I've gotten a few messages asking me why Mike Chang is mentioned in the title of this fan fiction. Here's where he starts becoming one of the main characters.

I wish I was allowed to choose three main characters in the description. Spoiler, this story will contain points of view from Mike, Kurt and Blaine. Next chapter should pop up any day now! Review and I'll love you for the rest of my existence.

FAQ-

Q: Why do you hate Blaine so much?

A: I don't! Absolutely don't, one bit. He's one of my favorite characters in the world. I enjoy making people seem like jerks, I guess.

Q: What's with your ruining of Klaine? Do you really dislike it that much?

A: NO! Klaine will be forever. TOGETHER. But I like taking perspectives I don't enjoy, and that includes a Klaineless story.

Q: Do you think Klaine is endgame?

A: I think the only endgame in Glee that I can vouch to is Blainiture. The writers change their minds too much for me to have the slightest clue.

Monday morning, Kurt held his locker open next to the trash can. Slowly, he picked off everything that had to do with He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named. Instant Polaroid pictures of them together at Dalton, cheap mall photo booth prints of kisses behind the black curtains, magazine letters spelling "courage", Blaine's school portrait he had had since the very beginning, and his favorite snap shot, ever. Blaine was sitting on his comforter, legs dangling off the edge. He had a pen in his teeth, and a coiled notebook with study notes scribbled all over it in his lap. The freedom of his curls in his hair, the rumpled uniform jacket on his bone-and-muscle shoulders, his unwashed face showing every flawless flaw made Kurt want him more than anything. As he stood by his locker, a dozen photographs in the garbage, he pondered throwing it away. "Just this one photo," he mumbled to himself, shoving it in the back pocket of his "ex-girlfriend" skinny jeans.

He slammed his locker door shut to see Mercedes face on the other side. "Come on," she said as she waved her hand in the direction of the choir room. "We want to talk to you."

Kurt was met with a number of familiar, concerned looking faces when he walked into glee club. Mr. Shuester was leaning on the piano with his arms crossed in front of him.

"Am I on 'Intervention'?" Kurt gulped slowly.

Mr. Shue chuckled, "Well, I guess it's an intervention of some sorts, seeing we're all here because we care about you-"

Brittany Pierce piped up from painting her nails Nantucket blue in the last row. "Wait, I thought we were here because Kurt got dumped?" Santana Lopez elbowed her in the ribs.

"We care about him, which is why we want him to know that we're here for him during everything, including his first break up." Mr. Shuester emphasized, drawling it out so Brittany was sure to understand. After a slight "Ohhh," from her seat, he turned back to Kurt.

"Look, guys, I know you think you're doing the right thing, but I really don't need any help. I'm Kurt Hummel, and I can handle something as everyday as a break up. I'm not as weak as you guys think I am, you know. I'm totally fine, guys."

"Then why haven't you left the basement in over a week, except to come to school and grab coffee from mom and Burt?" Finn Hudson shot back. Kurt glared at him from the front of the room. Finn just shrugged, like "Hey, you were asking for it."

Rachel quipped from the back, always having something to say. "You haven't sung in Glee club hardly at all, and when Mr. Shue offered to have you pick out a song for Sectionals, you declined. As a fellow unappreciated star in this school," a few of the other students rolled their eyes, but she continued, "I know that the real Kurt would never turn down that opportunity."

"You wore the same thing twice last week. You haven't even tried to match your clothes, either. You can't tell us that's normal," Artie Abrams volunteered.

"You've always been weak and skinny, but you've lost a ton of weight, bro." said Noah Puckerman. "I know we've never really hung out much or anything, but even I can tell you aren't good."

Brittany raised her hand in the back of the risers. "Yes, Brittany?" asked Mr. Shuester, nodding towards her.

"Last week, I asked you if baby leprechauns were born with green top hats, and you said leprechauns weren't real and to leave you alone," Brittany said softly, looking down at her crossed legs. "I always thought you were really nice, Kurt."

Kurt was speechless. As he stood next to the piano facing everyone, his mouth gaping open, Quinn Fabray opened her perfect little lips. "We've all dealt with our fair share of breakups, Kurt. Think of Finn and I, how many times have I gone through this exact same thing?"

