Author's Notation: To be honest, I've only recently gotten into the Glee fandom and I've thoroughly enjoyed all the stories. However, I've noticed that many stories follow, generally, the same plot, which makes it difficult to find unique fics. I was considering writing my own Glee fic (and honestly, this is like the first time I've actually written anything in over a year). I'm writing mostly for fun, which means there isn't much editing that goes into the story. I'll probably end up hitting writer's block after only a chapter or two, so any, ANY suggestions at all would be appreciated (plus, reviews and favorites are very encouraging in terms of my writing motivation). Anyways, do enjoy!
Story Summary: Some say that the superficial beauty of the blue jay hides its inner flaws. A flock of warblers wants to help a lone jay find its wings and finally fly free (or, where Kurt never met the Warblers, transfers to Dalton, and everyone is obsessed with finding out who this mystery singer is).
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Pairings: Undecided
Main Characters (In Current Chapter): Kurt Hummel, Blaine Anderson
Lime/Lemon Content (In Current Chapter): None.
Current Time/Era: 2010 to 2011
Current Place/Residence: Dalton Academy, Westerville, Ohio, United States of America
Pre-Chapter Information: Blaine Anderson, lead singer for the Warblers, hears a beautiful voice coming through the air vents, and is determined to find out who it belongs to.
When Blaine Anderson stayed a few minutes extra after a Warblers practice, he didn't expect to hear the beautiful crooning of a delectable voice coming through the air vents.
In fact, he probably wouldn't have heard it at all if it was not for the serendipitous timing of his shortness of breath, combined with the awful rattling of the metal grate created by the air conditioning unit.
As fate would have it, Blaine was belting out the chorus to Firework (and goodness knows how obsessed he was with Katy Perry), and it was going quite well too, at least, until he hiccuped into the note, resulting in a simultaneous array of coughs, burps, and wheezes.
By the end of it, Blaine had a face so red as to rival the McKinley cheerleading uniform and an infinite thankfulness for the fact that no Warblers had stayed behind to witness the embarrassing moment.
HuuuuurdudududuclangBONG
His eye twitched.
And, as if his mood couldn't get any more terrible, the vent panel had rattled for the 13th time (and yes, he was THAT accurate because seriously, how could anyone forget such a distinctive yet disruptive sound?) that day.
Even Wes had started expressing minor traces of annoyance, and that was saying something considering the amount of noise he usually makes banging his gavel.
'Perhaps he was getting jealous,' Blaine mused.
As he crept towards the vent, determined to either tape it down or to tape it shut (decidedly ignoring the images that his mind conjured of Wes banging an air vent on the council table), he heard something that wasn't quite rattling.
Blaine's eyes widened.
Kurt Hummel was bored.
He was sitting in a small, empty classroom, his papers scattered along the desk and his thoughts scattered along the universe.
The administration had given him this room to work on catching up with his classes (even though he was still maintaining a 4.0 with the advanced curriculum).
To be fair, Dalton was a great school. The classes, the people, the food, coupled with the no-tolerance policy for bullying, made it into the ultimate gay student's fantasy.
The fact that it was an all-boys school only made it all the better.
Of course, Kurt missed his friends back in McKinley.
He missed Mike's easy-to-talk-to personality, he missed bantering with Santana, he missed Mercedes' advice sessions, he missed Puck's bad-boy attitude, he missed Brittany's uniqueness...
He even missed Rachel's overbearing diva-ness that rivaled even his own.
But, he knew Dalton was the best place for him. A place away from the bullies (read: jocks), away from the drama, and away from the hell that was McKinley.
Unfortunately, if it was one thing that Kurt couldn't stand about Dalton, it was the universal conformity that was expected of all students.
He had to wear the Dalton clothing, live in the Dalton housing with the Dalton furniture, make Dalton friends, breathe the Dalton air, and when he died, he would go to the Dalton hell.
Kidding. Kurt was entirely agnostic.
However, he did know that the school was slowly... Daltonizing him.
The only entertainment he got nowadays was listening to the Warblers practice in the classroom next to his.
And that itself, the Warblers, was an entirely different subject.
