A/N: Here's Chapter 2! Read the A/N after the chapter for some info on the story and such.
Chapter 2: Good Friend of Mine
"What do you think Blaine?"
This was the first thing that had been directed to Blaine in twenty minutes after Mercedes had been picked up that morning. The diva had "requested" that the youngest of the three move to the back, and then he had been blatantly ignored by the two females for the rest of the drive.
So, when his sister spoke his name, he was, needless to say, startled.
"What?" he asked a little too quickly and jumped a tad. He had been in his own world, trying to imagine what he was missing as the first day of the year had been last week at Dalton. He coughed and said more calmly: "I'm sorry, what did you say Rachel?"
She smiled understandingly at him through the rearview mirror and asked again: "Did you think it was right of Prince to kick Whitney Huston out his concert?"
"Pfft, yeah," Blaine scoffed. "She was drunk and making a fool out of herself. She's lucky he was nice as he was." His eyes stared down the rearview mirror, which now had the eyes of Mercedes Jones giving him the dirties look.
"She's Whitney Huston," she said coldly.
"Yeah, and he's Prince. I think we know who wins in that scale contest." He smirked cockily and crossed his arms, knowing that the argument was done and done.
Mercedes didn't bring it up again.
Rachel almost giggled at the two. Her best female friend and her little brother have never been known for getting along. They had extremely opposite views on everything. Fashion, celebrities, movies, music, books, food—it was crazy. She was always one to have to intervene if the arguments got out of hand, which was hard because truth was she usually agreed with Blaine, but had to act neutral to keep the peace.
The drive only lasted another five minutes before Rachel pulled up into the school parking lot and parked in the first available spot she saw. "We're here!" she sung happily turning the car off. She turned around in her seat and looked at Blaine happily. "Are you ready?"
He rolled his eyes and laughed. "Yes Rach, I'm ready."
"Then come on!" She jumped out of the car as Mercedes got out and told about going to meet up with her new "beau" and left. Rachel waved good bye and swung the door open for her little brother. "Welcome," she started theatrically. "to McKinley high school, little brother!"
Blaine looked at the school. It wasn't very impressive.
"Come on!" she cheered, grabbing him by the hand and practically skipping to the school entrance. "This," she said as they entered and with the flourish of her arm. "is the main hallway of our school."
"Yeah, I figured," he mumbled.
"Oh come on Blainey!" she cried. "Don't be so sour! This school's not so bad."
Blaine opted to ignore her last statement and instead said, "I thought I told you not to call me that in public."
Rachel ignored him and continued to introduce him to every room, hallway, locker, tile; it was a little much. He only zoned in when he felt like she might ask a question, and even then he only half listened. He was being a little overdramatic about moving to a new school, but hey, it ran in his blood.
"And this," Rachel continued. "Is the lovely-!"
"RACHEL!" a voice called from behind the siblings, and both turned to see who had yelled.
There, located next to some dumb room with his theatrical sister hooked to his arm, is where Blaine Anderson first saw Mr. Kurt Hummel.
He was taller, had brown hair, a killer outfit, and was… gorgeous. To Blaine, at least.
"Who's that?" he quickly whispered to his sister, though he already had an idea. I mean, what other boy could have such an acute taste of fashion and not be out of the closet?
"Kurt, my bestie," Rachel said, answering Blaine and greeting her friend. "Oh my gawd! You look fabulous!" She hugged her again.
"Of course!" Kurt agreed. "It is a day that ends in 'y' after all."
Blaine stared at Kurt for a minute; thinking intensely about how today was Wednesday, tomorrow was Thursday, and—"OH! I get it!" he yelled and burst into laughter, doubling over. "That's hilarious!"
Rachel and Kurt threw him an off look. He straightened up quickly, trying to not continue to chuckle at the small joke. He threw out his hand and said to Kurt: "Hi, I'm Blaine, Rachel's brother. We've never really met." He smiled at the handsome boy in front of him as he shook his very soft hand. Like seriously, those were some soft hands.
"Right! Rachel's always bragging about you." Kurt took back his hand, a little… taken aback by the rough, calloused skin. "Nice to finally meet you too. Can't believe this is the first time we're meeting."
"Yeah, I know," Blaine agreed. "Three years you've been friends with my sister and I've only seen you once or twice in person."
Kurt chuckled. "I know! It's a little ridiculous."
"Well, now that formal introductions are done with," Rachel interrupted, making Blaine tear his gaze from Kurt. "What's going on Kurt?"
"OH! Right," he said quickly. "Jacob wants an interview with the two most talented people in New Directions, so I told him we would meet up with him in the choir room."