"Rachel and I, too. It's as if there's a group of people standing up above us, writing scripts of our lives and forcing us into endless love triangles," called Finn.

"Don't forget, I dated Blaine Warbler, too." Rachel just had to carp. "He dumped me because he didn't even like girls."

Mercedes smiled slightly next to him, "I felt the same when I found out you had another girl back at the beginning of our friendship," she admitted.

"Tina and I," named Artie.

"Sam and I," listed Quinn.

"Santana and I," called Sam Evans.

"Puckerman and I," shot Santana.

"Zizes and I," continued Puck.

Lauren Zizes rolled her eyes, "We never even dated, you dumbass."

"It still hurt, baby," said Puck, flashing his dramatic puppy dog eyes that had never worked to date.

"Tina and I," added Mike Chang. Tina Cohen-Chang blushed at her name being called out twice.

"Holly Holiday and I," finished Mr. Shuester. "Kurt, we can't completely know what you're going through. Every relationship is different. But we can get the gist of what you're feeling. You have to get that just because someone's left your life, not everyone has. We've all had our heartbreaking times, but you're strong, independent, clever, incredible young man. Anyone would be lucky to have you in their life."

Mercedes cut in, "Just because Blaine didn't realize that, it doesn't mean you aren't. It just means Blaine's damn stupid."

Mr. Shuester laughed, "Thanks for the words of wisdom, Mercedes. Now, Kurt, the glee kids have decided that they want to sing you a song, so that you realize that we'll always be here for you."

"You guys really don't have to do that," Kurt insisted, putting his hands up. "This is plenty."

"Oh, come on, Kurt. Just let us do our thing, then you can go back to shriveling away to nothing in your basement," Sam pleaded, interlocking his fingers as if he was a beggar.

Sighing through his nose, he crossed his arms. "Alright. Go ahead," he surrendered, leaning back. The pianist and band started up on a soft beat that he didn't quite recognize. Finn was the first to stand up and sing.

"If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea, I'll sail the world to find you. If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see, I'll be the light to guide you," his voice rang out. He sang softly, as Puck reached for a guitar from under his chair and started strumming. Finn's eyes were closed, but he pointed directly at Kurt when he said "you".

Rachel continued, "Find out what we're made of, what we are called to help our friends in need," the soprano hit each note perfectly and beautifully. The normal intensity of her voice was missing, and her tone was sugary, like honey. She sounded almost like Colbie Caillat. Kurt thought it sounded sincere, even, like maybe this was how she resonated when she really meant something.

The entire choir got out of their chairs and joined into the chorus. "You can count on me like one, two, three. I'll be there and I know when I need it. I can count on you like four, three, two, and you'll be there 'cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah, ooh, ooh." Their choreographed dancing had clearly been put together within the last few hours, but it was sweet nonetheless. Kurt was already starting to feel tears creep into the corners of his eyes.

Quinn was the next to be heard, "If you toss and you turn and you just can't fall asleep, I'll sing a song beside you." He noticed that she watched Sam the entire time she spoke, which made him smile. They were good for each other, in his opinion. The song was supposed to be dedicated to him, but he was starting to wonder who else was secretly singing to their loves. His lips grew wider when he thought about whom was maybe singing to him, and almost laughed out loud at the silly idea.

"And if you ever forget how much you really mean to me, everyday I will remind you," sung out Sam to Mike, standing right next to him. Sam blew his partner an air kiss, and Mike leaned all the way back to pretend to catch it in the palms of his hand. When he did a back flip to reach it, he made a heart in his hands at Sam. Sam grinned, and caught Quinn's eye, making him blush.

"Find out what we're made of, what we are called to help our friends in need," Tina trilled. Kurt had never been particularly fond of her voice, but it was touching that she had a part in the song, when he hardly knew her.

"You can count on me like one, two, three. I'll be there and I know when I need it. I can count on you like four, three, two, and you'll be there 'cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah, ooh, ooh."

"You'll always have my shoulder when you cry," Mercedes lifted up her voice, "I'll never let go, never say goodbye." The notes she hit definitely hadn't been written in Bruno Mars' original "Count On Me", but they sounded brilliant.

"You can count on me like one, two, three. I'll be there and I know when I need it. I can count on you like four, three, two, and you'll be there 'cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah, ooh, ooh."

