It took me a little while to figure out how to start this chapter…I wasn't sure if I wanted Blaine to see Kurt first, or Kurt to see Blaine first. I know it may not seem like a big deal, but it's pretty important to me…for reasons I hope you all come to understand!

"Good morning, sweetheart," Carole said as Kurt took his seat at the kitchen table. Carole had made pancakes this morning, Kurt's favorite. Finn was already wolfing down a plateful of pancakes while Burt was eating his much more civilly.

"Finn, you're disgusting," Kurt said, wrinkling his nose.

"What?" Finn said. "I'm hungry."

"The food's not going to run away from you!" Finn just rolled his eyes and continued stuffing his face. Kurt thanked Carole as she handed him his plate, shooting glares at Finn as the jock chewed with his mouth open.

"You excited for school, boys?" Carole asked as she started cleaning up.

Kurt's heart sank while Finn gave an excited yes. The step-brothers would be starting their senior year at McKinley a week into the fall semester, so Finn planned on trying out for the football team. Kurt, on the other hand, planned on laying low; he didn't want to draw attention from any homophobes too soon.

Finn also had another thing going for him: he already knew someone at school. Having family in Ohio, Finn and Carole had often visited during the summer and over Christmas, and during one visit Finn had met a kid named Noah Puckerman, who liked to go by "Puck." Puck would mostly introduce Finn to his friends, plus he was on the football team. Finn would have no problem fitting into McKinley.

"Do you know the way to McKinley, Kurt?" Burt asked.

"Yeah," Kurt mumbled. "It's right around the corner, and I printed out directions last night just in case."

Burt nodded. "Good."

The rest of breakfast was spent in silence, then Kurt helped Carole clean up before running upstairs to brush his teeth and grab his backpack.

"Are you ready, Finn!" he called as he grabbed his car keys. His father had driven his Navigator down from New York the week before the move, taking a bus back up.

"Yup!" Finn followed Kurt out to the car and climbed into the passenger seat.

"Kurt…you don't seem too excited about starting school."

"Really?" Kurt asked, backing out of the driveway. "What makes you say that?" He had to fight not to roll his eyes.

"You've just been really quiet ever since Mom and Burt told us we were moving."

Kurt sighed. "Sorry, Finn, if I'm not too excited about starting school where everyone is going to hate me."

Finn's eyebrows furrowed. "What makes you think everyone's going to hate you?"

"We are in Ohio, Finn. It's, like, one of the least-accepting states for homosexuals."

"Right…I'm sorry, Kurt," Finn said. "But you know I'll have your back. We're brothers now."

Kurt couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips. "Thanks, Finn. Don't worry, though. I'll be fine."

"Maybe you'll even get lucky and find a new boyfriend!" Finn said excitedly.

Kurt almost shut his eyes in exasperation. Did Finn have short-term memory loss? Kurt had just told him that they were in Ohio. If anyone besides Kurt was gay at McKinley, then they were definitely in the closet.

Kurt and Finn were two of the last to arrive at school. As soon as Kurt parked the car, Finn nearly ran towards a boy with a Mohawk, bumping his fist. That must be Puck. Kurt stood by his Navigator, glancing around the parking lot in disdain. None of the kids here looked twice at him, and no one was wearing designer clothes but him. In New York, all of Kurt's friends wore designer…and Kurt had had a lot of friends.

Suddenly, a roar sounded behind him, causing Kurt to jump. He turned to see a black motorcycle pulling into the spot right next to his Navigator. His jaw nearly dropped when he saw that the boy riding it had another boy behind him, arms around the driver's waist.

The driver wasn't wearing a helmet, so Kurt could see his black hair, which was curly, but not so curly that it was unruly. His hazel eyes were focused on kicking down the kickstand of his bike. Kurt cocked an eyebrow when he saw the boy's ears were pierced, with a cartilage piercing added to his right ear and a small hoop through his left eyebrow. The boy's clothes may not have been designer, but they sure did look good on him-dark, ripped jeans, tight white t-shirt, black leather jacket, and black boots.

