Title: Hey, New Kid [4/?]
Author: MakeMeCrazier
Pairing: Blaine/Kurt
Rating: PG-13; T for now.
Chapter Word Count: 2,227
Summary: Kurt never went to Dalton, and instead, Blaine Anderson is the new kid in senior year at McKinley High. He reeks fake confidence, and bravery, and of course falls for a certain boy with bowties in the school's Glee Club. AU.
Author's Note: Hello! I figured I should type this up right away since I have most of it done anyways. The next chapter isn't done, but it will feature Blaine's audition. I have a spreadsheet for the story and I need to come up with its plot! Hopefully, you guys are enjoying this as much as I enjoy writing it! I'm afraid, in my writing I don't quite know how to make it flow, and since it's been a while, I'm trying to work on that. Anyways, lately I've been stuck watching Queer As Folk, because oh my god, the couple Brian and Justin just make me ache with love. God. Ahem. You should watch the video Brian and Justin; never say never because it makes me cry every time. ANYWAYS, ENJOY! Also, this chapter is for everyone who solely believes [just like me] that Blaine and Santana would make awesome friends. :D
Also, DEDICATED TO AweSoMeLAgain for her awesome reviews! :D
Hey, New Kid
"Hi," He breathes airily. "Uh, I'm.. Blaine Anderson." He looks curiously to Finn, who sniggers quietly under his breath.
"We kind of figured," A colored girl, pointedly snaps at Blaine, giving him a wary eye and then looking towards Kurt, concernedly.
"Sorry for Mercedes," A small petite girl quips enthusiastically. "I'm Rachel, captain of the Glee Club. Finn has already told me that you plan on auditioning. Now, I just want you to know, if you don't make it in, or you're afraid that your vocal talents will be no match for mine or anyone else's, you can still sit at this table. I don't need another 'Sunshine' fiasco where I make another outcast unwelcome," She mutter the last bit to herself, after rambling so quickly, that Blaine was sure he was going to forget everything she had spoken in a matter of seconds. "I also have two gay dads, so I under—"
"Ah," Blaine nods to himself in understanding. "Finn's girlfriend, then."
She gives a soft grin, her eyes warming at the mention. Finn winks at Blaine, giving a nod of appreciation. Rachel straightens up her shoulders proudly and smiles professionally, "Yes. Yes, I am." Right after, Finn presses his lips to her temple, and if possible, she grins even more.
"I'm Sam," A guy with shaggy blond hair, and whoa, that's a big mouth. Blaine gives him an examining look, seeming to notice that something was a little off about him, and that the guy was also on the football team based on the letterman jock jacket. He takes a look at Sam's hair for a second, and realization comes over him.
"Do you—" Blaine chokes on his words, trying to hide his slight laughter. "Do you dye your hair?"
Kurt coughs on his Diet Coke, beginning to burst into laughter, covering his mouth in the process. The Glee Club shortly follows after, all giggling as Sam rolls his eyes.
"I put lemon in my hair, okay? I was trying to be cool, so I put lemon juice in my hair," He says, self-consciously. "And that is the last time I introduce myself to anyone...Or any gay guy at least." He turns his attention to Kurt, offhandedly. "Can they all spot that?"
Kurt just nods, unfazed, sipping his pop. Sam frustratingly pouts, glaring at Santana who was still smirking a bit.
"I'm not hating," Blaine laughs, trying to apologize in his smile full of charm. "Santana, how're things?"
"Did you fake hit on him?" Mercedes, the one who snapped at him, rolled her eyes at the Latino.
"No!" Santana scoffs, only half-offended. "He knows I'm gay."
For some reason, this statement triggers the others to look warily at Blaine.
"You didn't tell me you knew," Finn states, his eyes narrowed, because hey, this kid is still new.
"Not my thing to tell, is it?" He says defensively. It seemed as if the whole Glee Club would accuse him of being a bad person on no substance, or one little thing that he may do wrong.
"You're not out?" He questions, turning to Santana, because that's what he got out of the wary Glee Club's surprised stares at the mention of him knowing.
Shamefully, she stutters, "Well, not— not officially. I mean, the entire Glee Club knows.."