Puck and Artie harmonized the last line together, "You can count on me 'cause I can count on you."

The song and dance ended, and Mr. Shuester finished his speech. "Kurt, before you head off to your next class, just remember what we've all been saying. Everyone gets dumped at some point in their lives. Don't think of it as everything ending. Think of it as you getting this under your belt, and moving on from that person. We'll always be here for you, because that's what families do. That's what we are here, a family."

Brittany called out from the back eagerly, "Like in Lilo and Stich, 'Ohana means family, family means nobody gets left behind. Or forgotten'." Her face lit up, as if she'd just said the most inspiring thing in her life. Everyone in the bunch smiled, even Kurt.

"That's right, Brittany. In this club, we're a family," Mr. Shuester finished.

Kurt took in everything Mr. Shue and the glee club had spoken. They really did have a point, he had to admit. Nothing was going to come of him sitting at home, hardly eating and dressing like a hot mess. He was the fabulous Kurt Hummel, smart, amazing, sexy, and independent. He was damn well proud of who he was, too. So what if he thought him and Blaine would last forever? If every relationship that had said the same thing did, people would marry their kindergarten sweethearts, and divorce attorneys would be out of a job. Kurt had barely begun his life, and when he got into college, he wouldn't have to run to the first gay kid he saw. There'd be other guys in his life, just like in anyone else's. Hardly anyone ever married their high school boyfriend or girlfriend, and look what happened to those that did. Everyone knew Mr. Shuester's ex-wife, Terri, had turned to be a sociopathic flat out bitch. He accidently let loose a laugh at the mental image of Blaine turning out to be a crazed male version of Terri Shuester.

"Oh, crap. He's going crazy," whispered Puck loudly.

Mercedes squinted her brown eyes at Kurt, "You okay?"

Kurt's face broke out into an enormous grin. "You guys are right. I'm not doing myself any favors, handing the situation like this. I'm done moping and acting like a depressing Spanish soap opera star. I've had my moment, but it's about time I get back in the saddle, hitch back up, and start being myself again. Thanks, you guys. And I honestly mean that."

His step brother smiled, and stood up. "I didn't think it was going to be this easy. I kind of figured we'd have to brain wash you with help from the Soviet Union like they do in Black Ops, or something. But I'm happy you get what we're saying." Finn stepped off the raised floor and awkwardly hugged his step brother. Kurt's face blushed rabidly at the public display of affection, but embraced him back.

It didn't take long for the rest of the group to surround Kurt in an enormous hug, even including Zizes, who he had spoken maybe two words to, Mike, the same, and Santana, who was usually too busy bitching at the world to show any form of endearment. He felt a tear running down his cheek, and giggled as he wiped it away. Happy tears, those were old friends he hadn't seen in a while, he mused in his mind. "I love you guys," he lauded.

Mike patted him on the back, "No problem, man." A bit odd in Kurt's opinion, but then again, he did just sing him a song. Maybe he's just in the Kurt lovin' spirit, he figured.

"I hate to break this up, guys," Mr. Shuester cut in, But we have to get back to writing the song for sectionals. Now, it's been.."

His voice carried off, and before they knew it, class was over. Most of the jocks and girls were out of the door first, Rachel lingering to schedule a private rehearsal or something with the pit, and Artie getting wheeled off by Mercedes once the doorway cleared up. Mr. Shuester and the pianist had headed to their offices. Kurt checked his phone for new messages from Burt or anyone, quickly sending his father a reply about dinner, as a new text popped up on the tiny screen.

New Txt Msg: Wes

Kurt's left eyebrow cocked, "What is Wes Warbler texting me for?" he mumbled under his breath. They'd never really been very close, hardly texting, ever. Anyways, he'd figured in the break up that he would go back to being Blaine's, as if he were a possession forked over in a divorce settlement. "Hey Kurt- U doing A-OK?"

"Yeah..? Why wouldn't I be?" Kurt rapidly typed back on the small slide out keyboard. His answer was vague enough not to imply anything. Almost instantly, his phone buzzed again. "Sry, rong prsn!"

