Author's Note: Hi everyone! I am back with a new story. This deviates from canon after Laryngitis (way back in Season 1). I have most of it written already, so hopefully the updates will be pretty quick! It is more angsty than I intended (I just have a lot of Blaine feelings!) but I promise the ending will be much happier than my last fic haha. Let me know what you think, either here or on tumblr! And as always, thanks for reading 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee, the characters, any of the songs used in this story, or any of the lines stolen directly from canon!
As soon as the bell rang at McKinley High School, students burst from every door and flooded the hallways. Blaine Anderson, however, didn't move from his seat outside of the main office, keeping his eyes firmly trained on the cheap linoleum floor between his sneakers. From what he had seen so far, this public school wasn't much different from his last one, other than the lockers being painted red instead of green. None of the kids walking to class gave him a second glance; he was invisible here. He slouched his shoulders a few inches further, feeling even more insignificant than usual. That was the whole point of transferring, though, right? As he had learned the hard way at Huntsville High, being unknown was much better than being hated and ridiculed. He didn't have any friends left at his old school, so McKinley wouldn't be much different in that respect. He still wouldn't have anyone to pass notes with in class or sit with at lunch, but now at least he would have a good reason for not having any friends. The last time anyone at Huntsville had talked to him, besides insulting or taunting him, had been over a month ago, before Tyler left and before that stupid dance.
Blaine took a deep breath and put one hand up to his face, rubbing his eyes, careful to avoid the still healing bruise on his left cheekbone. He was very thankful he had gotten his cast off two days earlier; that certainly would have attracted unwanted attention, something Blaine was planning to avoid at all costs here. If he wasn't careful, things would turn out the same way as they had a few weeks ago, leading to an emergency hospital visit, and subsequent time spent at home healing and hiding. He subconsciously reached over to rub his wrist, which had fractured when he hit the pavement that night. He shook his head, trying to avoid reliving the kicks to his stomach, and Tyler's pleas from somewhere beside him.
Blaine finally looked up at the students in the hallway, searching for any distraction from those memories. A boy a few inches taller than him stood at the set of lockers closest to Blaine's current seat. He had one hand on his hip and the other holding a worn messenger bag. He glanced around the hallways, which started to empty as the next period approached, eyes passing right over Blaine. He then quickly grabbed a can of hairspray from somewhere deep in his locker, and adjusted his light brown hair in a small mirror. Blaine's eyes were drawn downward to the boy's outfit, particularly his jeans, which were a little too tightly fitted for a typical high school male, and, if Blaine wasn't mistaken, looked to be designer. 'Hmm,' he thought, 'maybe I won't be so alone in this new school.'
From the corner of his eye, Blaine caught a flash of red, and turned to see who was coming down the hallway, half expecting it to be a hulking guy in a letterman jacket ready to shove the kid with the tight jeans to the ground. Instead, he found himself looking at a tall, blond cheerleader with a very high ponytail and a very short skirt. She called out, "Kurt!" and literally skipped up to the boy at the locker, chattering away as soon as she arrived. He smiled when he saw the girl through his mirror, and turned to face her as he shut his locker door. She kissed his cheek lightly, before grabbing his hand and pulling him away, presumably to their next class. Blaine's eyes widened and he froze when the boy made eye contact with him as he passed by, tilting his head as if he was trying to place him. His eyes were the prettiest blue Blaine had ever seen and he felt his breath catch in his throat. Then the blond started telling an animated story about a unicorn and someone named Lord Tubbington and the other boy (Kurt, he reminded himself) turned his attention back to her as they walked out of Blaine's sight, their fingers still laced together.
Blaine let out a large sigh and rubbed the back of his neck, just as his parents finally emerged through the glass doors. He got up to greet them and find out how the meeting went, hoping all of his transfer papers had gone through successfully. As they walked down the hallway, in the opposite direction of Kurt, he thought to himself, 'Either those jerks broke my gaydar along with my wrist, or this school is even more closeted than the one I just left.'