YAAY, Chapter fic! And it looks like I may actually complete this one! Whoopie!

My beautiful OC, Avril, shall be properly introduced next chapter; and each episode (except the big ones) will be made up of two chapters. Isn't this EXCITING?

Yeah, anyways ENJOY. I love you all. :)

Disclaimer: ME? Own Glee? Do you seriously think my wonderful OC would be such if I did own Glee?

...if it wasn't clear, no. I don't own Glee. Fox does. :)


Blaine sighed heavily as he adjusted the strap of his bag, slipping it over his head as he left his French classroom.

French.

The bane of his entire existence; even worse than Wes and his damned gavel.

What was it about the stupid language which made it so hard for him to absorb, let alone translate? Was it the fact that some words seemed to have genders-which, above all things, confused the hell out of the prep school boy-or could it possibly be the stupid accent required to make the language even decipherable? Whatever it was, Blaine loathed his French lessons; and could not wait for the day that his professor decided his grades were bad enough for him to be allowed to drop the damn thing.

Then again, they didn't teach Italian at Dalton-the only language other than English which Blaine could actually absorb-so that result was unlikely.

No, he'd just spend the rest of his school-life sat in a dark classroom watching obscure films which made no sense and trying to be discrete about studying his sheet music for the next Warblers rehearsal.

Speaking of which...

"Shit." Blaine hissed under his breath, picking up the speed of his walk until he was almost running down the halls of his school, darting past other students-all of whom smiled or out-and-out laughed when they saw him, knowing full well that he was almost late for the performance the Warblers had arranged not long ago.

Not a good thing when you're supposed to be leading the performance.

Blaine's phone vibrated in his blazer pocket, and he let out a soft groan as he reached for it, expecting a scathing message from Wes; only to frown when he saw Avril blinking up at him from the screen. He opened the message quickly, easily navigating the halls despite his distraction-something most students were able to do after over a year of attending the school-only to stop dead in his tracks when he saw the message.

"Oh dear god." He mumbled, staring at the message glaring up at him. Why him? Why now? Why ever, in fact?

I'm here! Come get me within the next hour, please? Ax

Blaine sighed heavily, dropping his phone back into his pocket, and let out a groan of pure frustration, resisting the urge to run his fingers through his hair-and therefore mess it up-before starting in the direction of the choir room again, ignoring those people who noticed him and called his name. They'd all understand that he needed to get to the choir room without being late enough to incur the wrath of Wes and his gavel; and even if they didn't, he could pretend he didn't hear them. He was just on the stairs down to the ground floor, where the choir room was located, and about to head in the direction of a little known short-cut which would be great for the purposes of both getting to the performance on time and lamenting over the fact his insane cousin was expecting him to pick her up from the airport within the next hour, when a soft voice called out to him, and he paused, looking back; only to be forced to stop himself collapsing to his knees by gripping the banister of the staircase.

Because less than a meter away from him, looking adorably obvious in his black jacket and red tie, stood the most beautiful boy he'd ever seen.

His dark hair was styled impeccably, and made his eyes, impossibly blue and pale on their own, look even brighter and bluer. It was evident, despite the compensation of the stair he was stood on, that he was taller than Blaine; something not hard, but still notable. But the way he held himself, stood straight but for the way he drew his shoulders inwards and clutched the strap of his satchel, made him look oh-so-vulnerable; and the part of Blaine which remembered feeling that vulnerable ached with sympathy.

And he was suddenly over come with a desperate need to look after this obvious spy; and not just because Blaine thought he may have just fallen a little bit in love with him.

"My name's Blaine." Blaine finally stuttered out, forgetting for a moment that he was supposed to be leading the Warblers in a performance of one of his favourite songs. The boy smiled weakly, shaking the offered hand, before gesturing helplessly at the Dalton students swarming in the direction of the choir room.

"Kurt. So what exactly is going on?" Oh god, that voice. Even with those seven words-or six and a half, as Avril would have stated, pointing out that his name wasn't really a word-Blaine could hear hints of a truly spell-binding talent. Higher than Blaine had expected, this boy was obviously a Countertenor; and Blaine could honestly say Wes would kill for a voice like that in their group.

"The Warblers. Every now and then they throw an impromptu performance in the Senior commons. Tends to shut the school out for a while. " Blaine offered, inwardly cheering at the fact he'd managed to sound calm and collected despite the fact he was hyperventilating like a teeny-bopper at a Jonas Brothers concert inside. His internal flailing faded, however, when he saw the conflicting emotions in the boy's already expressive eyes; excitement, and something like hope sparking a light inside of them, before being closely followed by guilt and disbelief-although what that meant Blaine didn't know.

"So, wait, the Glee Club here is kind of cool?" He breathed; and Blaine understood. Not many other schools had the anti-bullying policy of Dalton; and so not many other schools had room for talent to be appreciated the way it was in terms of the Warblers. No bullying meant no social ladders; and that meant that any talent, be it singing or chess, was celebrated enthusiastically.

At Dalton, no one was allowed to put down those with talent in order to make themselves seem better; which appeared to be exactly what this boy had had to put up with.

"The Warblers are like rock stars." Blaine offered, just barely succeeding at keeping up his optimistic manner-he couldn't just pull the boy in for a hug, and freak him out-before holding out a hand, grinning charmingly at the 'spy'.

"C'mon; I know a shortcut." The boy seemed to hesitate for a moment, eyeing Blaine's hand with a mixture of suspicion and glee; before smiling briefly and taking the offered hand.