The other boy, however, was wearing designer, and Kurt felt a thrill go through him. Maybe this boy was someone he could talk to. This boy had brown hair, gray eyes, and a good-looking face. Not as good-looking as the driver-who Kurt had no problem admitting was drop dead sexy-but cute nonetheless.

The driver didn't seem to notice Kurt as he climbed off his bike and headed towards the doors of McKinley, leaving the other boy behind, who looked slightly crestfallen. Kurt felt a little confused…he had assumed the two boys were boyfriends…but it seemed like they were just carpooling. For sure, though-this boy had a crush on the driver. He smiled when the brown-haired boy turned to him, who gave a small smile in return.

"Hey," the boy murmured before following after the driver.

Kurt took a deep breath. He might as well go into the school, too. He didn't need to be late on his first day.

…

"Blaine!"

Blaine didn't stop at the sound of Sebastian's voice. He actually sped up. His cigarettes were in his locker, and he really needed something to help him relax this morning. Roger had shouted at him for his newest failed grade, threatened to take away his bike, cut his curfew and allowance, blah blah blah. Unfortunately, Blaine couldn't open his locker fast enough-Sebastian caught up to him just as he'd dialed the second number.

"Thank you for the ride," Sebastian said, leaning against the locker beside Blaine's.

"I give you a ride every day, Sebastian," Blaine said, sticking a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. "This morning wasn't anything new."

"I know," Sebastian said, trying-unsuccessfully-to subtly scoot closer to Blaine. "I just really appreciate it," he added, running a finger down Blaine's arm.

Blaine jerked away, pulling the cigarette from his mouth and blowing out the smoke. "Okay-Sebastian? Stop. You need to quit following me around at school like a lost puppy. You're not my boyfriend-you're someone I fuck when no one else is available. Keep it up, and you can take the fucking bus to school."

Sebastian snatched his hand away. "I…I…okay."

Blaine dropped the cigarette and toed it out. He slung his backpack back up over his shoulder and headed to homeroom, leaving Sebastian without a good bye.

…

Kurt's first class was chemistry, and the first person he saw was the boy from the parking lot-the brown-haired one. He was sitting with a chubby boy with darker hair and green eyes. There was an empty seat at their table, so Kurt took a deep breath and walked towards them.

"Does anyone sit here?" he asked.

The two boys looked up. The brown-haired boy's eyes lit up with recognition.

"You're the boy I saw in the parking lot," he said, gesturing for Kurt to sit.

"Yeah, that was me. My name's Kurt. Kurt Hummel," Kurt said.

"I'm Sebastian Smythe, and this is my friend Trent Nixon."

"Hi," the chubby boy said. "It's nice to meet you."

Before Kurt could say anything else, the teacher, Mr. Gale, started class. He took attendance before explain the lab they would be doing today and handed out the papers. The class worked in groups of two and three, and Sebastian and Trent happily accepted Kurt into their group.

"So, you're new," Trent said to Kurt as they started the lab.

"Way to state the obvious, Trent," Sebastian said, rolling his eyes.

Kurt smiled. "Yeah, I'm new."

"Where are you from?" Sebastian asked. "It must have been pretty bad for you to move to Lima, Ohio."

"Actually," Kurt said, his smile fading, "I moved here from New York City."

Trent latched onto Kurt's arm as Sebastian's jaw dropped. "New York?" Trent gasped. "The New York? Like, Broadway New York?"

"Why did you leave?" Sebastian added.

"My dad remarried, and all of Carole's family lives here. It's just me and my dad in our family, so Dad decided we'd move here."

"I am so sorry," Trent said, placing a hand over his heart.

Kurt chuckled. "Thanks."

They spent the rest of the class finishing their lab while Kurt told stories about his life in New York. Trent and Sebastian hung on to every word, especially Trent. He was looking at Kurt like he was famous, and Kurt couldn't help but grin.

Maybe McKinley wasn't so bad after all.

After class, Kurt followed Trent and Sebastian out of the classroom.

"So…do you guys want to hang out after school today?" he asked.

"Well, we have Glee club, but you can come with us if you want," Sebastian said.

