The second day of Kurt and Blaine's senior year went almost the same as the first. Blaine picked Kurt up from his house, and the two picked up coffee before going to McKinley. Blaine was more than relieved when Azimo ignored him completely during homeroom. Their morning classes went by uneventfully, and then—because their schedules changed each day of the week—it was time for Glee club.

Kurt and Blaine arrived earlier than the previous day, so they took seats next to each other in the back row. The rest of the club meandered in after them, and chatting ensued. Blaine waved to Derek when he walked in, and took his seat behind a drum set, waving back. Mercedes was seated next to Kurt, and was about to start a conversation when Santana walked up to them. Kurt looked at her, confused; he didn't normally talk to her, ever. "Coach Sylvester wants to talk to the two of you after school in her office."

"Why?" Kurt asked. He couldn't imagine what she could possibly want; unless it was to ask them to sneak her some of Mr. Schue's hair gel again.

"Why should I know?" Santana retorted, before turning around.

"Wait!" Kurt said, getting the girl's attention. She turned back around, and he asked. "Does you taking her orders mean you're on the Cheerios again?"

"Yeah. You know, it was weird. She actually almost asked me, Quinn and Britt instead of demanding. I think she's desperate to win this year." She returned to her seat next to Brittany just as Mr. Schuester entered the room. He put down his bag on his chair, before walking to the center of the room, and facing the class.

"Good morning, everyone!" He clasped his hands together. "So now that it's the second day, let's get down to business. First, I want everyone to take out a piece of paper and something to write with." The class did so, but most of them had to ask Blaine for some paper. "Why am I the only person prepared? It's only the second day." He muttered under his breath.

Kurt smirked and whispered to him. "Blaine, this is McKinley." Blaine laughed. He figured that was a pretty accurate response. He made a mental note to keep an extra stack of papers in his locker.

Mr. Schue spoke again, his voice above the rest, quieting everyone else. "Now, I want everyone to write down three goals they have for the year." He looked at them, and when nobody moved, he urged them on. "Go on. Go!" So everyone reluctantly looked down at their own papers.

Kurt stared at his paper, slightly annoyed. He hated when teachers made him do this. Rachel was probably the only person who found enjoyment in this. The titled the top of the page with "goals" and made three bullet points underneath. He thought about what he wanted to do this year, and came up with the first bullet; it read "get into college." That was obvious. He especially wanted to get into a college in New York.

He thought about writing something about Blaine, but then realized he didn't really have any goals, per say. He was more than happy with their relationship. He looked over at Rachel, who had seemingly already finished writing her goals, folded the paper in half and was sitting with her hands clasped together. He rolled his eyes, but found inspiration for his next bullet: "get more solos." He wanted more appreciation. Duets were nice too, as far as he was concerned.

Kurt wanted his next bullet to be something about not being bullied, but wanted it to be specific. Suddenly the memory of ice cold slushie on his face was brought back to him, and he wrote "to go a month without getting slushied." If he could manage that, it would be a huge deal.

Blaine saw Kurt writing net to him, out of the corner of his eye, but he wasn't looking at his paper. He was used to this drill, used to writing the usual "get good grades" or "do my chores." But he wanted to actually write something with meaning. He thought about it for a little, and wrote down his three goals, hesitating a bit on the last one. They read:

-To fit in

-To stand up

-To make my father proud

He folded his paper, not very keen on having any one read them over his shoulder. When everyone had stopped writing, Mr. Schue grabbed a basket from the back of the room. He requested that everyone put their paper inside, anonymously, and told them that he might bring them out again at the end of the year.

When that was finished with, Mr. Schue spoke again. "Now I want everyone to think very hard about these goals. I want you to remember that anything is possible if you work towards it." He walked over to his dry-erase board and wrote the words believing in yourself. He spoke them out loud as well. "This is the theme for this week. Your assignment is to find and sing a song that demonstrates that, as well as inspires you to work towards your goals."

