If you get hurt... I don't think I could ever forgive myself..." I spoke silently.
"Well, I was planning to go no matter what you said actually. It was either with you, on my own. I have some unfinished business to discuss with Karofsky." Kurt growled.
"Okay, fine, just God. I can't let you get hurt. You left because of him, I don't see how coming back will help you or me at all." I mumbled.
"Don't worry about that. Hey, let's focus on something more positive now. How about you and I go to the Lima Bean before school starts tomorrow? We can get to know each other a bit more, then head over to McKinley together." Kurt offered, nonchalantly.
I nodded with a genuine smile planted on my face. "Yeah," I began as he rubbed his thumb over our linked hands, "I'd like that."