okay, here's chapter 2. Please be patient with me, people lol I'm just getting the hang of this. Glee obviously doesn't belong to me. I'm just terribly fond of the characters..especially Blaine :P

As Blaine popped open the can of Dr. Pepper , he contemplated how much he disliked the thought of going home that afternoon. His mother had announced at breakfast that she'd just ironed his only button-down shirt because they were going to have dinner with his grandparents that night. Blaine was positive that his grandmother, who was an extremely critical and suspicious woman, would find some fault in him, regardless of his apparel. That was why he was currently stalling near the soda machine in the hallway outside of his last period class.
Two cheerleaders brushed past; one, a Latina, just happened to slap Blaine on the butt as she passed, causing him to spill his soda on his new black Creepers.
Cursing, Blaine glanced down, only to hear someone wail in a high-pitched voice, "Oh what the hell?!"
That was when he realized that his shoes weren't the only things he'd spilled his soda on. Glancing up, he came into contact with a very agonized-looking boy in tight red pants and a matching t-shirt with the word Cheerio stamped on the front.
Blaine raised his eyebrows. The boy's eyes, though widened in distress and horror at the sight of the brown stain on his uniform, were a mesmerizing bluish green; the color of a swimming pool. And he had pretty lips too, Blaine couldn't help but notice.
"I'm sorry about that.. Those girls were running and-" Blaine almost stuttered, extending his hand, though he didn't know why. It wasn't as if he could wipe off the stain on the boy's shirt when he was frantically rubbing at it, only making it spread.
"Coach Sylvester is going to kill me," the boy muttered, seeming to not have heard Blaine at all.
"I'm really sorry," Blaine said again, finding himself rooted to the floor as he checked the boy out.
It was then that the boy raised his head, meeting Blaine's stare for the first time.
"Couldn't you have opened that somewhere else?" he demanded irritably.
Blaine bit down on his bottom lip to keep from laughing. "Like where?" he asked with genuine confusion in his tone.
The boy blinked, seeming to get even more indignant. "How about somewhere you can't bump into people? Like outside, jackass!"
Blaine's eyes widened and he couldn't stop the next words that flowed out of his mouth, mirroring the other boy's irritation. "Hey, hold on a minute, Prissy Pants, those cheerleaders bumped into me, which caused a few drops to spill on your precious uniform so it doesn't make sense for you to get hot and bothered about something that wasn't even my fault."
The boy raised his eyebrows in obvious surprise but then clutched the hem of his shirt and exclaimed loudly, "This is more than just 'a few drops'!"
"Oh grow up!" Blaine sighed exasperatedly. For all his cuteness, this boy was undoubtedly a piece of work, he could already tell. And as if to confirm this observation, Blaine heard the boy shout "Clumsy childish low-life!" as he turned towards the exit double doors.
"Drama queen," Blaine muttered under his breath as the sunshine practically blinded him.

"Blaine?" Blaine's grandfather reached across his grandmother's elegantly set dinner table and squeezed his arm fondly. "How's it going at your new school?"
Blaine smiled, pleased that at least somebody in his family didn't think he was a complete screw-up. "It's fine, Granddad, but I just started so we'll see."
His grandfather laughed, being a lot more easy-going than Blaine's father. "Well, it must be saving your parents a couple hundred bucks, huh? That's always good. I always thought that private school you were attending was beyond ridiculous when it came to tuition and those uniforms.." His grandfather made a disgusted noise at the back of his throat. "Yech!"
Blaine grinned. "I sort of liked the uniforms back then, but I have to admit, it feels a lot more liberating being out of them."
Before Blaine's grandfather, Tom, could make a joke to lighten the mood around the diner table that had somehow darkened at the mention of Blaine's transfer, Blaine's grandmother, Lucy, spoke up in a condescending tone, "Liberating? From what I remember, you didn't need to change out of uniform to take part in a number of 'liberating' things."
The grey-haired woman raised her perfectly trimmed eyebrow. "Isn't that right?" Her muddy brown eyes glanced tauntingly from Blaine to his parents who sat with matching embarrassed expressions on their faces. Blaine started to feel guilty seeing how his mother tapped her fork nervously against the side of her plate. But all he felt towards his grandmother was equal parts disappointment and shame.
"I saw Ana Duncan at Macy's last Saturday," Lucy Anderson continued in a flippant tone, raising her wine glass to her pursed lips. "She was positively glowing! It turns out Brien won the MVP award at the show choir Sectionals competition."
Blaine felt something stir in his chest. It might have been embarrassment or envy but he wasn't sure. He and Brien had never been close because Brien was a freshman. Only a short time ago, Blaine had been the youngest member of the Dalton Academy Warblers to win an MVP. Now he was upstaged by a freshman. It seemed like the humiliation just kept piling up..