Blaine thought about this; it was certainly different, especially from the Warblers. He was thinking he would have to turn to the internet for song suggestions. "Mr. Schue." Puck had just stood up, and was walking towards their teacher. "What about this?" Puck handed him a piece of paper. The man laughed once he saw what was written on it.

"Go for it." Puck walked over to the band, and told them the same of the song. They started to play, and Blaine began to think that they had some kind of magical ability to play any song mentioned to them. He recognized it right away, even more as Puck began rapping.

You ready? Let's go!

Yeah, for those of you that want to know what we're all about

It's like this y'all

Suddenly, everyone was standing up, and moving to the center of the room, dancing, as Puck continued to rap. Blaine looked around, surprised, but Kurt pulled him to his feet, and let him to everyone else.

This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill

Fifteen percent concentrated power of will

Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain

And a hundred percent reason to remember the name!

Mike had started break dancing, and the rest of the class cheered. Even Kurt was dancing, although rap was definitely not his style. Blaine found himself laughing; he was having so much fun! He didn't even care what his improvised dancing looked like at the moment. During the verses, all of the boys along with Brittany took turns rapping. When Finn had just finished, Puck turned to Blaine, and yelled "go!" Blaine didn't have time to think, so he began singing.

Who the hell is he anyway?

He never really talks much

Never concerned with status but still leaving them star struck

Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact

That many misjudge him because he makes a living from writing raps

He finished with a laugh, passing the rap onto Artie, who was far more superior in that genre. Blaine caught Kurt's eye; the other boy was looking at him incredulously. He mouthed "I didn't know you could rap!" Blaine shrugged with a smile, pleased that he didn't make a fool of himself, and continued to dance. The two joined in with the whole club when the chorus came around again. When the song ended, everyone was cheering and laughing. Blaine thought back to his first goal and smiled; maybe it wasn't going to be so hard.


When school ended, Kurt gave Blaine a goodbye kiss at his locker before heading off to find Mercedes. He met up with her down the hallway. They walked silently side by side, all the way to Coach Sylvester's office, pausing outside of it once they arrived. "I'm scared." Kurt said. Mercedes laughed at him, giving him a little nudge from behind, pushing him towards the door.

When they were inside, Sue looked up from her desk. "Oh, right. I was expecting you. Sit." She gestured with her pen to the open seats across from her desk, before closing the book she was writing in. She stared at them, before asking. "How were your summers?"

Taken aback by this abrupt change in character, Kurt and Mercedes looked at each other. It was Mercedes who spoke up first. "Mine was fun."

"Same." Kurt said. An awkward silence followed. "How was yours?" He asked Sue.

"That was exactly what I was hoping you would ask." She sat back in her chair. "My summer was filled with protein shakes, reruns of war movies, and laughing at children who set up lemonade stands. I also began to pursue a career in the American government, but through that, I realized something. I don't need to be in control of the government to be in power. All I need to be back on top is for the cheerios to win Nationals again." There was a brief pause, and when she continued, her voice was slightly less hard. "I've realized that the only way that's going to happen is if I recruit my old members. That includes the two of you."

Kurt's mouth was gaping. Why didn't he foresee this? Suddenly, he remembered his goal to go a month without getting slushied, and it hit him. This was the way to do it! He was going to be popular this year!

Mercedes spoke up from next to him. "And what if we don't want to?" Kurt's head whipped around so quickly. He gave her his best are you crazy? look, but his best friend wasn't going to back down. "I quit the cheerios because it was forcing me to be something I'm not, and I'm not very interested in going through that again."

Kurt was at a loss. "Could you give us a minute?" He asked Coach Sylvester, who nodded, but added "make it quick, Porcelain. I don't have all day."

Mercedes followed Kurt out into the hallway, though he could tell she was reluctant to do so. He was about to speak, when she stopped him. "Why do you even want to do this?" She asked him.

"Because I actually liked being on the cheerios. I liked being in the spotlight. It gave me something else to look forward to besides Glee club." She didn't seem impressed. "Just think about it, Cedes. It's our senior year. Don't we deserve to be popular? It's our last chance." That seemed to get to her. She took a deep breath, mulling it over. "Please?" Kurt begged.