"So why'd you tell me?" Blaine interjects, treading on thin water and nerve.
"Because you're —" Santana stops halfway and frowns at Blaine, beginning to realize what his point was.
"Because I'm gay," Blaine finishes a little frustratingly. He feels sirens go off in his head, telling his mind's rants to shut up now, or else he'll be ranting. "D-don't," He stutters on the first word after debating to keep his opinions to himself or not. "Don't you think that's hypocritical? I'm here trying to stand up for everything I am, and the only reason you tell me is because I'm gay too. I mean, I appreciate you telling me, but," He stops to evaluate her expression and scolds himself when he sees she's angry. He scans his mind for the right things to say. "But I wish you told me after I've become friends with you, when my opinion would've mattered."
Her gaze softens at the word 'friends' and Brittany sitting next to her, places a hand on her shoulder. "You've got nerve." Her tone confuses him as to whether she meant it fondly or rudely.
"I do," He laughs. "Did you see what I just did five minutes ago? It's my - our last year. I don't know about you, I'm going to finish it with a bang." He grins and looks at the others only to find that they were torn.
"It's her decision to come out—"
"I don't really think you have a right to tell her—"
"Would you guys shut up?" Santana rolls her eyes. "He's right."
If Blaine's eyebrows weren't shooting up at that sentence, they surely would be after Santana continues.
"Everyone knows I'm Head Bitch of this school," She crosses her arms as if to prove her point. "I don't care what they say about me. Why not come out?"
Kurt smiles and Blaine swallows at the sight. "'Bout damn time. I was surprised you didn't shout it on rooftops after you told us."
Santana smiles, bumping shoulders with Brittany. And the Glee Club tries to make out what just happened at the table, all while looking to Santana for help, who simply shrugged and mouthed, 'He's a good kid.'
Blaine weakly smiles, raising his hand subconsciously to the back of his neck, grimacing that the substance was drying stickily, barely staying on his fingertips.
"Spare bathroom right next to the choir room. Hardly anyone goes in, since it's 'owned' by Glee Club," Sam tell him, noticing Blaine's actions, and using hand motions to quote 'owned', looking bitter.
"I'll take you," Kurt offers automatically, ignoring smirks and cautious glances between him and Blaine.
Blaine could have come up with a million ulterior motives to the situation, because, hell yes, he found Kurt attractive, but something looked grown, and adult-like in Kurt's (beautiful) eyes. It reminded him of when he looks in the mirror, and can see sadness in his own hazel eyes. The look Kurt gave him was intriguing and Blaine knows that Kurt isn't that type of person that he could just idiotically hit on, and he really isn't someone that he should just mess around with, because they both know what it's like, and they've both been bullied and put through hell and back. Blaine can just tell.
"Thanks," He says softly, and sincerely. He stands up and walks to his previous table to gather his belongings, and was sad to see his sheet music had blue droplet stains. Kurt follows behind him, waiting for him to finish picking up his stuff.
"'When You Wish Upon A Dream'"? Kurt asks curiously, interest lacing in his voice, after catching a glance of the title on the sheet music.
"Uh," Blaine blushes in embarrassment and frustration for letting his surprise audition song get out. He almost wants to explain himself, but instead says, "You'll understand when you hear it. I feel like you would." A smile quirks in one of his cheeks at Kurt.
"Ah," Kurt clicks his tongue, a habit that seemed to recur often when it came to him. "One of those songs." Blaine nods his head in agreement, soundlessly. Kurt motions his hand down the hall. "My locker's down there, and the bathroom is right past it. Do you want a spare shirt?"
Blaine grimaces, "Well, as long as I'm not overstepping and you don't mind, that'd be nice."
"Blaine, in Glee Club, we help each other out," Kurt says, rolling his eyes like it was obvious.
He's about to open his mouth, once again to say that he wasn't in the club yet, but was cut off by the way that Kurt clicks his tongue again in disappointment — and oh god, how does he manage to do that cutely, and have Blaine thinking about his tongue at the same time?—
"What?" Blaine questions, cutting his own thoughts off.
"You're one of those V-neck boys, aren't you?" Kurt mocks, and shakes his head.
