Warning : Alternate Anderberry Universe. AU always mean that a few people are at my disposal to be slightly OOC.

Disclaimer : I do not own the candy bowl that is Glee.

In the end, what we all really want is to know that we made an impact, a permanent fixture on someone's life. It is a whole different thought to realize that maybe there was a reason that a specific person was in our life for a reason – to make such an immense impression on someone else's life.

It was an entire different feeling, an absolute sensation that made you crave more. The feeling of being wanted – loved even – is something not even the highest element in the world could counter. We tend to overlook the best of things that are the most beneficial for us. We get blinded – distracted, especially in a society as judgmental as ours.

Sometimes all you need to do is step back and look at your choices carefully because one decision can influence the rest of your life choices.

/

It was a good thing Dalton Academy provided upperclassmen with off-campus lunch passes. It was as if the lunch workers at the school were secretly disguised as rabbits. Sneaking in lunch was a regular concept for those unfortunate enough to not have passes. There were only so many varieties of vegetables a teenage boy can take in a week.

Blaine Anderson was currently abusing the off-campus pass privilege as he swallowed mouthfuls of his burger absolutely dripping in oil. He was going to have to thank Nick and Jeff later for recommending the small restaurant. The French fries – although completely bathed in oil – were delicious as well. They were the right amount of crispy and salty, something that the very few fast food joints in Westerville lacked.

His companions, David Thompson and Wes Montgomery, watched him with a mixture of awe and repulsion. "How the hell can you devour that thing?" Wes asked when Blaine took a sip from his soda. He knew taking Nick and Jeff's recommendation to heart was a bad idea, especially when it involved food. It was like their stomachs were bottomless pits.

"You know I don't eat junk food at home," Blaine said sadly. His sister Rachel was a vegan – a proud one – and their parents had respected her choice. Unfortunately, it meant that Blaine was without junk food. He had to resort to hiding the junk food in the back seat of his car.

David grimaced when the sauce began to drip from Blaine's burger. "Blaine, your food is practically oozing a heart attack. I'm pretty sure the sauce is moving." It was so repulsive that David almost lost his appetite. "You eat fast food more than once a week. I think your sister is right to be a vegan, with the rate of food poisoning in Lima and Westerville. Maybe you should –"

"Bite your tongue. I'm perfectly healthy," Blaine snapped after he swallowed the final piece of his burger. It wasn't as if he was gaining any weight. If anything, he was losing every calorie he was biting with the amount of drills he had to do for water polo.

Wes chuckled and rolled his eyes. "You won't get anything through him, David. We might as well just head back to Dalton now. We have twenty minutes and we can't have Dapper Blaine be late for Anatomy." He gave David a pointed look. Being the lead council members and the seniors of the Warblers had its advantages, one being that they had fewer classes. They spent the rest of their day in the senior commons catching up on sleep, even if they were meant to help evaluate potential Warbler songs.

"Yeah, I guess I can't be late," Blaine sighed. He disliked Anatomy the most of his classes, despite the fact that he was passing with flying colors. Besides, he only had two more classes to finish before his long drive back to Lima.

/

"Alright, so we obviously won't choose Jeffery or Nicholas to sing the next few solos we had lined up for the both of them," Wes announced curtly during the Warblers' rehearsal. Both Jeff and Nick had found it funny to prank the lead council members by switching their water with pure lemon juice.

"Now you know that's not fair!" Nick complained. He pointed a finger to Jeff and said, "It was all his idea!" He actually pouted while looking at the council table.

"You betrayed me, Nicholas." Jeff said, with a slightly hurt expression. He crossed his arms and walked over to the leather couch, away from his 'former' best friend.

David ran his hand through his face. "It doesn't matter who did it. Nick, stop looking like that. That face never works on any of us - you just look crazy. The consequences don't change, gentlemen." Blaine always admired the seriousness that would overtake David during rehearsals. Sometimes he was more serious than Wes, who banged the gavel daily (even in the most inappropriate times).

"Blaine always uses that face and you give him every damn solo you come up with!" Nick countered. Even though they were 'mad' at each other, Jeff quickly nodded along with the statement, prompting a few other Warblers to defend Blaine, who was more than grateful.

The bantering of the boys was cut immediately with an, "I'm sorry I am late. I was misinformed of the whereabouts of the meeting." It belonged to a new person - who had a clear, curt voice - that was standing at the entrance to the common. The curiosity of the voice was masked with annoyance. A boy dressed in the customary Dalton uniform stood with his hand clutching his shoulder bag. He was clearly irritated.

Blaine looked at the council table, as did the rest of the Warblers. It was very rare for one to simply barge in unannounced, unless they ran it through with at least two members of the council. From the shocked looks on their faces, Blaine guessed the newcomer hadn't.

"May we help you?" David asked curiously.

The boy actually strutted to the middle of the room. Something sparkling on the lapel of his uniform caught Blaine's eye. He would later figure out that it was a dragonfly brooch intricately detailed with jewels. "You are the glee club, correct?" His tone was almost accusing.