She looked at him, rolling her eyes slightly. "Fine." Kurt squealed, jumping up and down, which made Mercedes smile. The two of them walked back into Coach Sylvester's office, and sat back down.

"We accept." Kurt said.

"Good. I didn't want to have to resort to blackmailing or sheer force; it takes too much time out of my day." There wasn't really a logical response to that statement, so Kurt and Mercedes just nodded their heads before Sue waved them off. "Now get out of my office. Practice starts this Friday, right after school. Don't be late."


Soccer tryouts went almost the same as the day before, ending with the coach promising to post a full list in the locker room the next day before practice. Blaine was very happy with how he did, and was almost sure he had a spot on the team. He had also received more attention from the rest of the team; they were starting to recognize him. On the way back to the locker room, one boy came up to him, asking "are you the one who came with all of the other boys in the uniforms to sing?" Blaine laughed at that, but nodded. "Yes."

Then another boy chimed in. "And you sang at prom?"

"That too." Blaine answered. Now that he was thinking about it, it was probably a bit strange. Blaine looked at Derek, who was laughing hysterically. Blaine gave him a little shove from behind.

"Why did you transfer?" The first boy asked; he seemed genuinely curious, as were all of the other boys.

Blaine shrugged. "I just wanted a change." He didn't feel like divulging any information to the team yet. He saw Derek give him a sidelong glance, his face implying something. Blaine shoved him again, knowing he was hinting at transferring to be closer to Kurt.

This time, Blaine's shower was very rushed; he was not at all keen on another confrontation with Karofsky or Azimo. He dressed quickly, and looked around for Finn. He met up with him when the taller boy walked into the locker room. Blaine followed Finn to his locker, not realizing how weird he was being until Finn hesitated. He looked at Blaine awkwardly, until Blaine got the message. He had just unintentionally creeped on his boyfriend's step brother while he was about to change. "Oh! Sorry. I—I'll just wait by your car, then."

Blaine practically ran out of the locker room, mortified. Finn followed him out a few minutes later, and they both stepped into the car. Finn didn't say anything, and Blaine took that as a sign to just forget what had just happened.

After dinner—Blaine was beginning to feel bad about the fact that he was eating their food and probably would be quite a lot—Blaine and Kurt found themselves in Kurt's room, lying on his bed again. "Do you have any song ideas?" Blaine asked Kurt.

"Yes, actually. I looked some up when you were at practice. I think I'm going to sing "Hero" by Mariah Carey."

Blaine nodded in approval. "You'll sound amazing on that."

Kurt blushed, though he didn't know how Blaine was still able to do this to him. "Of course I will." He laughed along with Blaine. "Do you know what you're singing?"

"Not a clue. I'll find something later though." He wasn't a procrastinator, usually.

"Hey Blaine, do you still talk to the guys from Dalton?" Kurt himself had only kept in contact with a few of the boys by text, but was Facebook friends with all of the Warblers.

"Well, Wes and David both graduated and are away at college, so I won't be seeing too much of them. But we have plans of getting together when they come back for holidays. I've also seen Jeff and Nick a few times over the summer." Despite this, his feelings of guilt returned. He felt so bad about leaving the Warblers behind; they were so good to him, and he wasn't sure if any of them were comfortable with someone else singing lead. He felt like he abandoned them, especially since he would now be singing with the competition.

Kurt noticed the change in his boyfriend. "Hey. You've done nothing wrong. I'm sure they all understand your reasons for transferring." Kurt snuggled closer to Blaine, who nodded, Kurt's words comforting him a bit.

Blaine smiled sadly while he responded. "I hope you're right."

"Blaine." Kurt said, sitting up a little so he could look into the other boy's eyes. "I'm always right."


It was Wednesday now, and Blaine and Kurt were heading down the hallway on the way to Glee club. They were walking hand in hand, as they've become accustomed to. About halfway down the hall, Kurt saw a small group of people heading towards him, and was filled with dread. Blaine noticed his boyfriend tense at his side. "What-?" He followed Kurt's gaze, and saw what he was looking at.