"I don't think that's such a good idea," Trent said slowly.

Kurt's heart sunk. Oh, God, they don't like me! he thought. But then Trent spoke again.

"Rachel might kill him. Or try to steal him from us. Or marry him!"

Sebastian laughed as Kurt said, "Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't marry her. I like boys."

"Us, too!" Trent said.

Kurt grinned. He just knew Trent was gay-it was pretty obvious. But he had only assumed it of Sebastian when he saw him on the back of the motorcycle driver's bike. Straight boys didn't tend to ride on the back of other boy's motorcycles.

"So you'll come with us?" Sebastian said. "You could even join! We're always looking for new members."

"Especially after Sam moved and Lauren quit. We only have eleven members, and we need twelve," Trent added. "Can you sing, Kurt?"

Kurt cocked an eyebrow. "Can I sing? Wait till you hear me later."

Trent sighed, but he was smiling. "Hm, a diva. Rachel's gonna love you even more."

Kurt laughed. "Well, I've got to get to gym class," he said, blanching.

"You have gym now?" Sebastian said.

"Yeah," Kurt said, furrowing his eyebrows. "Why?"

"No reason," Sebastian said, waving his hand.

"Um…okay," Kurt said. "So…where is Glee held?"

"What's your last class?" Trent asked. "I'll pick you up and walk you to the choir room."

"Oh, thanks," Kurt said. "I have math last."

"'Kay, see ya," Trent said cheerfully and waved good bye.

"Bye," Kurt said. "Wait, where's the gym!"

…

Blaine took a drag on his cigarette as he headed for the gym, blowing the smoke in a freshman's face. The boy turned to glare at him, but his anger turned to fear when he saw Blaine. Blaine cocked an eyebrow at him, daring him to say something. The boy just squeaked and rushed off to his next class. Rolling his eyes, Blaine took another drag.

The locker room was already crowded with boys by the time Blaine walked in. He fought the urge to roll his eyes again as almost all of them tried to hide from him. As if he would look at any of them. None of these sweaty, smelly guys were his type. He preferred them lithe, with only slight muscle definition.

Like the boy who was standing with his back to him.

Even the back of this boy looked good. His clothes were practically painted on, leaving nothing to the imagination, and they were the same types of clothes Sebastian wore. His skin was pale-not sickly pale…more like a porcelain doll. The skin was flawless, and Blaine felt the sudden urge to mark it. Blaine smirked as the boy pulled the gym shirt over his head, following the hem's journey as it stopped right above the boy's ass. And what a nice ass it was.

Blaine started as two boys started laughing loudly, and the boy's head turned towards the noise. Blaine's eyes widened when he saw the boy's face.

He looked exactly like his mother.

The boy had brown hair, perfectly coifed, and eyes that looked like marbles. Eyes that were, for now, green, but Blaine had a feeling they didn't stay that color all the time. The boy was beautiful, with shell pink lips and elven features. Blaine watched as he turned his nose up at the raucous boys and grabbed his gym shorts. Blaine leaned back against the wall to watch this boy change, admiring the view.

"Checking out the newest fag, Anderson?"

Blaine swung his eyes towards the voice. "Fuck off, Karofsky," he said lazily.

"Don't you have a boyfriend? You shouldn't be leering," Karofsky taunted.

Blaine stared hard at the jock. "Neither of that is any of your fucking business. Now if you know what's good for you, you'll go lift those weights that you think are making you look good."

Karofsky stalked away, and Blaine quickly changed into his gym uniform, his eyes following the glasz-eyed boy's every move. He was beginning to think he had found his new Sebastian.

After stuffing his clothes in his locker, the boy turned, giving Blaine his first view of his entire face. Blaine stepped back. The boy look so much like Blaine's mother it wasn't funny.

Blaine hated this boy.

Blaine darted out of the locker room and into the gym. He didn't feel like lifting weights today, so he started running laps around the gym, hoping to clear his head. He wasn't paying attention, though, and ended running into someone, knocking both of them to the ground.

"Watch it," the person snapped.

Blaine opened his mouth to growl a retort, but the insult died on his tongue when he saw it was the green-eyed boy. He got up and turned away from him, unable to look at him without thinking about his mother.