Blaine looks at the dark navy blue V-neck and twists it around to see the blue substance staining darkly. "Damn, I liked this one. And, hey!" He turns to Kurt. "There is nothing wrong with V-necks. The last school I went to was a private school. We had uniforms, so I'm just trying to figure out different styles." He can't help but pout his lips, and cross his arms over his chest.
Kurt smiles, and gives Blaine a fond glance that he shifts his arms at. "Would you relax? I was kidding. Not everyone is trying to get on your bad side." He even chuckled to himself and then chucks a white V-neck towards Blaine from his locker, who barely catches it with books in the other hand. He looks at it and grins smugly, "My bad." He wasn't going to even comment on how Kurt had a V-neck when he had just implied that they were tacky.
Kurt leads them both briskly to the bathroom, mentioning how the other members should be in the choir room soon seeing as lunch only had ten more minutes left. Blaine is exposed to the graffiti slurs on the wall, all directed with regard to the Glee Club itself, and every member specifically.
Kurt scoffs when he notices that Blaine had his eyes fixated upon the stalls of the lavatory. "And that's why Sam said it was 'our' bathroom."
In pink, bright bubble writing, there was a title upon the puke-worthy green stall, that read 'The Fags of Glee Club,' with all the members' names underneath in multiple colors with descriptions. Blaine had to hold in the anger he felt when he saw 'Fairy Boy' next to Kurt's name just for being homosexual.
"Do you guys really have to go through that?" He asks in awe, instead of running back to the cafeteria to hit Azimio some more, "Just because you like to sing and dance?" While he waits for a reply, he stops for a second to remove his shirt as casually as possible, because he always had a slight problem with changing in front of people. He turns the sink water on and puts his shirt underneath it, working his hands through the material, trying to thoroughly remove the dark blue slushy stains.
Luckily, Kurt's glances remain on the stall, all while in the process of commenting in response to Blaine, "Well, the bullying is pretty simple for the most part. We've learned how to handle the slushies and avoid them." Kurt turns his head, and Blaine hears a faint gasp and chooses to ignore his piercing stare.
"Uh, do you need help?" He asks, glasz eyes focused on Blaine's hazel ones through the mirror.
Blaine ducks his head, smiling to himself at the blush on Kurt's face that he noticed. He swallows his throat and shakes his head and reaches for the paper towels, wetting them under the cold water, stretching his torso to reach the back of his neck.
"Well, it's harder for me," Kurt spontaneously states after a short awkward silence, turning his attention to the stall again to distract his eyes. "I mean, since I'm gay. There was um, a huge homophobe last year who threatened to kill me."
Blaine stops what he's doing, and turns around to face Kurt, leaning against the white sink. "What happened?" He says concernedly, surprised and thankful that the bow-tie boy was still standing in front of him right now.
"Um, he apologized. Turns out he was gay, and well, he hardly bullies anymore, so we're on good terms," Kurt says, like he's surprised of the fact himself. "I mean, we're not best friends or anything, but... I forgive him." He defends, using hand motions to casually talk to the brunette who still had blue slushy marks on his shoulder. Kurt soundlessly moves to Blaine, taking the wet paper towel from him and wiping the shoulder off and the back of his neck that he couldn't reach. He was careful to avoid touching his skin, feeling that the setting was too intimate for that and just casually wipes it off as the bell rings out in the hallway.
"I don't think I would've been able to do that."
"Do what?" Kurt asks, confused.
"Forgive my bullies." Blaine says, scoffing in the process at the memories that he'd rather not relive.
"You're clean," He says in response, instead of what's expected, patting Blaine's shoulder with the damp white paper towel. Blaine smiles slightly, and quickly puts on the white V-neck lent to him. "And Blaine?"
"Yeah?" He looks up, grabbing his books from the floor, and smiling up at Kurt, who flushes for a brief moment.
"No one said you had to," He offers a sympathetic smile while leading Blaine out of the door to the room next to it, where the Glee Club was already residing in there placements and seats. "Now," Kurt grins, his tone light and gleeful. "Are you ready to audition for the crazy Glee Club?"
Blaine laughs gloriously, and smiles. "Yeah, I think I am."