Karofsky and Azimo were walking towards them, each of their hands containing a cup filled to the brim with slushie. Kurt sighed, mentally preparing himself for the cold. Blaine, however, was suddenly struck with an idea. "They aim at your face, right?"

"Uhm, yes Blaine. Why?"

Blaine knew it was crazy, but his idea might just work. "Do you trust me?"

"Blaine, this isn't Aladdin." He rolled his eyes. "But yes."

"Good. Okay, when I say 'now', you duck, but keep walking." Kurt's eyes widened when he realized what he and Blaine were about to attempt. He fought the huge smile that was trying to get on his face; he didn't want to give himself away. "You're insane." He offered to Blaine, who only winked in response.

The jocks had almost reached them when, Karofsky called out "what's up, losers?"

Blaine responded. "Oh, you know, just walking to class. How about you? Enjoying that slushie?"

Karofsky laughed. "Oh, I will be." Blaine was carefully watching their wrists. When he saw the slightest of movements, he said "now!"

Kurt actually felt the cold above his head as the slushie flew over him. Still crouched down, they shoved through Azimo and Karofsky, who were most likely too surprised to do anything. They heard principal Figgin's voice ringing through the hallway. "David! Azimo! What did you do that for? My office! Now!"

"Run!" Kurt said under his breath to Blaine, and the two of them picked up their pace until they turned the corner to the choir room. When they stopped, both of them were hysterically laughing. Blaine was holding on to the wall for support.

Kurt spoke in between his laughter. "They are… so going to drown you in slushie! And probably me too."

Blaine was laughing so hard there were tears in his eyes. "I don't even care. That was so worth it!" And the looks from the other students whom they passed in the hallway, while crouched down and running, were added bonuses.

"I didn't think that would actually work." Kurt admitted, finally starting to calm down. He moved towards Blaine

"Neither did I." Blaine said, before Kurt pressed his lips against his.

Suddenly there was a knock from inside the choir room. It was Santana. "We can see you, you know." Blaine and Kurt looked at each other, both bright red. "Oops." Blaine said quietly. When Santana turned around, Blaine gave Kurt another quick kiss, before walking into the choir room with him.

When they sat down, Mr. Schue walked to the center of the room; he had a small stack of papers in his hand. "So, I've decided on a group number for the week." He passed out the papers according to vocal part. Blaine noted that he had a few solo lines, as well as the rest of the club.

"Now, who's ready to sing today?" Kurt's hand shot into the air. However, it was Artie who sang first; he chose "Till I Collapse," and treated the rest of the club to an amazing rap.

Then it was Kurt's turn. He stood walked over to the piano, and handed Brad some sheet music. He stood facing the class, listening to Brad's musical intro, and began sang.

There's a hero, if you look inside your heart

You don't have to be afraid of what you are

Blaine was right, of course. Kurt sounded amazing. He stood with his hands behind his back, singing sincerely, and Blaine couldn't take his eyes off him.

It's a long road, when you face the world alone

No one reaches out a hand for you to hold

You can find love If you search within yourself

And the emptiness you felt will disappear

So maybe this song was pretty sad, but it was relevant. Kurt found that it suited the assignment, so he went for it. It was about hope and finding self-assurance when you have none. Kurt needed that early last year, and he realized it was Blaine who made him see that.

And then a hero comes along with the strength to carry on

And you cast your fears aside and you know you can survive

So when you feel like hope is gone, Look inside you and be strong

And you'll finally see the truth that a hero lies in you

His voice drifted away, and there was the usual applause from the rest of the club. He did a little curtsey, winking before he realized Blaine had stood up to cheer. A bit embarrassed, Kurt returned to his seat, pushing Blaine down, while the other boy just kept cheering him on. "You're kind of abnoxious, you know that?" Kurt said, playfully.

Blaine shrugged. "What are boyfriends for?"


After school, Blaine told Kurt that he wasn't going to be able to stay over his house; his parents had told him to be home for dinner. Kurt wished him goodbye, before heading home. Blaine approached the locker room, and he remembered that the list of who made the team was going to be posted today. His nerves were at a peak when he pushed open the locker room door.