Kurt had only gotten into Dalton on a full scholarship, and that was for his vocal ability. The only problem was, part of the agreement required him to do something vocal-related while attending, which was really limited to just theater, music production, or the Warblers.
While at first, he had been prospective of a glee club, he didn't want to deal with the ignominy of being in a group of singing nerds all over again.
By the time he realized the Warblers were one of, if not the, most popular group on campus, it was too late to audition.
At first, he had moped a bit about the missed opportunity, but after a day of deep contemplation (which involved more scattered papers), he had decided to join the music production club, coincidentally named the Jays (he had wondered if every club on campus was somehow bird related).
"There's always next year," Kurt told himself, "Besides, maybe music production will be my forte."
As he tapped his pencil against the desk in frustration, he noticed a piano in the back of the room.
'Surely they wouldn't mind if...' But Kurt was already striding across the room, and promptly sat himself down on the stool chair.
As his fingers hit the keys and notes filled the room, Kurt began to sing.
As a new student, it was excusable for him to not know about all the nooks and crannies of Dalton.
That is to say, it was entirely not his fault that he didn't know the vents carried sound quite clearly throughout the air conditioning system.
Perhaps if he had noticed the air vent directly above his position, he would have thought about it for a bit, then kept on performing.
It was all so overwhelming
She was like, "I don't know, don't tell me"
He had eyes that said, "Girl, I'll save you"
She had doubts, like they might not make it
So they both held tight to face it
There were vows, she was bound to take 'em
She was full of such trepidation
There in front of the whole damn nation
But no. Instead, Kurt played and sang. And it was the beginning to something amazing.
As Blaine sat beside the air vent (having dragged a chair and positioned it directly in front), he had his eyes closed and was swaying softly to the angelic voice coming through it.
With you, you, you
With you, you, you
With you, you, you
Baby, I'm in love, it's true
'I'm in love too,' Blaine thought. Well, at least he was with the voice.
Ooh, shots of Remy
Playing Confessions, and our bodies blendin'
Ooh, I'm in love, it's true
Yeah, damn I fucks with you
Blaine raised an eyebrow at the swearing, but decided that it only added to the sinfulness of the angel singing through the vents.
With you, you, you
With you, you, you
With you, you, you
Oh baby, baby, I'm in love, it's true
As the song ended, he couldn't help but agree with the lyrics.
This was also when Blaine had realization number two: that this mystery angel simply needed to join the Warblers, which meant getting the council (and specifically, Wes and David) involved.
This would be a wonderful year.
*Not, in any way, attempting to stereotype or discriminate against people of the LGBTQ+ community. I have added this in only as a portrayal of Kurt's internal thinking and dry humor. If anything in my stories seems offensive to you, please don't take it personally. If you do feel strongly about something I have written, please send me a PM and I will do my best to mollify your concerns.
*Song used here is With You by Mariah Carey. I know that the song hadn't been released during the airing of the second season of Glee, but I really don't want to take the time to make sure all my facts are plausibly accurate. Some facts may be shifted in order to make this fic smoother. As someone who has derived most, if not all, of his Glee knowledge from the fandom only, any fact clarification would be appreciated (PMs or reviews are fine :D).
*Although it appears that Blaine is developing a slight infatuation with Kurt early on in the story, it doesn't guarantee that he will end up with Kurt in a relationship. If anything, lots of canon relationships are gonna end up skewed in many directions, and personally, I've always considered the relationship dynamics in canon Glee to be slightly off, so bear in mind that even if the same relationship progresses in this story, the dynamics behind that relationship are most likely going to be different from canon.
As an additional note, I know that Chris Colfer's voice on Glee won't always fit with my song choices in this fic. While I am absolutely in love with his voice, There are times where I feel it is almost too on pitch, with not enough variation (things like runs or vibrato). Again, this is just my opinion, and I could definitely be wrong considering again, I haven't seen much of Glee beyond the fandom. In this fic, I will most likely have Kurt be able to sing in a variety of genres using more variation in his singing technique.
Any constructive criticism or positive feedback would be appreciated. Thanks!
