Smile Like You Mean It
So this is my first fanfic, I hope its ok. I started out with a quick first chapter, please read and review, let me know if you think I should continue. I hope you like it!
"I think you're really gonna like Dalton." Nick smiled, as he led his old friend down the halls.
"Yeah, I mean the school looks amazing." Blaine smiled as he surveyed his new environment. "Its just weird, starting at a new school halfway through my senior year. I guess I should be used to moving around by now." He sighed.
"I know it sucks, but Dalton's great. And you are gonna love being a Warbler." Nick enthusiastically insisted.
"Don't you think I should audition for the team before you start calling me a Warbler?"
"Oh please, you're a lock. You're an amazing performer, plus you just happen to be besties with the council's newest member." Nick said unable to conceal his giddiness at his new position in the Warblers.
"Congrats, Nick! That's awesome." Blaine beamed.
"Ok, so just come to the practice after school, I already told our captain, and he's really excited to see some new blood."
"He sounds like a shark." Blaine laughed.
"You're not that far off base, I love him, but Jesse can be a touch…intense. And perhaps a little overly competitive, but he's cool. You'll like him, or at least you'll have to pretend to." And with that Nick sauntered off to his next class, leaving Blaine to fend for himself.
After frantically searching for his classroom for a good ten minutes, Blaine was finally able to locate room 206. Due to his tardiness, most of the kids had already arrived, and were seated. Blaine made his way to the back of the class to one of the few remaining seats. He sat down, before rotating in his seat to locate his binder in his backpack, and that's when he saw him. The most beautiful boy Blaine had ever seen, and he was in his class. He was tall, Blaine could tell that even from the boys seated position, his light brown hair styled carelessly, and yet not a single hair fell out of place. Then there were his eyes, from Blaine's angle he couldn't make out if they were green or blue, but there was something about the way they seemed to hold a feeling of confidence and seemingly complete disinterest, that sucked Blaine in. He had completely forgotten about his binder, and instead had decided to stare like a giddy schoolgirl at this boy that sat one seat up and over from him. He was telling a story to the boys surrounding him, Blaine couldn't exactly make out the words, but from the way each boy stared at Blaine's newest obsession, completely enraptured by every word that fell from his perfect lips, Blaine figured the story had to be good.
Unfortunately, the teacher beginning his lesson interrupted Blaine's one-way staring contest. Blaine tried his best to concentrate, but the beautiful boy made it nearly impossible. Blaine watched with a morphed fascination every time the boy furrowed his brow in concentration, or chuckled when a fellow classmate would lean over a whisper something in his ear. Blaine pulled himself out of his reverie long enough to copy down the problem on the board.
"Does anyone know the answer?" The teacher, Mr. Jacobsen, asked. "Anyone? Fine…" He sighed in frustration. "Mr. Smythe?" The teacher called out, pointing to none other than the beautiful boy.
"Four ex, over two pi cosign ex." The boy answered.
It was the first time, Blaine had heard his voice all class, and he was not disappointed. His voice had somewhat of a murmur to it, filled with confidence and dripping with apathy.
"Vey good, Sebastian." Mr. Jacobsen responded before continuing with the lesson.
Sebastian Smythe…the named seemed a touch ridiculous, but Blaine Anderson felt he was in no position to judge. The beautiful boy had a name, and a voice, and the most intriguing set of eyes he'd ever seen. Yes, Blaine decided. He was definitely going to like Dalton.