Finally! Here it is!

And I have some good news for all of us! I have gotten a beta- so no more cringing at all the little grammar and spelling mistakes I make way to often! So a HUGE thank you to ikot-ikot, who has taken on the task of listening to my weird ideas and editing chapters:)

Ikot-Ikot had made a small comment in a review that I should get a beta to catch some small mistakes I had, and will make in the future. So I pretty much made them be my beta:) See, I really do read the reviews, so be careful what you guys write, because I will make you do stuff for me (muahha) like poor ikot-ikot ;)

Oh gosh, now none of you are going to review lol. Well, I hope you all enjoy this chapter! I loved writing it!

Blaine was woken up bright and early by the rude beeping of his alarm clock. Without even bothering opening his eyes, Blaine threw an arm out and just barely managed to hit the snooze button, effectively silencing the device. He burrowed further down in his warm sheets, closing his eyes and trying to recapture the wonderful dream he had been having before he was interrupted. But just as Kurt's face and soft hands reappeared, the stupid alarm clock went off again with its obnoxious beeping.

Knowing he had to get up sometime, Blaine opened his eyes, still heavy with sleep, and looked around his room blearily. The bright red letters on his alarm clock said was six thirty in the morning, which Blaine concluded was way too early for any decent human being to be awake.

He pushed the warm, soft bed sheets off him and winced as the cold air hit him. He kicked the sheets to the edge of the bed, crossing his arms to keep himself warm as he made his way to the bathroom.

Through the corner of his eye he saw the leaves outside his window on the tree outside had started to turn. He smiled faintly to himself, as autumn was his favorite season. He loved the cool breezes and orange, red and yellow blends of leaves falling from the trees and twirling through the air. It was his season.

Although he definitely wasn't a fan of having cold toes in the morning.

After taking a long warm shower and dragging a comb coated with gel on it through his thick and curly hair, many times, he made his way downstairs. His mother was in the kitchen, leaning on the counter with a cup of coffee in her hands, with his little sister, who was eating a bowl of cereal, chatting away happily to her mother.

"Bye, mom." Blaine reached over the seat next to his sister and picked up his backpack. On his way out, he ruffled Milly's hair, laughing as she screeched and swatted away his hands. "Mom, Blaine messed up my hair!"

OOOOOOOOOO

Blaine stepped out of his car and took a deep breath of the crisp autumn air as he pulled his letterman jacket around him. Students all around him were also climbing out of their cars, pulling on jackets and retrieving their backpacks from the back seats.

In a blue convertible a few parking places away, Blaine saw Ellie step out of her car. Today her dark hair was pulled into a strict ponytail, with a cute curl on the end, and Blaine wondered how her legs didn't freeze off because of the short Cheerios skirt she was wearing. He always thought it was really quite rude of Coach Sylvester not allow the girls to wear pants, even in the winter. They had letterman jackets like the football players, like the one Blaine had on right now, but that didn't do much for frozen knees and toes.

In an attempt to be nice, Blaine caught Ellie's eye and threw her a quick smile. Not to his surprise, Ellie completely ignored him, still obviously sore over being rejected by him a couple of weeks ago. Pretending she didn't see him, she flipped her hair over her shoulder and picked up her bag, stalking off towards the school with her head held high and her hair swinging after her.

Oh, well, thought Blaine, I'd rather be ignored than have her spread rumors.

When he walked through the door, he saw Kurt's face immediately. Like, right in front of him. Over and over again.

However, Blaine's enthusiasm was quickly stifled when it turned out to be just a poster. A very strange poster, Blaine realized as he neared the pink and blue flier. It had Kurt's face on it, with what seemed to be a unicorn horn on his forehead, with a slogan printed across the top. Something about magic.

Blaine was very confused for a second, because one, these posters didn't seem like Kurt had made them; while he was very flamboyant and unashamed to show his homosexuality, Kurt also didn't go around with a unicorn horn on his head and a rainbow flag as a cape. And two, why would Kurt be making posters in the first place?

Then it hit him, Senior class president elections–duh. Who knew that Kurt was interested in school leadership? Well, Blaine learned something new every day.

Blaine reluctantly pulled himself away from the poster and didn't read the rest, as he felt that he shouldn't be standing in front of Kurt Hummel's campaign poster.

