A/N: Hello lovelies. It is I yet again. But I am not alone. I have brought the amazingly talented [and beautiful] erisgregory along with me=] Say hello Eris… Eris: *waves*
Anywhore, I got this idea... an awful idea… the Grinch got a wonderful awful idea… uhm… I would apologize for that... but you all know my mind by now, or you should… [I do apologize to the new ones though… I'm not always… ok I am always like this] anyways… got this idea from the song Friday I'm in Love by The Cure, and eris was sweet enough to listen to me when I was a ranting lunatic. This story will be Blaine's side of the story leading up to and after Kurt's arrival into his life. Every chapter will be a different day and the chapters will be named after the lyrics… So ya, enjoy… or don't, whateva whateva=] Anything you wanna say Eris love?
Eris: I suppose a hello is in order. I'm afraid my readers may be quite put out with me for beginning yet another fic, but have a good excuse for this one. You see, the lovely and charming Kayte proposed to me (actually several times)[its true I did… I am slightly shameless in my lust for her… she didn't say yes but she didn't say no either;)] and while I could not agree to marry her, I found I could say yes to a collaboration. Not nearly as much fun as running off and living happily ever after but it will have to do for now. I hope everyone enjoys what we create together, I know it's going to be a lot of fun for me!

D/C: Neither Erisgregory or myself own Glee and/or the Cure or anyother songs or bands mentioned... Although it would be awesome if we did...

"Blaine! Hey Blaine! Wait up!" I heard Nick yell from down the hall, bringing me out of my stupor and back to reality. I slowed my pace from a power walk to a casual stroll so Nick could catch up. Once he did I went back to the faster pace. Power walking has always been a defense-like mechanism for me. And you know what they say; old habits are hard to break.

"Dude are you okay?" Nick asked as he clapped his hand onto my shoulder. Feeling his hand make contact with me caused me to cringe and just about jump away from the blond haired boy. Did I mention hard to break? If he noticed he didn't let on.

"Yeah I'm fine, just kind of out of it I suppose." I mumbled trying to calm my heart down. It was beating so fast and so hard I almost thought it was going to jump out of my ribcage and take off down the hall.

"Well, you better get out of your funk before the Warbler meeting tonight, or Wes may not let you have the solo on Thursday's performance." Nick said, his voice dripping with sarcasm and something that almost seemed like jealousy. Nick was never my biggest fan, and he never hid it either. And the fact that I get 99.5% of the solos makes him hate me worse.

"Yeah, right, Thursday." I said without any real enthusiasm. I love performing, don't get me wrong; but lately it just seems so… blah. To be honest, everything seems to be super blah nowadays.

The rest of our walk to the dorms was in silence, except for the occasional 'hey' or 'sup' from other students. We reached Nick's dorm first, so I waved farewell to my fellow Warbler, and continued down the hall to my own room.

Once I was behind the closed door, I let my guard down and allowed myself relax a bit. Dalton is great, and so are all of the guys but anxiety still plagues me. And besides, as I mentioned before, hard to break.

I flopped down on my bed and used the remote to kick on my iPod that was resting in its iHome. I laughed at the irony as "Boys don't Cry" by The Cure came on. If I had a dollar for every time my dad tried beating that into my head, well let's just say I'd have a lot of dollars.

I set the alarm on my phone so I'd wake up in time for the meeting tonight. Then I laid there listening to Cure song after Cure song singing along quietly to myself. Don't judge, they're my guilty pleasure band.

Finally "Music of the Night" came on and a small smile played on my lips. I started to think of my mother and how she would hum that to me when I was younger. By the time the song was done I was in tears and severely homesick. I made a mental note to call my mom later the next day, just to tell her I loved her.

As the next song started playing through my speakers, I rolled over and snuggled my pillow; trying to calm the tears down. I laid there trying to drown out all the laughter and voices of all the other boys in the hallway. Finally, after what seemed to be eternity, I drifted into a fitful and nightmare plagued dream.