A/N: Uh... I totally forgot about this but I don't own the song in this chapter, it belongs to James Blunt. Thanks for your reviews, alerts and faves, they make me happy. And sorry to those who will get the same email again telling you that there is a new chapter but it is the same one because I had to republish it.

On Saturday, Kurt was sitting at the breakfast table, in a plain white t-shirt and pyjama pants, still half asleep. He wasn't exactly a morning person, neither was his dad or even Finn. So they sat at the breakfast table, bleary eyed and yawning. Kurt was shovelling his oatmeal into his mouth and chewing slowly, wondering what he should do this morning.

Carole came bustling into the room, dressed and ready for work, and glanced at the men at the table before smiling and slamming a bowl of fruit on to the table with unnecessary force. All three faces were jolted awake by the clang of the plastic.

Burt stood up, "Well, I better get going. Mrs. Walker is coming by early to pick up her car." He took one last sip of his coffee, looking sheepish; he muttered, "the problem is it's not exactly fixed yet." Kurt snorted into his oatmeal and Burt smiled before grabbing his hat and leaving the house.

"So, what are you boys planning to do on this wonderful morning?" Carole asked. Finn yawned again, "I wish I could go back to sleep but R-Rachel isss," he yawned again, "-oming over." Kurt sighed and said, "But she was here for the whole day yesterday and all you did was mak- uhh…watched movies." Finn breathed a sigh of relief. But Carole smiled knowingly before kissing each of the boys on the cheek and leaving for work.

The minute the door closed behind Carole, the tinny version of Teenage Dream filled the kitchen. Kurt nearly dropped his phone in his haste to answer it, his fingers trembling slightly as he slid it across the screen. Finn, knowing only too well whom it was left to shower.

"H-hello?" Kurt stammered. Get a hold of yourself Hummel, he scolded in his head.

Silence. "Blaine?" he said.

"Oh, hi Kurt" Blaine's cheerful voice rang sharply through the phone.

"Ohmgod, Blaine, I nearly dropped my phone" Kurt's heart was beating right out of his chest.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." He said hurriedly, "But I have good news." Kurt heard him take a deep breath before saying, "I'm moving to McKinley!"

Kurt shrieked. He couldn't believe it, he was coming to McKinley. In fact, he felt a little light-headed. He sat down on a chair.

Gripping the phone for dear life he whispered, "Really?"

Blaine said just as quietly, "I start on Monday."

Kurt had to stifle another shriek. He was so happy. But something weird was still nagging him in the back of his mind. "Wait, you didn't feel the need to come to McKinley because I forced you, did you?"

"No, no, of course not," he said hurriedly.

"Are you sure?" Kurt said again. This time when Blaine answered he sounded almost hurt. "I thought you wanted me to come."

Kurt said, "I do, I do, it's just-"

Blaine cut him off, "Then stop mentioning it, I decided to move, and I want to thank you for showing me that a had another chance."

"Another chance at what, exactly?"

"Fighting the bullies."

Just then, the doorbell rang and Kurt went to answer the door to the short brunette girl, Rachel, his hand over the mouthpiece of the phone

"FINN, YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS HERE." He bellowed into the house and stood aside to let Rachel into the house when Finn came blundering down the stairs with a lopsided grin. Then they latched themselves on to each other and Kurt sighed before turning away and saying into the phone, "Actually, can we meet for coffee in like half an hour?"

Come Monday though, Kurt was sitting on his bed in his tightest jeans but, despite his extensive wardrobe, he had nothing to wear.

There was a knock on the door. Finn's voice came through the door, "Kurt, I'm leaving because I DON'T WANT TO BE LATE. Oh and Blaine's here. He's really nervous so I'd hurry it up."

Kurt and Blaine had agreed that Blaine would drive to Kurt's house and leave his car there while they walked to school. McKinley was only a few blocks away and the car park there wasn't very secure

Kurt picked up his bag and grabbed the first shirt in his wardrobe and ran down the stairs, while trying to pull his shirt on one handed.