"Wait."

Ignoring the high-pitched voice, Blaine kept walking. He was done running laps, and he planned on spending the rest of gym in the weight room, even if he didn't feel like lifting. Anything to get away from the other boy. But he hadn't counted on him following him.

"Hey," the boy said, grabbing Blaine's arm.

Blaine yanked his arm out of the boy's grip. "What do you want?" he snarled.

The boy's hardened, turning a dark gray. "I was only going to give this back to you." He held his hand out, palm up.

On his hand was the ring Blaine kept with him at all times-his mother's engagement ring. The only thing he had of her. He never went anywhere without that ring-it must have fallen out of his pocket when he ran into the boy. Blaine snatched it out of his hand, shoving it back into his pocket.

"You should put it on a chain," the boy said. "That way you don't lose it again."

"Um," Blaine mumbled. He stared into the boy's eyes for a few more seconds before heading back to the weight room. He was relieved the boy didn't try to stop him this time.

…

Trent was already waiting for Kurt outside his classroom.

"Ready to sing?" Trent asked, grinning.

Kurt couldn't help but smile back. "I'm always ready to sing. It's my dream to actually be on Broadway, not just watch it."

"I am so jealous," Trent moaned. "I want to see a show on Broadway so freaking bad!"

Kurt laughed, but the sound died on his lips when he and Trent rounded the corner.

The boy from Kurt's gym class-the same boy who owned the motorcycle-had Sebastian pressed up against a wall, his mouth on Sebastian's neck. He must have been doing something right, judging by the moans pouring out of Sebastian's lips.

"God, Blaine."

Blaine. So that was the boy's name. Kurt cocked his head-the name suited the boy somehow. And he had been right-Blaine was Sebastian's boyfriend. They must have had a fight or something on their way to school that morning.

Blaine thrust his hips against Sebastian's, causing the taller boy's eyes to fly open, and as a result, spotting Kurt and Trent standing awkwardly.

Sebastian pushed Blaine off of him, who growled and tried pull Sebastian's mouth down to his.

"No, Blaine," he said. He pointed over Blaine's shoulder.

Blaine turned, and Kurt saw his eyes first widen at the sight of Kurt, then darken to an almost black color. He stared at Kurt for a few more minutes before abruptly walking away.

"So he is your boyfriend," Kurt said slyly, walking up to Sebastian.

Trent snorted, and Sebastian shot a glare at him.

"Blaine and I aren't dating," Sebastian said. "We're…"

"Friends with benefits?" Trent answered in an innocent voice. To Kurt he added, "Blaine has many of those."

"Oh, shut up, Trent," Sebastian snapped.

"Why don't we just get to the choir room?" Kurt said as Trent opened his mouth to retaliate.

"Good idea," Sebastian said, a forced smile on his face. Kurt cocked his head, but decided to leave it alone-for now.

When the three of them reached the choir room, a girl with long brown hair practically flew at Kurt.

"OhmygodyoumustbeKurt," she said.

"And you must be Rachel," he said, cocking an eyebrow.

"Trent told me you used to live in New York," she said excitedly.

"Let the boy breathe, Rachel," Sebastian said, leading her back to her chair. Rachel kept looking at Kurt over her shoulder.

"Mr. Schue," Trent said to the teacher sitting on a stool by the piano, "we have a new member!"

Mr. Schue grinned. "Oh, great! Do you have a song ready…"

"Kurt," Kurt finished. "And, yes, I do."

Kurt waited until Trent had taken a seat before starting his song.

Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by the rules
Of someone else's game

Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It's time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes: and leap!

It's time to try defying gravity
I think I'll try defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye I am defying gravity
And you won't bring me down!

I'm through accepting limits
'cause someone says they're so
Some things I cannot change
But till I try, I'll never know!

Too long I've been afraid of
Losing love I guess I've lost
Well, if that's love
It comes at much too high a cost!

I'd sooner buy defying gravity!
Kiss me goodbye I'm defying gravity
I think I'll try defying gravity
And you won't bring me down!