"Well we can't keep our adoring fans waiting," Rachel said happily. She turned quickly to look at Blaine, who appeared a confused by their conversation. She didn't have time to explain to him the Jacob was the weirdo who had a crush on her, and instead told him, "Okay, so go to the bulletin board at the end of the hall and figure out where your homeroom. Then, go there and after you get your schedule and such, go to the choir room and start setting up for your audition!" She giggled and hugged him tightly. "Come on Kurt!" She grabbed the boy by the hand and they ran off down the hall.
But not before Blaine could hear Kurt say, "See ya, Blaine. Nice to meet you."
Blaine stared after them for a minute, and mumbled under his breath: "Yeah, see ya…"
!&!
About two hours had passed of a very boring homeroom teacher telling everyone rules, dress codes, and other dumb things that Blaine had quickly lot interest in. Finally, she had released anyone who had better things to do to, like go to clubs, and the guidance counselors office to switch schedules, and bullies to go get their slushies. Junk like that.
It took him a few minutes, but Blaine was able to locate the choir room and walked in, seeing quite a few people in there. He didn't get time to see how many of them he knew, because the one he had known for the past sixteen years approached him quickly.
"BLAINE!" Rachel cheered. "Here, let me introduce you to everyone." She grabbed him by the hand and quickly shoved him into the center of the room, facing the two rows of chairs filled with his peers. He gulped. "Everyone, this is Blaine. Blaine, this is," and then quickly, going down the rows, "Santana, Brittany, Mercedes, Finn, Kurt, Mike, Tina, Artie, and Puck." She smiled at him and the rest of the club members. "Blaine's my baby brother," she told and Blaine rolled his eyes for what felt like the millionth time that day.
"Only by fourteen months," he explained to everyone. He straightened up and smiled at the crowd in front of him. "Well, hey everyone. As Rachel said, I'm her little brother, and I can't wait for this year. We're gonna be great!" He smiled and gave a thumbs up, getting some applause from a few in the crowd.
"Hello everyone!" A voice called from behind him, and he and Rachel turned to see an older man come in the room smiling. Blaine had met him a time or two before, and recognized him as Mr. Schue, the New Directions coach. He smiled at Blaine and Rachel and said, "Hey guys. Oh, you're Blaine, Rachel's brother."
"Yes sir," Blaine smiled and shook his hand.
"You ready to audition?" he asked, clearly understanding that if he was an Anderson that he would be complied to be in New Directions.
"Yup," he nodded and Rachel smiled proudly.
"Well, take a seat while I announce a few things, and then you can sing your heart out."
Mr. Schue talked for the next few minutes, telling about "booty camp", which Blaine asked to join so he could catch up with them. They all happily cheered about Vocal Adrenaline being weaker this year, and then came the purple pianos.
Blaine's eyebrows shot up happily at the mentioning of them singing wherever he piano's were. In fact…
"Okay, now are you ready to audition Blaine?" he asked after his monologue.
"Actually," the young Anderson started. "Do you mind if I audition later Mr. Schue? I would like to…. Go over some things, if that's okay."
"Sure," Mr. Schue said with a shrug. A few minutes later, the bell rang, announcing lunch. "Alright guys, I'll see you later."
Rachel quickly turned in her seat to face Blaine as the rest of the club filed out of the room. "Why didn't you audition? Are you nervous? Are you afraid everyone will compare you to me?"
Blaine shook his head with a chuckle. "No, I've got an idea though. And I need your help." He started to tell of his plan, and they quickly got to work.
!&!
It took ten minutes, which was good because that's how long it took for everyone to file out of the lunch room and into the court yard to eat their lunch. A purple piano was skillfully placed at the bottom of the big stone stairway, and Blaine was at the top, his sunglasses on and talking to his sister.
"You ready?" she asked.
"Always." He smiled. "This is a good idea, right?"
"Of course!" Rachel said happily. "You're an Anderson, if you didn't make your audition memorable, they would doubt that we were siblings. And you have to trust me, because I'm your older and I know everything."
Blaine rolled his eyes and thanked his sister before she ran down the stairs and he turned. He straightened up his bow tie, adjusted his sunglasses.
Then the music started.
And he felt awesome.
He slid down the rail, and started to sing:
"It's not unusual to be loved by anyone
It's not unusual to have fun with anyone
But when I see you hanging about with anyone
It's not unusual to see me cry
Oh, I wanna die."
Halfway through that part he had torn off his sunglasses and tossed them to Rachel. Unfortunately, his bad aim has caused it to fly over her and Finn's head and he watched as Kurt caught them instead.
He felt his stomach tighten as he continued to sing and "Carlton Dance".
"It's not unusual to go out at any time
But when I see you out and about it's such a crime
If you should ever want to be loved by anyone,
It's not unusual
It happens every day
No matter what you say
You find it happens all the time
Love will never do what you want it to
Why can't this crazy love be mine."