What the hell? It said "Kurt" in the message. Weird, Kurt thought, and then shook it out of his head. There'd be time to over analyze it later. Only then as he was walking to the door did he notice not everyone had left, as he had earlier thought. Mike Chang stood, leaning in the doorway in plaid knee length shorts and a navy striped sweatshirt. Good lord, someone needed to teach the poor boy about matching patterns, and not dressing like a colorblind hillbilly.

"Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?" mike said, running a hand through his thick black hair.

"Of course," Kurt replied, slinging his messenger bag over his shoulder. "What about, may I ask?"

"This might come off as a little weird, or offensive, or stupid, I don't know how you'll take it. But I just wanted to, um, let you know something." Mike looked as tense as he did before he went on stage to lead the show choir's dance in Santana's rendition of Amy Winehouse's "Valerie" last year.

"It takes quite a bit to offend me. You kind of develop a thick skin, being the only openly…" Kurt stopped himself, and silently decided to just drop it. "You were saying?"

"Let's walk and talk. Our lockers are almost right next to each other, same wall and everything," added Mike quickly before he started. "Here it goes. I wanted to tell you, I get what you're going through with that Blaine guy. I know the Shue said all relationships were different and unique and everything, but ours are actually pretty close. We both sought after someone who had personalities and traits identical to ours. You, someone who was gay, musically gifted, and sensitive. Me, Asian, different from your average high schooler, and pretty laid back. We both got them, cool as hell. Then one night, out of the blue, they take us over and dump us flat on your ass. It was our first relationship, and our entire worlds shattered. Tina and I, that was everything I lived for. And when it was over, I was completely and absolutely miserable. I couldn't dance, I couldn't laugh, I didn't want to be near anyone. Call me a stupid dramatic teenager, but it's true. People forget that while our feelings might be young and overrated sometimes, our emotions are just as real as they will be when we grow up. My split with Tina happened over the course of the summer, and three days later, my church sent me off on a fourteen day mission trip. I really didn't have anyone to talk to about it, unlike you. Thing is though, even if I had had the combination of Internet, mobile service and people I knew well around me…I doubt if I would have handled the situation any differently. Talking to someone else about it just didn't appeal to me. I'm not the most open person in the world." They reached their lockers, but Mike kept his voice soft and rested against the locker next to Kurt's. "Truthfully, and you can't tell anyone this, but this is, like, the first time I've ever been open like, ever, I suppose. Including being with Tina. For a girl, she didn't ever want to talk much. But enough about me."

Kurt had to cut in. "Mike, don't get me wrong. I've enjoyed talking to you, and I completely understand what you're saying. I really do. But, why are you telling me this?"

"Cause, I think we're the only two kids in glee club that have the same situation. First loves that walked out on us, and no alternating teenager to take their place like everyone else. We both need a boost of confidence, and a buddy to lean on. We could be each other's support system, you know? I just want you to know that if you ever need anyone to talk to, or want to hang out, just shoot me a text. If you don't have my number, go ahead and ask Mercedes. Oh, and if you're going to repeat this conversation to anyone, how about we leave out the little speech of mine, please?"

"Of course not. No problem," Kurt said automatically, grabbing his text books for Spanish and slamming the door so that it shut tight. "You know, Mike Chang? I'm kind of surprised it took us this long to talk. We see each other every day, and it seems to me that we're more alike that a lot of people."

"Yeah, it's kind of weird, isn't it?" Mike chuckled, "Well, see you, Kurt." He started to walk off to his class, but stopped a second later. "One last thing, just so you don't get the wrong idea. I'm serious about being friends, but I'm not trying to come onto you or anything. I have no interest in getting in your pants. I mean, I'm sure you'd be an awesome boyfriend and everything. Wait, that came out wrong. I mean, I'm not gay or anything."

"No worries. I'm not the kind of guy who would rebound on the first guy who talked to me. You're not my type anyways. I'm more into the short, bad dancing kind of guys who can sing and wear school uniforms to parties. No offense."

Mike nodded his head feverently, "None taken, bro. Text me to hang out sometime?"

"Will do." As Kurt set in the direction of his next class, he smiled while he slid his hand in his back pocket. His palm rubbed against photograph paper. To think, just a bit ago, he'd been tearing up over throwing away a silly picture of Blaine. Things were going to start looking up for him, he knew it.

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