Author's Note: There are TONS of issues to address. I DON'T BELIEVE IN CONVERTING PEOPLE! Goodness gracious, you guys are so touchy! I'm sorry if anyone was offended by the little 400 word prologue about a boy praying, but seriously, chill out. I'm nothing like how I'm writing Blaine in any sense, but at the same time, there are plenty of people in the world like him, most of which are my friends. People who believe in Christianity believe you're going to Hell if you don't accept Jesus Christ as your savior. It's a fact that people believe this. I'm not saying you have to. IT'S A STORY GUYS! I'm not trying to hurt anyone's feelings by saying they're going to Hell. It's only about Blaine TRYING (I'm not even saying he's going to succeed) to get Kurt to believe.
And personally, I'm quite offended by how everyone reacted. I knew I'd be getting angry reviews, but seriously guys grow up. I'm sure there are stories on here about the religious issues touched upon in the Grilled Cheesus episode. What makes this one any different?
Religious tolerance is going to come out of it through means that I'm not going to reveil (if you saw it in my first thing, then you know). You all jumped to hasty conclusions, lost your tempers, and were immediately offended. It's very saddening because I always thought people on here very pretty open minded and would be able to handle a story like this, but I guess not. People always yell at Christians for not being open minded (like Blaine is being in the story), yet when I depict someone who is like that, everyone gets upset. I guess I'm just disappointed. I guess the only thing I can say is, if you don't like it, don't read it. That sounds harsh and really is out of my character, but I don't know what else to say. I hope people do stick around and see where this is going, but you don't have to.
"Thanks for picking me up Blaine," Kurt said as he climbed into my car. He saw the cross that I always have hanging from my mirror, for traveling blessings, and rolled his eyes, the same way he rolls his eyes when I listen to Relient K. "Are you excited for your first day at McKinley?"
"Of course I am," I said cheerfully. I was very very excited for a new school, even though I was going to miss the Warblers. The end of last year sucked without Kurt being around. This is the best set up.
"Do you know what you're singing for your glee audition?" he asked, staring at me with those crystal blue eyes, that I could always sense something in. I couldn't tell if it was adoration for me, or for my hair, but I hoped it was for my personality.
"Yea. I'm singing Hanging by a Moment by Lifehouse. Sheet music is in my bag," I said, figuring he might not know it by the name. He flipped around and grabbed my bag from the back seat, pulling it open and finding the sheet music.
"Oh, this song! I love this song," Kurt said, grinning as he read over the music. "This song is so romantic."
"Thanks," I said, not sure what to say to that. Ever since we used the 'l word' (not lesbian) at the end of the school year last year, things seemed to be on hyper drive. Our relationship grew so much over the summer; it felt like we were never going to be apart. "Kurt, um, I know this is early, but I wanted to ask you about this now, so you can ask your dad and he can have time to think about it."
"Hmm?" he asked, flipping through my sheet music binder, looking at my other music.
"My parents are going away for the weekend, but they don't want me staying home alone, so they were wondering if you'd stay over for the weekend," I asked. Kurt's face lit up like a bulb.
"I'd love to! I just have to get my dad's ok… I'm sure he'll be fine with it," Kurt said optimistically. I smiled, knowing that Burt wouldn't be very ok with it, but Kurt would definitely try.
"Uh, do I turn here?" I asked, making sure I wouldn't get lost on the first day of school. Kurt nodded, leaning his head back against the head rest. I found the school, and we both got out of my car, ready to face senior year, both of us with goals in mind. Kurt handed me my messenger bag when I held the door open for him.
"I'll see you later," he said, planting a kiss on my cheek and running off with Mercedes and Sam. I walked into McKinley on my own, not bothered by it since I had more than enough confidence to be on my own, and found out where my home room was. I sighed with relief when I saw that Mr. Schuster was my home room teacher.
"Hello there Blaine," he said, handing me my schedule. "I'm assuming you're signing up for glee, right?"
"Of course Mr. Schuster. Already have my music picked out," I said, looking over my schedule quickly. Global Interactions, Honors Calculus, Honors Physics, Band, French, AP English 2, Advanced Men's Choir. Busy year.
We all sat in our home rooms, anticipation pulsing through the room while we waited to see who had the same classes as us. Of course, Rachel Berry came over to me, wanting to compare schedules.
"It looks like we don't have any classes together," she said sadly, handing me my schedule back. Inner Blaine did a little celebratory dance while I took my schedule back from her.
"Oh darn," I said, trying to sound at least a little disappointed.
"Well, at least I'll see you in glee club! You are auditioning right?" she said, almost threateningly.
"Of course I am," I said back.
"Just don't expect as many solos as you use to get at Dalton Blaine Warbler. Finn and I usually get the solos," she said pompously. I rolled my eyes.
"Yes, I've heard all about that from Kurt," I said. The bell rang right as the words escaped my mouth, redefining the phrase 'saved by the bell'. I grabbed my bag and went on the hunt for my assigned locker and then my first class. I wasn't sure when I was going to see Kurt again, but if anything, we could compare schedules during lunch.
I sighed with relief when I found my locker and started loading the notebooks and folders I brought with me. I heard the locker next to me slam, making me flinch from the reminder of my old school.
"Looks like we'll be seeing a lot more of each other," Karofsky said as he locked the locker he'd just slammed. I sighed heavily. Great. That's the last thing I needed.
"You know Karofsky, you'd better clean your act up this year, because I will feel no sympathy for you if I have to kick your ass," I said, turning on my heels to face him.
"I'm not afraid of you hobbit," he said, stalking off once some of his football playing friends walked by. Of course he'd target my size. I'm not that short, am I?
After wandering the hallways like a lost dog for a few minutes, I finally found period 1, Global Interactions. A grin spread across my face when I saw Kurt sitting in a desk, who instantly flailed his arm around when he saw me. I sat down behind him, having my schedule snatched away the moment he could reach it.
"Let's see," he said. "We have almost every class together! All of them but one!" he said excitedly, handing me my schedule back. "Why did you join band?"
"I love playing the clarinet," I confessed, smoothing out my schedule. "You'll never guess whose locker is next to mine."
"Probably not," he admitted. "Want to just tell me?"
"Your favorite person in the whole world," I said.
"Karofsky? Seriously?" he groaned, but didn't have time to say much else since our turtle like teacher entered the room. Kurt turned back around to face the front, since school is, after all, about learning more than talking to each other, right?
The rest of the day went pretty fast. Nothing of particular interest really happened until it was time for my glee audition, which was easy. Mr. Schuster had already heard me sing before, so he already knew I was welcome into the club when I walked in the door. It was leaving that was bad.
"Hey Homo," Karofsky said with one of his football buddies. They both had those slushie drinks in their hands. I felt Kurt tense up next to me, which made sense because Karofsky use to bully him. I didn't think it was because they were going to pour slushie all over us.
"I warned you," Kurt said in a sing songy voice as we trudged off to the bathroom to get the corn syrupy drink out of our eyes.
"Did you?" I asked, thinking it must've been one of the times that my mind wandered off somewhere. Kurt nodded, handing me a towel out of his bag.
"Luckily, I came prepared," he said, pulling out another one for himself.
"Here, let's just go to your house and get cleaned up. Just sit on the towel when you get in the car," I said, wrapping the fluffy red towel around my shoulders. Happy first day of school Blaine.