When he got to the bottom of the steps, he saw Blaine staring fixedly at the cup of coffee in his hand. He looked up at Kurt who was a little breathless from running down the stairs, his shirt still hanging off his body and his schoolbag swinging wildly.

"You look very uh…. ready." Blaine said.

Kurt blushed and pulled his shirt on and buttoned it up.

Blaine handed him his coffee and the two set off to McKinley. Kurt could tell that he was nervous but trying his best to cover it up. They had some idle chitchat as they walked along the road. But when McKinley came into view, Blaine began fidgeting.

Kurt stopped him and turned him around to face him. "Listen to me Blaine, we are going to do this together, like you said, we are going to face them together. All the bullies, all the homophobes, especially Karofsky. This is your chance, Blaine." He did steal the same words that Blaine used on Saturday, but Blaine seemed impressed.

Blaine smiled and Kurt's heart did a little flip in his chest.

"Thank You, Kurt."

Then they turned and walked into the school, their hands brushing against each other's occasionally. Blaine's hand had a strange effect on Kurt's skin: it made it all tingly. A nice tingly.

Kurt walked Blaine to Principal Figgins office, where Blaine was welcomed to the school by the principal and none other than Sue Sylvester herself.

The coach, much to Kurt's slight bewilderment, seemed to like Blaine a lot, and Blaine really seemed to like her too.

Then, Kurt hustled Blaine back into the hallway and pointed out his locker, which was conveniently located right next to his. Kurt had already known that the locker next to his was empty, so this didn't surprise him. But Blaine was over the moon.

"…and we can talk between classes and everything. I know! I'll bring a jar of jelly beans to eat while we hang out at our neighbouring lockers….. This school is so awesome."

Kurt smiled. But when he saw who was coming up behind Blaine, his smile shrank. Blaine turned around in time to see Karofsky coming towards Kurt.

Karofsky sneered when he saw Blaine. "So we meet again, do we, fag?" he said to Blaine. "Did Hummel drag you over here so you could spread your pixie dust all over the school?"

Blaine stepped closer to Kurt. "Don't you dare touch Kurt." He said menacingly.

Karofsky laughed. "Oh I see. Hummel couldn't face me by himself, so he dragged his midget boyfriend along to fight for him."

Kurt said, "He's not my boy-" but suddenly Blaine's arm was circling his waist and he felt himself getting pulled closer until he was squished by Blaine's side. "Yes, he did." Blaine said quickly.

Kurt forced a smile on his face as Karofsky grunted and stormed away.

"Uhhh…. Kurt, can you let go now? And you've been standing on my foot for the past 5 minutes."

Kurt blushed. And untangled himself from Blaine. Changing the subject, he asked "So what's you're first class?"

"French with Miss Delacour. Huh, as in like Harry Potter's Fleur Delacour?"

"Yeah, that's what everyone says. She's really nice, good French teacher. But her first name is Grace, she's only half-French."

They set off down the hall and turned into the French classroom. Both mutually deciding not to mention what just happened and both scolding themselves for remembering how well they fit together during the sudden embrace.

…

During Glee club, Mr Shuester invited Blaine forward for his audition.

"Hi, I'm Blai-"

"SPY!"

"…Rachel"

"He's a SPY! Spy, spy, spy, spy…."

"RACHEL! Please."

"Fine"

"I'm Blaine Anderson. And I am from Dalton-"

"So, you are a spy?"

"Brittany."

"-and I'm here to audition. And I know that it might take a while to trust me but I'm here because I want to have a second chance, to fight back and get used to the way the world is going to treat me."

"So you're not here to get into Hummel's pa-"

"PUCK! Blaine, sing. Now, please."

"Right. But this is for Kurt, who showed me another door."

He picked up his guitar. And then he sang.

My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.

He smiled at Kurt.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

He continued strumming for a few more seconds. Then:

Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
Flying high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw your face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.

You're beautiful. You're beautiful.

You're beautiful, it's true.

There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.

He hummed a little before finally finishing.

Where everyone promptly began to stand up and clap, including, to Kurt's amazement, Rachel.

Mr Shuester laughed and said, "Well, Blaine, welcome to The New Directions."

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