As he sang he saw that a group of cheerleaders had started to back up dance for him, and Santana had come over and started to show him what they were doing. He felt like he should be a little worried, but he couldn't help but feel like a rock star (plus their uniforms match his outfit so it looked awesome), so he just went with it and kept singing.
"It's not unusual, to be mad with anyone
It's not unusual, to be sad with anyone
But if I ever find that you've changed at anytime
It's not unusual to find out that I'm in love with you."
Santana had grabbed his hand and led him around the piano as he started in on his "Whoa-oh's" and he could feel his adrenaline pumping as he went over and sang to Rachel and Finn. He finished his song though, with his eyes locked to Kurt's, and he felt his stomach tighten again.
He finished, and smiled at his sister's best friend, when he suddenly heard a gasp behind him. He turned, and saw that the purple piano was… on fire.
He looked over to Rachel, who just wore a shocked expression on her face and shrugged at him.
!&!
It would be towards the end of the day when Blaine would get his sunglasses back.
He was at his new locker, setting it up with pictures of his favourite actors, movies, and football teams (he was a tad bit of a stereotype breaker). It was looking pretty good, and the only things he knew was missing was a picture of him and Rachel in their first at-home production together that he had left at home. It was one of his favourite pictures and childhood memories, so he had every intention of keeping it in his books' new home.
His locker suddenly shut forward and his eyes grew wide as a camera was suddenly shoved in his face and some nerdy looking red-head with a Jew-fro started talking.
"I'm here with Blaine Anderson," he started and Blaine was really struck by whatever was going on. "That's right, Anderson, Rachel Anderson's little brother. There's another, and it's here at McKinley."
Blaine was pretty sure he as suppose to be offended by that.
"So, Blaine, how old are you?" he asked and shoved to microphone in his face.
"Uh, sixteen until next month. I'm a junior," he told, still confounded by this… interview?
"And is it true in rebellious protest to your sister and the New Directions that after performing a very gay tribute to Tim Jones that you set fire to their purple piano."
"Whoa, whoa," Blaine said, now getting into his more fierce side. "First, the Cheerios set fire to the piano."
"Allegedly," ginger boy piped in.
Blaine continued, "Second, it's Tom Jones."
"Still gay."
Blaine could feel his blood boil. "Third, I love my older sister, and I'm happy to say I'm a proud member of the New Directions."
He just snorted like a pig.
"Fourth, you're using the term 'gay' very offensively. You can't seriously be trying to call yourself a reporter right now and use such ignorant terms," Blaine told.
"Hm, interesting." Jacob looked to the camera before staring back at Blaine and asking, "Are you gay?"
Blaine froze. He hadn't seen that one coming. He should have, but he didn't and now he was caught off-guard with wide eyes and his brain going fuzzy. This was not his coming out plan.
"Um, I—," he stopped when a newly familiar face entered into the camera's view.
"Oh Jacob, how sad. You just can't get over the Anderson's, can you? First you hit on the older sister, now the younger brother. Tsk, tsk." Blaine stared up at Kurt, who had a sarcastic smile on his face as he saved Blaine's ass. "You should actually probably get a move on. I heard Puckerman lost his keys in a trash can and is looking for some sorry soul to go dumpster diving for him."
Jacob's eyes widened behind his glasses, and he quickly signed off to the camera, before darting towards the doors.
After both he and the camera man left, Blaine turned to Kurt with a thankful expression. "Thanks Kurt, that was terrible."
Kurt chuckled. "No problem, anything for Rachel's talented little brother." He smiled and Blaine felt his stomach, again, tighten up.
"Yeah, well," he shrugged, not really sure what to say. "Thanks again. I gotta—," he was about to say "go", but Kurt cut him off.
"Oh! Wait," Kurt said, then started to go through his messenger bag. "I have something of yours."
Blaine, intrigued, raised one of his eyebrows and stayed put. What could Kurt have of his?
It didn't take him long to remember as Kurt pulled out a pair of banana yellow sunglasses. "Here, you threw these during your performance today."
"Right," Blaine said as he grabbed them out of Kurt's hand. "I almost forgot. Thanks for keeping them safe for me."
"Ah, no problem," Kurt said with a smile. "By the way, you were great today. Well, except for the piano catching on fire thing."
Blaine chuckled and shook his head. "Yeah, that kind of killed the mood."
"Just a little bit," Kurt smiled and chuckled as well, and they stared at each other for (what felt like) a very long moment.
It was Blaine to give a nervous cough and some poor excuse about meeting up with Rachel before she left for home without him, so that they could finally break eye contact.
They said their good-byes, and Blaine left for the exit.
And Kurt, felt his stomach tighten.
TBC….
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