Blaine grinned, before dragging Kurt after him.


"Can I ask you guys a question?" Blaine blinked at Kurt, sat across from where he and the aptly named 'Tweedles' were sat, oblivious to the smirks Wes and David exchanged behind his back.

He caught it when David mouthed 'here it comes' to Wes, however, and stepped on the boy's foot-hard-under the table.

Blaine nodded, ignoring the way David's face was now twisted in pain. Kurt glanced at them all warily.

"Are you guys all gay?" Blaine elbowed both boys before they could snort in laughter, and smiled weakly at Kurt. Why he'd been given such immature friends he'd never know; but there you go, and here they were, and he needed to answer Kurt before the boy ran away forever because he thought they were laughing at him.

"Uh, no. I mean I am." Blaine offered, smiling slightly at Kurt, before gesturing at Wes and David.

"But, uh, these two have girlfriends." He offered; only for his phone to vibrate. Blaine frowned, David, who was sat on the side of Blaine his phone was located, jumping when he felt the vibrations; causing Blaine to roll his eyes, before pulling his phone out of his blazer pocket with an apologetic smile at Kurt.

He frowned at the message when he opened it.

Liar. Wes and David don't have girlfriends; you just don't want them to become potential competition. Ax

Blaine blinked at the message a couple of times, before texting his cousin back, only partially acknowledging that Wes was talking to Kurt. He only had to wait for a short moment before there was a response to his What the hell?but the response had him choking on nothing.

Ethan's streaming your little conversation to me, Blaine. Now stop neglecting your pretty pretty nymph and pay him some damn attention before the Tweedles scare him off. Ax

Obediently, Blaine set his phone down on the table without texting back, and turned his attention back to the boy sat across from him; and immediately noticed the way he was glancing uncomfortably at the pair of boys sat on either side of Blaine.

"Would you guys excuse us?" Blaine asked softly; and Wes and David both glanced at him, before nodding and getting up, heading off to find a table of their own. Blaine watched Kurt silently for a moment, before taking a deep breath.

"I take it you're having trouble at school?" Kurt looked away, blushing; before turning back, something in the back of his eyes burning angrily.

"I'm the only person out of the closet at my school." He stated; and oh god, he sounded so broken and alone. Blaine watched him intently, radiating sympathy.

"And I, I tried to stay strong about it..." Blaine winced as he heard Kurt's voice begin to break, trying his hardest to resist the urge to reach out and take Kurt's hand; he didn't want to freak the other boy out while he was so emotionally fragile.

"But there's this Neanderthal who'd made it his mission to make my life a living hell." Blaine pushed back his own memories; of letterman-jacket clad boys who were twice his size bearing down on him; of the people he'd thought were his friends shooting scathing comments his way, just because he was different. But Kurt was continuing, and so Blaine continued to watch him carefully.

"But nobody seems to notice." And of course they don't, Blaine thought. Because everyone thinks it's a choice people make, and if the bullying and the off-hand remarks hurt that much, that why don't they make the choice to change back?

"I know how you feel." Blaine offered softly, nodding to himself.

"I got taunted at my old school and it really..." Blaine let out a soft huff of frustration, remembering all over again what he'd gone through; and remembering how hard it had been to just sit and take it, rather than lash out and provoke them more.

"...pissed me off." He muttered, frowning at the table top. That really didn't cover it; but he wasn't about to go into detail about just how pissed off he'd been by the general ignorance of his old class mates.

"I even complained about to the faculty; and, they were sympathetic and all, but...you could just tell that nobody...really cared." Except Avril. He added mentally, remembering having to physically hold her back from marching up to his school and, as she'd so eloquently put it, 'beating some sense into the ignorant Neanderthals who think they can get away with making fun of my cousin'.

"It was like, 'hey, if you're gay your life's just gonna be miserable. Sorry. Nothing we can do about it'." He offered softly, meeting Kurt's eyes-darker now, Blaine absent-mindedly noticed-with a weak smile.

"So I left." Blaine finished, admitting something he'd been quietly ashamed about for over a year; the fact that he ran.

"I came here; simple as that." And there was a sense of relief in those words; because, yes, he'd come to Dalton. And he'd made friends who didn't care that he was gay; who, in fact, accepted that part of him whole-heartedly.

"So you have two options." He started, fidgeting in his seat and smiling at Kurt when he looked up.

"I'd love to tell you to just come and enrol here, but tuition's steep and I know that's not an option for everybody. Or, you can refuse to be the victim. Prejudice is just ignorance, Kurt. And you have a chance right now to teach him." Blaine watched the way Kurt seemed to feed on his words, gaining confidence; and through that drew some strength for himself.

"How?" That soft-spoken word was all the push Blaine needed to advise Kurt to do the one thing he hadn't been able to.

"Confront him. Call him out." Blaine hesitated before continuing.

"I ran, Kurt." He admitted, looking away from those impossible eyes.

"I didn't stand up. I let bullies chase me away, and it is something I really...really regret." Kurt nodded lightly, and smiled at Blaine when he looked up again.

"I'll do it." He breathed; and Blaine smiled back at him.

Before his phone vibrated again.

He smiled apologetically at Kurt, before turning to his new message; only to roll his eyes.

Stop with the eye-sex and send him on his way; then you can fill me in on what 'wonderful' advice you just gave him. The sound on Ethan's iPhone sucks. Ax


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Keariel