I'd sooner buy defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye I'm defying gravity
I think I'll try defying gravity
And you won't bring me down!
bring me down!
ohh ohhh ohhhh!

When Kurt finished the song, he almost burst into laughter at the looks on every face in the room.

"Are you single?" Trent asked.

"Yes," Kurt answered slowly.

"Will you marry me?"

Kurt laughed. "Well, I'm planning on marrying Taylor Lautner. But if that doesn't work out you're definitely my second choice."

"Alright!"

Rachel snapped her mouth shut and bounded up to Kurt. "Kurt, I have two gay dads, which means I have excellent gaydar. You singing 'Defying Gravity' just confirmed it."

"Hey, Rachel," Sebastian said before Kurt could say anything. "Kurt's been to Broadway."

"You have?" she squealed, beaming up at Kurt. "What plays have you seen? Is it as amazing as I imagine? You have to tell me all about it!"

"Another time," Mr. Schue said as a stunned Kurt tried to keep up with all the questions being thrown at him. "We have to start rehearsal. Kurt, welcome to the New Directions."

…

Blaine glanced down at his watch.

4:56

Sebastian had four minutes to get his ass outside or Blaine was leaving him here to find a new ride home. The only reason Blaine even drove the other boy to and from school was because it made it easier to get Sebastian to Blaine's house and into his bed.

Blaine crossed his arms as he leaned against his motorcycle. He glanced up at the tall boy who was awkwardly standing by the Navigator parked next to Blaine's motorcycle. There was a mixed look of confusion and worry on his face, and Blaine assumed he was waiting for someone who should have shown up when school ended.

"Finally!" the tall boy suddenly, muttered, and Blaine turned to the school's entrance.

The first person Blaine saw was Sebastian, who was walking purposefully towards him. But right behind him, with that annoying fatass, Trent Nixon, on his arm, was the boy who looked like Blaine's mother.

"Kurt, there you are!" the tall ball exclaimed. "Where have you been?"

Kurt. So that was his name. Blaine narrowed his eyes at Kurt as Sebastian sidled up next to him.

"I texted you, Finn!" Kurt said, sounding annoyed. "I told you I was trying out for Glee club!"

Blaine froze. So that was Kurt he had heard singing. Blaine had had to pass the choir room on his way out of the school, and he had heard a beautiful voice singing a song about defying gravity. He had thought nothing of it. But now Kurt not only looked like Blaine's mother, but did he have to fucking sound like her, too?

"Let's go," Blaine snarled at Sebastian, swinging a leg over his motorcycle.

Sebastian looked over to Kurt. "Um, Kurt wanted-"

"Get on the fucking bike, Sebastian, or I'll go find someone else to fuck tonight!"

Sebastian didn't hesitate to climb on the back of Blaine's bike and wrap his arms around his waist. Blaine could feel the other three boys' eyes on him, but he really didn't give a fuck. He really needed to get away from Kurt, and the memories he was starting to dig up.

Blaine practically sped to his house. He needed to forget. He needed to stop seeing his mother. He needed to stop reliving it over and over and over and over…he needed to stop feeling.

After parking his motorcycle, Blaine practically dragged Sebastian into his house. He didn't even wait until they got to his bedroom. He needed to stop feeling, and he needed to stop feeling now. Sebastian was good for that-Blaine felt nothing for him, and if he could just focus on him, then everything would just go away.

"Blaine-" Sebastian started, but Blaine cut him off.

Blaine slammed Sebastian against the front door and smashed their mouths together. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, and he bit down a little too hard on Sebastian's lower lip, judging by the whimper that came from the taller boy. But Blaine didn't care. Sebastian tried to push Blaine's face away, probably to tell Blaine to be gentle, but Blaine didn't want to be gentle. He clamped his fingers around Sebastian's wrists and pulled them over Sebastian's head. He heard Sebastian whimper again as Blaine bit down-hard-on his shoulder, sucking harshly.

This was the roughest Blaine had ever been with Sebastian, but he didn't care.

Because he was forgetting.

…

Well…Blaine isn't as dapper as we all thought ;)

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