Blaine immediately saw a small group of boys from the team all looking at something that was posted on one of the walls. He came up behind them, trying to look over their shoulders. He was unsuccessful, so he waited until they cleared, and then moved forward to look at the list. The starting team was organized by position; he scanned the page for his name. A huge smile came on his face when he saw the name Blaine Anderson listed under the word midfield. He mentally punched the air in triumph, but on the outside tried to remain fairly calm so as to not appear cocky or strange to anyone who might see. He looked at the rest of the names, and noted that Derek also made the team as a forward.

During practice, they all received their uniforms, and a game schedule. When practice was over, Blaine rode back with Finn, said a quick hello to Kurt, and drove home. At his house, Blaine dumped his things in his bedroom, and took out his laptop. He searched through his ITunes, trying to find something that worked for the assignment. It shouldn't be too hard; he had so many songs. He was about to look up the lyrics to one of them, when there was a knock on his door. A bit confused, he said "Come in."

The door opened, revealing his father standing in the doorway. Mr. Anderson hesitated, before walking awkwardly into the room and sitting on the edge of Blaine's bed. Blaine shut his laptop and placed it aside, cautiously looking at his father. "Is something wrong?" He was nervous, and beginning to wonder which of his relatives could have died.

"No. It's nothing like that." His eyes turned down to the floor, before returning to Blaine's face. "I just wanted to talk."

Blaine sat up straighter. This was odd. "Alright. About what?"

"Just… How has school been?"

Blaine started off slowly, wondering what his angle was. "It's been good. I'm adjusting." Blaine couldn't help but feel like he was stepping onto a minefield, a feeling that—while talking to his father—was not unfamiliar.

Mr. Anderson gestured to Blaine's laptop. "Were you doing homework?"

"Sort of." He decided not to lie. "I was looking for a song to sing for our assignment in Glee club." He watched his father, who kept his face neutral, nodding.

Then the subject was changed. "Has soccer started?"

"Yes. We had tryouts and I found out today that I made the team. I'm a starter. And today was our first official practice." He was proud of himself, and this was definitely an opportunity for his father to be proud of him also.

A small smile appeared on Mr. Anderson's face; it took Blaine aback. Why was that so weird to see? "Good job, son." He reached out his arm and patted Blaine's leg in a show of congratulations. Blaine smiled as well; he couldn't help it. "Thanks."

Suddenly, the room was filled with "Teenage Dream" coming from Blaine's phone. Kurt was calling. Normally, Blaine would have just silenced the call and returned it later, but his phone was on the other side of the room. He was just going to ignore it, but the song just kept playing. His father read the look on his face. "That's him, isn't it." It wasn't a question.

Blaine closed his eyes, trying to calm himself down. "Yes. But—" He didn't get a chance to finish talking, because his father had stood up and walked towards the door. He picked up Blaine's phone, and for one horrible moment Blaine thought he was about to answer it. But he simply tossed the phone onto Blaine's bed in the boy's reach, and walked out of the room saying "dinner's in fifteen minutes."

Blaine was so frustrated; he just stared at the door, letting the call go to voicemail. A minute later, though, he picked up the phone and called back. "Hey." Kurt's voice was heard through the speaker.

"You called?" Blaine asked. "Sorry, I couldn't answer it right away."

Kurt hesitated a second. "Are you alright? You sound… sad or something." He knew by the tone of Blaine's voice that something was off.

"I'm fine." Blaine lied quickly. "Just tired."

"Okay." Kurt replied, though he wasn't convinced. He decided to change the subject. "Anyway, I called because I wanted to see if you made the soccer team."

That definitely lightened Blaine's mood; it meant something that Kurt cared enough to remember. "I did, actually."

"Yes!" Kurt exclaimed from the other end. "Good job! And now I have news for you, to make it even better."

Blaine was extremely curious. "Yes?" He asked cautiously; knowing Kurt, this could be anything. He was half expecting Kurt to have gotten a job designing uniforms.

