Chapter One

Why's this so hard?
Okay trying really hard not to make an internal sex joke at that… Course I would never say anything out loud. That'd just be weird. I'm Mr Oh-so-sensible-Warbler-Bowtie Anderson who-wears-really-tight-pants-apparently. Well that's just my style, don't knock it. Better than yours *ahem* Finn Hudson *ahem*, at least I have style. Uh-oh here comes the rant… Finn has been nothing but, well, a dick to me since I got to McKinley. Like seriously, what the fuck is his problem?! I have put up with his crap since day one. He's the one making it so hard! Gotta laugh at that one. Okay, calm down Blaine, it's just because he's your boyfriend/soul-mate/love-of-your-life's brother. Kurt. Oh Kurt. So now it just takes one silly thought of him and how adorable and cute he is and I feel like I just swallowed a jelly whole. He is kinda-totally-perfect though. Not my fault. He's the only reason I came here. It still hurts. Thinking about what I'm leaving behind and the world I'm coming into again. I'm still absolutely terrified. I won't ever let on though. Not even to Kurt. I am dapper Blaine, always charismatic and cheerful, never insecure or scared. Not on the outside.

At least there's a glee club. Minus Kurt, music is my life. It has so much power over me, more than I care to admit. I just love to sing. Ever since I was little, whenever anything bad happened, I'd write a song and everything would be okay. Through what he did, through the bullying, through everything, song-writing and singing have been my forms of escapism. Sometimes reality is just too real. And then everything gets too much. But not anymore. Those parts of me will always stay apart from my reality. And that is why I sing.

But, sometimes I still feel blue. Like now. Even with Kurt and the singing and writing and even art, I feel insecure. I really did try to write a song but it just… didn't work. Like there's something wrong with me. I'll just add it to the long list. I mean, I transferred schools. Okay, that sounds really lame when I put it like that. But, to me it's a big deal. Nobody seems to understand that, except maybe Kurt. I just have the worst memories of public school. Being almost beaten to death isn't exactly fun, ever. Blaine, don't go there now, nope, not gonna do that, no sir. Happy, happy, happy, gotta be happy Blaine for glee practice. No matter what Finn says, keep your cool. Phew, okay you can totally do this. It's show time!

Authors Note:
This is my first Glee fic and my second overall, I hope you like it. It will get super-angsty because I feel like I need to write this down. If you're not into this, don't read it - I'd hate to upset anybody. But if you do read, a review would be more awesome than marshmallow fluff. I mean that from the bottom of my heart. Or the middle. Or the top. Whichever you like most :)
Chapter length will most likely get longer :D dw ~LooNy3