Chapter 2- Discovering Glee Club

A/N: I know, still a short chapter. But this is my first fic and like I said, starting a story is hard for me. Anyway, please review. Every review helps! If we get 2 reviews, I'll get Chapter 3 up by tomorrow.

Disclaimer: I do not own Blaine Anderson or anything associatedwith Glee. If I did the show would still be on.

As I walked up to Lima North Middle School on the first day of my last year I felt an obligation to make my mark. I know it's a total cliche, but I wanted to make a difference. I just didn't know how. These were the thoughts on my mind as I walked up to the big bulletin board which showed off brightly color flyers advertising open positions in different clubs.

Dungeons and Dragons club? Pass. Sewing Club? A big fat no. Glee club? I thought about it. Music has always been and always will be something I love to do. My dad didn't approve so I never was able to practice at home often enough. The thought of doing something bad actually made it sound more appealing. So I picked up the pen are started to write my name. Then a big ball of energy known as Garret Smith aka my best friend stopped me right as I wrote Anderson.

"BLAINE! What do you think you are doing?" Garret yelled. "Are you singing up for HomoExplosion? That's social suicide!"

Here is the thing about Garret. He thinks he is cool. But the key word in that sentence is *thinks*. We were both pretty far down on the food chain of popularity. If we were in the ocean we would be those single-celled organisms you can only see under a microscope. Between my bow tie/hair gel addiction and his offensive, sexist comments he didn't realize he was making, people looked down on us.

"Okay, three things Garret. Number one, nice to see you too! Did you have a good summer? Thanks for asking me about mine. Number two, remember when we talked about rude comments? HomoExplosion probably falls into that category. And third of all, its not like we have anything to lose anyway, so why not sign up for Glee Club?"

"There's the Blaine I know and love! But seriously dude you can't sign up for Glee Club. It will just give them another reason to tease you". Speak of the devil. Right as he said that Charles Mason walked up next to me and shoved me into the nearest locker.

"Welcome back to Lima North, Lame Anderson!" Creative, isn't he. His name really was fitting. An insane name for an insane person. I breathed out a sigh and started walking to the bathroom to asses the damage he did to my ribs. There was light bruising but it was nothing compared to Last year, yet. I think they might know my big secret. But I'm not even sure I know it myself. After a quick check in the mirror Garret continued to ramble on about how it was going to get worse and worse as the year progressed.

"Dude, come on, please don't join Glee Club. It tears me up inside seeing the things they do to you. I know I don't show it very often, but I do care about you", he pleaded with me. I sighed. I hated being teased and shoved. I would do anything to make it stop. So I made up a compromise.

"Ok, I know I don't show it all that much, but this teasing is really getting to me. So, I want you to help me. I have no idea what you are doing, but you seem to get picked on way less than I do. Just- I guess what I'm doing is," I bit my lip and wondered how my life had gotten to this low of a point, "I want you to be my cool teacher. Cool Sensei if you will." He started to get excited and i could almost see his hamster running around in the wheel. "But, no giving up on Glee, that is the one thing I am not willing to give up". The more I thought about, the more excited I got about it. I could sing, and express myself. It would be a guilty pleasure of sorts.

"Fine. Come in Blainey, we are going to make sure you only get minimal injuries this year!" We walked off to class. Garret wasn't me. But I was about to become him.

But a person has to do what a person has to do to stay alive, right?