"I'm on the cheerios again!" Blaine's jaw dropped. "This means I can convince them to cheer for the soccer team too! So you can see me cheer, and I'll see you play, and the motivation might make the team win!" Kurt sounded so excited it was impossible for Blaine not to smile.

"Kurt that's—that's really great!" He said, laughing.

"And you know what else this means?"

"What?"

"It means that we, however stretched, will be popular. I'll be the cheerleader and you'll be my amazing athlete boyfriend." Kurt was talking incredibly quickly.

"Woah. Calm down, Kurt. We don't want to get ahead of ourselves." Blaine said, even though he couldn't help but think about what it would be like to actually be "popular" at a school like McKinley. But he didn't want them to kid themselves into thinking they were going to be accepted and end up getting slushied eveyday.

"Oh, shut up. Don't ruin my fun." Kurt played. "Don't pretend you're not thinking the same thing." He knew Blaine too well to think he wasn't hungry for at least a little time in the spotlight—one that wasn't on stage.

"Alright, fine." Blaine gave in, and added "so when do I get to see you in your cheerios uniform?" Blaine could almost feel Kurt's blush from the other end of the phone.

"Soon, I'm assuming." He tried to keep his voice from rising a few octaves but was unsuccessful. He couldn't even think of a witty response.

"Good." Blaine smirked, even though Kurt couldn't see it. He looked at the clock. "Oh, I have to go. I'll text you later."

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you too." Blaine hung up, and started downstairs, absentmindedly humming "Teenage Dream" under his breath.


Music played by the band started playing, as Blaine stood facing the rest of the Glee club, getting ready to sing. He didn't used to listen to the song much, but when he looked up the lyrics, he found that he could relate to them.

I used to think that I could not go on

And life was nothing but an awful song

But now I know the meaning of true love.

He smiled at Kurt, who returned it lovingly. Blaine was moving, walking slightly, because he found it hard to stand still while singing. He tried to keep the hand motions to a minimum, and let his voice send the message across like Kurt had told him.

I'm leaning on the everlasting arms

I believe I can fly

I believe I can touch the sky

I think about it every night and day

Spread my wings and fly away

This song reminded Blaine, despite how he tried to push it away, of life at his school before Dalton. It was horrible, and he needed a way out. He needed to feel loved and accepted, and Dalton—and then Kurt—gave him that.

If I can see it, then I can be it

If I just believe it, there's nothing to it

Kurt watched Blaine, and was filled with a need to hug him. He seemed so vulnerable, and it was new for him to see. Blaine sang to no onr in particular, sometimes his eyes straying to the ceiling, or else looking past his classmates.

I believe I can soar

I see me running through that open door

I believe I can fly

I believe I can fly

Blaine finished singing and took a deep breath. He returned to his seat next to Kurt while Mr. Schue was saying something about how his song choice was very powerful and really met the guidelines for the assignment. Kurt immediately laced his fingers into Blaine's, causing the boy some confusion. But he accepted it and smiled back at Kurt. Blaine sat back, trying to imagine what his life would be like if Kurt had never come to Dalton. He couldn't.

They spent the rest of practice rehearsing and choreographing the group number for the week. The New Direction's methods seemed strange; their dance routines were more of a group input. When someone spoke up with a couple of moves they thought fit, everyone tried them out to see if they worked. It was mostly Brittany and Mike who came up with the moves, but everyone's suggestions were welcome. Blaine didn't say anything, though, mostly because he had no clue as to what would look good. Kurt, on the other hand, knew exactly what he was doing, and spoke up more than a few times.


Friday morning. It was Friday morning already. Kurt marveled at the fact that he had already almost made it through an entire week of his senior year. And already, it was shaping up to be his best year of high school. He descended down the stairs to the kitchen for breakfast. It was empty. He fixed himself a bowl of Life cereal and some orange juice, and sat down at the table.

After a minute, his dad entered the room, grabbed some milk and sat down next to his son. Kurt gave him a smile in greeting, which he returned. After a minute, Burt spoke. "How is being a senior going for you?" He took a long drink of his milk while watching Kurt, waiting for an answer.