Wes almost banged his gavel as a confirmation. "Yes. Did someone tell you to come here?" Blaine had never seen his friend so confused. He blamed the impromptu planning of the boy.

"No, I was told that the Warblers met in the senior commons. However, I was misinformed with which senior commons the student was referring to," he looked down as if the student that gave him the wrong information had been a disgrace. The boy shook his head, causing the styled piece of hair above his head to move. "My name is Kurt Hummel and I would like to audition for the Warblers," he said professionally.

Blaine couldn't help it, he had to chuckle. Unfortunately, he had been the only one to do so, which surprised him. Jeff and Nick (who were both re-joined) had been silently giggling in the background since Kurt had entered.

Kurt turned to him at the second he let out a sound. He raised an eyebrow and appraised Blaine incredulously. Blaine concluded that he had to be gay. After all, what straight boy would have such an already controlling, feminine manner at first impression? The hand on the jutted hip was also a dead giveaway.

"I'm sorry Kurt. The auditions for the Warblers start at the beginning of the school year. The council members have to ask the teachers of Dalton for your progress reports and we have to approve you," Thad Harwood piped up.

The answer didn't seem to please Kurt. "Well technically, it is the beginning of the school year for me, so I see no problem. And I find it insulting that you believed I am unprepared today." He reached in his shoulder bag and took out a manila folder. "The signatures of the teachers that are required for the approval are in there," he handed the folder pretentiously to Wes. "I think a song is in order?"

Wes was taken aback. "Are you fine with doing it on the spot?" He handed the folder to David and Thad, who began to inspect it quickly.

Kurt gave him a look as if to say, "Please." He gently put his shoulder bag on the council table and walked in the middle of the room. The rest of the Warblers were silent (some more in shock than others). It didn't look like the silence bothered Kurt. If anything, Blaine thought it encouraged him.

It won't be easy, you'll think it strange
When I try to explain how I feel
That I still need your love after all that I've done

You won't believe me
All you will see is a girl you once knew
Although she's dressed up to the nines
At sixes and sevens with you

His voice was unnaturally high for a boy, but it didn't matter. Kurt's voice was similar to that of silk – it was smooth, precise, and soft. It ran clear at all the right moments of the song. Blaine was being bold, but he was for certain Kurt had a better singing voice than a few Warblers. It was too bad his personality was a bit repellant.

When Kurt hit the last few notes, the Warblers began to clap, Blaine along with them. He stopped immediately at the satisfied smirk on Kurt's face. This boy was getting too amused for his own good. Kurt trained his eyes to the council table, while the three members began to whisper.

Blaine tried to telepathically send David a message. Kurt may have a wonderful voice but that wasn't the only factor in joining the Warblers. "We're sorry Kurt," David started, making Blaine's breath hitch slightly. "We need a few more hours to discuss this. Rest assured we will get one person to tell you the results tomorrow. We appreciate your choice of song." David added the last bit with a smile. It didn't help erase the scowl that appeared on Kurt's face.

The boy at hand grabbed his shoulder bag and left the same way he had come in – strutting boldly.

"Well, he was sure something," Nick piped up when Kurt was well out of ear shot.

/

"The only thing bigger than that unnatural hair style is his egotistical personality," Blaine told Wes in his Bluetooth. He pulled into the interstate into Lima before settling in his seat. He took the journey back to his home as a time to call his friends.

"He was definitely a great singer, no one can disagree," Wes said a few seconds later. "His personality needs some work though."

"Wes, it needs a lot of work. Who in their right mind would just stroll in a closed meeting like that and waste our time to practice by making us pay our attention solely to him. I didn't even know Dalton Academy had a new student!" Blaine groaned when the ongoing cars started to slow down. If he was lucky, he could at least make it home by six.

There was a pause, and then Wes said, "I saw him talking to Trent earlier in the day so maybe he knows what the deal is. Blaine, since when did you ever care about what happens in Warbler meetings?" His tone was a combination of accusation and teasing.

"I don't," Blaine mumbled.

Wes laughed. "Whatever then. I have to go – I need to feed my sister." As if on cue, the faint sound of crying was heard in the background, followed by a stern, "WESLEY LEE MONTGOMERY, FEED YOUR SISTER!"

"Tell your mother I said hello," Blaine chuckled in the ear piece. They bid good bye and Blaine was left listening to the Top 40 station in his car.

The trip from Westerville to Lima took nearly one hour and fifty minutes – two hours if he was stuck in traffic. It was a shame that Lima only had two high schools, one being where Rachel went to and the other being a sort of reform school. Certain circumstances Blaine had experienced in middle school lead him to Dalton Academy, the tuition almost being too much to handle. He had to rely on his part-time job as a waiter to pay for the gas.

Seeing Wes, David, and the rest of the Warblers was always worth the effort. Oh and his education played a factor, too.

Only sometimes.

I usually suck at beginnings and introductions and stuff. Nevertheless, I wanted to do a multi-chapter fiction on Anderberry!Kurt and came up with this wonderful piece of work;) Please leave a review so I can get the sense of what the hell I am doing. It will make me smile, I promise;)

Until tomorrow!

- Blaire