As soon as his bedroom door closed behind him, Blaine ripped off the stupid powder blue button down shirt his mother had forced him to wear. The drive home from his grandparents' had been tense, to say the least. His mother had tried to soothe him by saying his Grandma Lucy didn't mean to sound condescending, that she was just having a difficult time accepting Blaine's expulsion from private school. Blaine, however, didn't want to hear any of her excuses because a part of him thought his grandmother's disapproval was warranted, which made it even more unbearable.
Exhaling loudly, he turned on the stereo, collapsing on his bed.
The opening steady beats of "Amy" by Green Day filled the space with a mellow feeling that Blaine welcomed. It was true that the lyrics and tune were a tad melancholy, but at the moment he appreciated it greatly.
Closing his eyes, Blaine concentrated on delving into the sound of the music playing.

"Amy, don't you go.
I want you around..
Singing whoa, please don't go,
Do you want to be a friend of mine?

Did you tattoo a lucky charm
To keep you out of harm's way?
Warding off all evil signs
But never really kept you safe.."

Blaine rubbed at his eyes with one hand, staring up at the fan hanging from the ceiling. It was whirring like a helicopter, but for some reason, he felt incredibly warm, almost to the point of being uncomfortable. And the bed he was lying on was much to soft for his liking. The mattress was covered with a dark red coverlet and sunk beneath him.
"Hey, are you okay, dude?"
Blaine turned his head and saw Sebastian perched on the edge of the bed, staring at him closely.
Blaine sighed. "Yeah, I'm just...warm. It's really hot in here; I feel like I'm sweating." He wiped his fingers over his forehead but there was no perspiration on them. "Weird.." he mumbled.
Sebastian chuckled, laying his hand on Blaine's chest. "Relax. That's how it's supposed to feel. The first time is a real shock but then you start to feel calmer."
Blaine swallowed.
They didn't know each other very well. Blaine was still a little nervous but didn't want to sound like a wimp, especially considering that his friends had bought drugs from Sebastian before.
Blaine closed his eyes. For some reason, the lighting in the room was incredibly bright all of a sudden. Sebastian's hand moved across his chest in a slow rubbing motion that helped Blaine's nerves when he started to feel light-headed. Sebastian leaned closer until the sleeve of his sweater brushed against Blaine's cheek.
"Starting to feel better?" he asked in a low, almost guttural voice.
Blaine nodded, even though he wasn't sure.
Sebastian brushed a hand across his forehead. "Your eyelashes are pretty, Blaine," he said. "For a boy, they're very pretty."
Blaine rolled his eyes but before he could make a snarcky comment, Sebastian kissed him on the lips.

Blaine startled awake, only realizing that he'd fallen asleep when his awkward jolt caused the science book on his bed to tumble to the floor.
He rolled off the bed and went to turn off the stereo. Then he flung himself back on the bed with a frustrated grumble and pulled out the science worksheets under the blue coverlet that he was supposed to complete. The next few hours were spent answering questions about The Greenhouse Effect.
That night Blaine avoided sleep by listening to rock ballads soaked in angst, while straining his tired mind, trying to invent the best lyrics to fit the notes bouncing around in his head. He couldn't play his guitar because his parents were asleep but he was too afraid that he would have another crappy dream. When morning arrived with an unexpected curtain of rain tumbling down outside his window, Blaine found that even though his body ached with exhaustion, he couldn't wait to get busy in some way.

Round silver drops hit the windows of the Scion as Blaine lounged in the backseat with his guitar on his lap and one of the side windows partially rolled down, letting the cool rain spray his face occasionally. The song was getting better. The bridge was beginning to sound more intriguing and less like the soft melody he'd used for the intro. He began to sing quietly to himself.

"There are two empty seats
On the train heading east.
I wish one was occupied
By your quirky smile and maple eyes.
But maybe it's time I stopped acting
Like a kid, feeling all these things..