"It's actually been really fun. My classes all seem passable, and I don't have any psychotic teachers." He was definitely happy about that.

Burt nodded. "What about the bullies; has anyone done anything to you?" His tone was protective; it was a tone Kurt had gotten used to from last year.

Kurt shook his head. "They've been quiet this week." Then he remembered something. "Oh, well there was an attempted slushie, but it was avoided. So it's all good."

Burt seemed kind of upset about the slushie part, but Kurt's tone was very nonchalant, so he moved on. "And what about Blaine? How are they treating him?"

Kurt smiled knowingly, while he suppressed a laugh. He loved how his dad cared about Blaine, even though the sudden change was slightly strange. "Same as me, I think. I mean, I'm not around him when he's at practice or in the locker room, but he hasn't said anything, so I'm sure he's fine."

"That's good." Burt leaned back, stretching. He turned back to Kurt. "So I was thinking, maybe tomorrow, we go out to dinner? Just the two of us? I feel like I haven't spent time with just you in a while."

Kurt smiled. "That sounds nice." He missed the one-on-one time with his dad.

Burt sighed. "I just can't believe it's your last year in high school." He looked sad, and Kurt immediately began doing something about it.

"Dad, don't get all sentimental now." He stood up, and hugged his dad. "You're above that, aren't you?"

"No one's above that, Kurt. You're mother taught me that." Kurt's eyes stung with tears. Suddenly, he was more grateful than ever of Carole. The last thing he wanted was for his dad to be alone when he left for college. He held his father close, until his phone buzzed from his pocket. "Who's that?" Burt asked.

"That'll be Blaine. He's here." Kurt straightened up.

"Alright. I guess you'd better get going. Have a good day, Kurt." He patted his son's shoulder while Kurt placed a kiss on his cheek. "I love you, dad."

Kurt grabbed his bag, and stepped outside to find Blaine waiting for him. "Good morning!" Blaine's arms were open wide, and Kurt happily jumped into them, hugging him.

"You seem happy today." Kurt kissed Blaine before leading the boy to his car. They picked up coffee, and went to school.

Glee club was first period that day, so after homeroom, the two met up again. Instead of going to the choir room, they walked straight towards the auditorium. Once the rest of the club was there, Mr. Schue called them all up on stage. "Is everyone ready?" When everyone nodded in consent, he gestured to the band to start playing. Finn stepped forward, taking the first few solo lines.

I am a mountain. I am a tall tree

Oh, I am a swift wind, sweepin' the country

Everyone was dancing, staying perfectly with the choreography, with only Mr. Schue as the audience. He looked pleased, and was clapping along with the music. When the chorus came along, everyone sang together.

I'm that star up in the sky

I'm that mountain peak up high

Hey, I made it. I'm the world's greatest

They were dancing in little formations, mostly in two lines, each person stepping forward when it was their time to sing lead. One time, Blaine and Finn accidently ran into each other. "Oops." Blaine said, but Finn only laughed it off. When it was Blaine's turn to sing, he stepped forward, adding a bit of his own moves.

I am a marchin' band. I am the people

I am a helpin' hand. And I am a hero

Kurt's turn was after Blaine's, so he stepped next to him. He let Blaine take his hand and spin him around once while he sang.

If anybody asks u who I am

Just stand up tall look 'em in the face and say

Everyone joined in for the last chorus, following Mr. Schue's lead and clapping along

And I'm that little bit of hope, when my backs against the ropes

I can feel it. I'm the world's greatest

When the song ended, Puck called out "how about a group hug?" So, after a few seconds of looking at each other, everyone gathered in a tight embrace. The girls all said a collective "awww." They stayed there until Sam, who ended up being practically strangled by Puck, called out "okay. I think we're done here," causing everyone to laugh again.


And chapter eight is done! What did everyone think? I'm trying to make these chapters as much like Glee episodes as possible, since this fic is pretty much my ideal season 3 for Klaine.