-A/N: I haven't been on FFN for a very long time. Literally since middle school. That doesn't mean I've stopped writing. On the contrary, my fandoms are updated, my stories are more complete, and I have become better at characterization. I don't own anything. Ryan Murphy is a monster. A brilliant, ridiculous monster. *Also, I'm sorry if Blaine comes out a bit like Darren Criss, the actor portraying him, but for some reason, I can't imagine him as being anything other than a nerdy fanboy. Also- this story is set after "Dynamic Duets!".

Senior year. Wasn't this supposed to be the best year of high school? The most fun? As the perpetual rulers of the school for two semesters, there was no doubt that seniors had it the best. Besides, they were getting out of this hellhole in about thirty weeks, they were allowed to enjoy themselves, just a little. But for Blaine Anderson of the McKinley High School New Directions, even coming off of a national championship, senior year was shaping up to be the worst year of his short, scattered, telenovela-esque life. Oh sure, he was senior class president, but it was like the job meant nothing to him anymore. He could barely bring himself to talk to anyone, and when he did, he was hiding deeper and deeper inside of himself, putting on the brave face, as they say, trying to maintain his happy demeanor.

But if you caught him alone, he'd tell you- Nothing made sense without Kurt. The only thing that seemed able to really distract him from his cloudy mood was school, but even still, his books would often swim before his eyes, the words blurring with the burning sensation of unshed tears. It was his fault, after all. He'd been the one who cheated, not Kurt. It had been his moment of weakness, his uncertainty about where his relationship with Kurt was going that had gotten him into this deep, dark hole. He needed a way out.

Creating the Secret Superhero club had helped, dressing up in dorky outfits was an outlet, much like Glee Club had been for him, a mask to hide behind, as Night Bird, the leader of the Justice League of the High School. Or maybe they were Superfriends, Blaine could fight you on either side of the argument, of course. Being Night Bird gave him a distraction, and made him feel like he was getting somewhere in his annoyingly stale life-after-Klaine. They even had a league of super villains against them, Blaine's former Glee Club, the Dalton Academy Warblers. He admitted, it was nice seeing his friends from Dalton, even Sebastian had cooled his heels in the time since they last met at sectionals. Maybe he knew Blaine was single again, but if he did, he didn't press the issue, which Blaine deeply appreciated. He debated asking the other boy out to coffee, but shied away from this date-like scenario. The last thing he needed was for Kurt to show up, unexpectedly, and run into them at the Lima Bean, laughing over two medium drips. That had always annoyed Kurt in the past, he expected in their current fragile state, it would make the other boy blow up, and if Blaine was lucky, he'd get angry- if he was unlucky, Kurt would leave awash in fresh tears flooding down from those disturbingly blue eyes that Blaine missed more than Saturday morning cartoons. He sighed deeply, before looking up from his history book and blinking hard, feeling the bed shift beneath him as someone nudged him hard in the shoulder.

"You're doing it again, Blaine," Sam Evans chided him with a friendly tap to his helmet-like gelled noggin. Blaine shook his head and sighed, mumbling out a weak "sorry", before snorting a little, as if to draw himself even more alarmingly out of his reverie.

Sam shrugged, "I may not understand, exactly, but I... yeah.." he frowned. "I know how shitty Kurt must feel, but... watching you these past few weeks, hanging out with you... you're hurting too..." he nudged Blaine again, "And although I don't agree with what you did, I'm here for you. So quit, er... vanilla-zizing" he stopped himself, looking up, "That's not right, is it?" he sighed heavily, turning the page in the book that lay on the bed between them. Sam cracked his toes without thinking about it. "Look," he began again, "I'm not here to guilt trip you. I'm your VP, I'm here for you." he nodded, as if that settled what he was trying to say. He wanted badly to slap Blaine in the back of the head, yell at him for moping like an asshole. Blaine was the reason they'd broken up! Why should he be pouting? Sam bit his lower lip, reading a few lines down the glossy pages of the text book, before flipping it shut.

"Forget this, man, I'm going home." he stood from the bed, a bit disgusted at how morose Blaine was acting. "You're starting to bum me out, and if I'm going to pass this test, I need to sleep." he yawned widely, glancing at the digital clock on the bedside table. Blaine barely opened his mouth before Sam was out the door, dancing a bit down the steps, stepping out into the chilly November night.

A/N: I know the first chapter was insanely short- much to my own dismay, but let me know what you think, I'll try to upload once a week if not more often- and if you're patient with me- you should get some AnderBros action later on :D 3 C