Maybe if this was still 2008
And there were no disapproving
Shadows on your face,
I could believe that what we
Had was genuine but
I've come to find, babe, that
The words you pressed against
My red-scarred neck
Were made of snow
And glass and meaningless
After school promises.

I-"

Blaine's singing was cut short by a persistent tapping noise echoing nearby.
"Hello?"
He raised his head to see a girl peering through the crack where part of the passenger side window was rolled down. She had coffee brown eyes and a Barbra Straisand type nose.
"Hey, you!" she said, cupping her hands on the blurry glass. "What's your name?"
Blaine raised himself up higher. "Blaine. What's yours?"
"Rachel Barry," the girl replied. "I'm in glee club. You sound really nice."
Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Glee club? Great."
Of course he knew McKinley had a glee club. The New Directions had competed against the Warblers last year. From what Blaine remembered, they had won Sectionals but lost at Nationals.
"Umm.. thanks," Blaine answered awkwardly. He really didn't want to get out of the car but she was staring at him like she expected him to. And as much as life irritated him at the moment, Blaine never felt comfortable being rude to girls, especially when they were standing in an icy downpour. So with a groan, Blaine set his guitar down on the backseat and climbed over the console to the front of the car.
Rachel stepped back as he slid out the passenger side door.
"Are you a new transfer?"
"Yeah, I'm a junior."
Rachel chewed her lip for a second, as if mulling over her next words. "You look sort of familiar," she said slowly, her eyes scaling up and down Blaine's form. "What school did you go to before?"
Blaine held back a sigh. "Dalton."
Rachel's eyes almost popped out of her head. "You weren't with the Warblers, were you?"
Blaine shrugged, trying to look and sound nonchalant as he replied, "For a short awhile. I mostly stood in the back. though.. never got any solos so you don't have to worry about me coming here and trying to take over your glee club." He gave her a wink to calm her nerves.
Rachel pursed her lips, looking slightly embarrassed. "Actually, we are looking for new members. You could audition."
Blaine forced a smile. "Thanks, but I'm not interested. Been there, done that, you know?"
He turned to get his book bag from the passenger seat.
He expected Rachel to say goodbye and leave but when he turned back around, she was still standing there with her eyebrows furrowed and mouth set in a determined line.
"Look," she said. "My teammates seem to think I'm too self-absorbed to go out and find new members and perhaps that would've been true last year, but even I'm aware now that we need new talent in order to compete. So would you please consider coming to choir room during lunch?"
Blaine sighed, realizing that this girl was particularly difficult to get rid of. "So you want me to join just to prove to your friends that you're not a selfish person?"
His tone was heavy with criticism, which made Rachel's voice rise as she spoke.
"No," she replied indignantly. "I'm asking you to audition simply because your voice is relatively decent."
She folded her arms over her chest and scowled at the ground. "But the choice is yours. Honestly, I don't care either way."
Blaine fought back a chuckle, knowing she was lying.
"Okay, Rachel," he said as smoothly as he could. "No offense to you or your glee club, but I'm done with that part of my life. The Warblers were great and I had fun and all but some not so great stuff happened while I was competing with them and I'm just getting over it so.. Sorry. I can't help you."
He brushed past her gently as the rain picked up and started walking towards the school.
"Wait!"
Blaine groaned as he heard Rachel call out behind him. Did this girl ever quit?
He didn't slow down, though, because one glance at his watch told him that the first bell was about to ring.
"Why don't you have lunch with me and my friend, Kurt?" Rachel inquired breathlessly as she jogged up the steps beside him leading up to the front doors. "You can see for yourself how totally nonjudgmental and easy-going we are."
Blaine smiled. Her persistence was kind of sweet in a slightly annoying, childish way. "I can't. I'm already eating lunch with someone."
"Who?"
"Her name's Quinn."
"Quinn Fabray?" Rachel sounded stunned. "The former cheerleader turned skank Quinn Fabray?"
Blaine stopped and gave her a hard look. "Wow. And I thought you Glee people were 'nonjudgmental'."
Rachel shook her head quickly. "No, that's what they call themselves. Quinn's new friends; they call themselves The Skanks. Ask anyone."
Blaine didn't really have a response to this so he turned and hurried into the building, leaving Rachel still trying to convince him to wait.