A/N: I really need to have my brain slow down. Seriously, I'm going to have an aneurism before school even lets out in two weeks. But, sadly, being me, my ideas just seem to flow, and that is why I am here, dear readers. I came up with this idea for a movie about three months ago, and because I just couldn't seem to get words down, I decided to write it as a fanfiction and go from there. So, if this was ever written for a movie script and it was made, this would basically be a sneak preview for you guys! Anyways… enjoy!

Prologue

"Hello?"

Upon hearing the voice coming from the door, I jump up before realizing I'm still under the counter. I smashed the top of my skull into it, which in turn creates a loud 'thunk!' Looking at it now, I think I may have left a crack in the polished wood.

"Uh, hello?"

This time I paid attention, avoiding the edge of the counter and peeking out from behind it, my hand rubbing some feeling back into my skull.

The customer was a woman, maybe in her mid-twenties, with sleek brown hair pulled back by a blue ribbon, wearing an old McKinley High t-shirt and blue jeans. She's stunningly attractive to say the least… if I was into women, of course.

"I'm sorry," I whimpered, still kneeling behind the counter. "I'll be with you in a moment, just need to nurse my head for a sec."

She laughed. "Yeah, I was wondering what that was. You okay?"

I smile, standing to my full 5'8". Damn, she's still taller than me. Everyone is. "Yeah, I'll be fine. Trust me, I've had far worse." I hold my free hand out to her, putting on my most charming business smile. "Blaine Anderson, owner of Anderson's Acoustics."

The woman raises an eyebrow before taking my hand and shaking it. "Natalie Sanderson." She releases her grip and puts both hands on her hips. "I have to say, you look rather young to be the owner of the best guitar shop this side of the city. You can't be more than college age."

I shrug. "I'm 20. I went to NYU for a semester, but then I realized that just wasn't me. I enjoyed designing guitars and other instruments. So, I dropped out after a few semesters and moved down here, opened up this place and am now, as you put it, 'the owner of the best guitar shop this side of the city.'" I smiled again. "Thank for the compliment, by the way."

Her blue-green eyes sparkle brilliantly. "Of course! My friends couldn't stop raving this place. Which brings me to why I happen to be here." She scratched the back of her neck. "I was hoping you could give me guitar lessons."

I nod, going through the same business motions I go through everyday here. "Certainly. What type of lessons?"

"Acoustic guitar," she said, looking at the intricate patterns of the clarinet I was working on. "He- I've been interested in trying something new for a while."

I noticed the change she made at the beginning of the sentence, but I didn't know her life, so I was in no place to question it. "Okay, cool. Do you already have a guitar, or would you like me to help you pick one out?"

She shrugged. "I have one, but it's my husband's." She fingered the delicate swirls that I had etched into the mahogany acoustic I had finished just this morning. "But he likes to play it often, so I wouldn't really have the opportunity to bring it down here for lessons too much."

I stepped behind her, looking at the guitar as well as she ran her pale hands across the wood. "You seem to be taking particular interest in that one."

She glanced over her shoulder, smiling. "It's truly beautiful. All of the instruments in here are."

I blushed. "Thank you." I liked this woman. She wasn't too pushy, like some clients I worked with, and she took great interest in my work, which I didn't get from a lot of my patrons. I decided that, for her kindness, I could grant her something. "You know, if you pay for lessons, I'll give you the guitar for free."

Natalie spun abruptly, her eyes wide. "You- you'd do that?"

I smiled at her, nodding. "Sure. I mean, most of the people that come in here are so rude. They don't show any interest in the work that I do, and they don't treat me as kindly as you have in only five minutes. I'm merely returning the favor."

She rolled her eyes, although she still held her smile. "You can't just give me a guitar because I'm being nice to you."

I took the mahogany acoustic off of the wall, bringing it back to the counter to string it. "Sure I can. I'm the owner."

She laughed, still pulling her wallet out. She held her hands up in surrender when I gave her a mock glare. "Mr. Anderson, how am I going to pay for my lessons if I don't pull out my wallet?"

"You pay by lesson," I said, pushing her wallet away. "And we're going to be working together for a while, so no need for formalities. Call me Blaine."

She rolled her eyes, putting her wallet back in her pocket. "Fine. Thanks, Mr. An- I mean, Blaine."

Smiling, I strung her guitar, picked out a simple black latch case, and gave her some tips on how to take care of the wood and strings. She nodded, even took a few notes, then took her guitar and turned to leave.

Before the bell above the door was able to ding again as she closed it behind her, she turned back to me. "Blaine?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks," she said, looking down with a blush. "It's not often that I work with people as kind as you are, and it's a nice change. I can't wait to learn from you."

I smiled wider. "I'm honored that you think that, Natalie, thank you."

She nodded, and as she headed out, I thought I should alert her of something.

"Natalie?"

"Yes?"

"The reason some people aren't that kind to me as well is because… well… I'm gay."

Natalie smirked. "And I care why?"

I laughed. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay with it."

"Trust me, Blaine, if I wasn't, I would have told you when I met you."

"What do you mean?"

The door was almost completely closed before she winked at me and said, "It's kind of obvious."

A/N: Hello again. Sadly everybody, I'm going to take off for a few weeks. School is finishing up, so I have to focus on final exams, and concentrate on things a little. I'll be working, trust me, I just won't be posting. Everything I've written will be posted June 12th to celebrate my graduation from sophomore year. Look forward to it.
Also, guess what? Wednesday, May 30th is my 16th birthday! Woot! The best gift you guys could giv me is to support my stories with reviews, favorites, and alerts.
Thanks guys! Love you all. See you June 12th. :)