Walking through the crowded halls, Blaine soon spotted the real Kurt Hummel, completely free of unicorn horns. He was standing next to Rachel Berry, a petite brunette, handing out what seemed to be pins. The closer he got, he realized that Rachel's pink top had a slight green tinge to the front of it. How on earth had they been slushied so early in the morning? Blaine felt relieved when Kurt seemed to be just fine and slushie-free.

Blaine felt a wide smile edge its way onto his face as he caught sight of the outfit Kurt had put together. Kurt was wearing the blue shirt and scarf just like he had said he would last night, just like he said. Blaine wanted to jump up and down for joy, maybe yell to the entire hallway that Kurt was wearing a blue shirt and a scarf!

But that might have given away that Blaine had been writing those letters to Kurt, so instead he pushed his way past people and strolled into the bathroom, a definite spring in his step. He quickly walked into the last stall and locked the door behind him. He leaned up against the door, closed his eyes and just smiled. A huge, toothy grin that sent happy shivers through his body.

There was no one in the bathroom, from the sound of it, so Blaine allowed himself a silent but very enthusiastic celebratory dance, because this was a momentous occasion for him. He pumped his arm in the air and kicked his leg, narrowly missing the toilet seat. Then he leaned back up against the door, looking up at the ceiling. The off-white plaster had never looked so beautiful.. When he felt like he had gotten the overwhelming excitement out of his system – well, most of it anyway, Blaine sighed one last time and left the stall.

There really is a God, thought Blaine as he unlocked the door. Upon opening the door he locked eyes with a freshman by the sinks. The boy was quite a bit shorter than Blaine – which was saying something, because Blaine wasn't the tallest guy – and looked absolutely terrified. The poor boy probably thought Blaine was crazy, but didn't dare say anything because Blaine was wearing his letterman jacket, and as his celebration in the bathroom stall was pretty unorthodox.

But that was okay, Blaine didn't care if the whole damn school thought he was crazy because Kurt was wearing a blue shirt and a scarf.

Blaine smiled at the boy on the way out, who just watched silently with wide eyes, the sink still running behind him.

Kurt and Rachel were still attempting to pass out buttons when Blaine left the bathroom. For some reason, Blaine started to feel a little self-conscious and wished he had checked his hair in the mirror on his way out the bathroom. He ran a hand over his head, making sure the curls were still locked in place.

He tried to control his smile at Kurt as he neared, "Hi, Kurt—"

"What do you want?" Rachel cut in, stepping in front of Kurt like a bodyguard, holding the bucket of pins protectively to her side. Despite her small frame, Rachel looked ready to take whatever Blaine threw at them, both literally and figuratively.

Her eyes flickered between his red football jacket and to his hands, probably making sure he didn't have a cold, iced drink hidden behind his back. Now that he was closer, Blaine could see her eyes were red and irritated, probably a side effect of having corn syrup in a cup thrown in your face.

Blaine held up his hands to show that they were empty and he came in peace. "It's all good," he assured her, then turned to address Kurt. "I didn't know you were running for president, Kurt."

Once again, Rachel pushed in. "I'm one of his campaign managers," she said, flipping her dark brown hair over her shoulder. "And if you knew what was right for the school, you would vote Kurt Hummel." The brunette quickly grabbed a pin from the bucket and shoved it at him. Kurt looked amused and gave Blaine a look that plainly said, "I'm sorry she's so crazy."

Thrilled to get any attention at all from Kurt, Blaine shook his head and tried to shrug nonchalantly.

"You know, if you wore that around, you could get a lot of votes for Kurt," Rachel stated.

More people passed by them and Rachel attempted at making them take a button too, but most people either gave her an amused smile or completely ignored her.

Before Blaine could use a damn filter for his mouth, he said, "Yeah, right. If I wore that, more like I would get beat up and tossed in the dumpster."

Oh my god what is wrong with me?

Right after he said it, Blaine wanted to punch himself in the face. Really, really hard. Or maybe the piano-falling-out-of-the-sky thing would have been great right now. He opened his mouth to stutter out a lame apology (why did he have to ruin everything?), but Kurt cut across him. "Kurt, I—"

"No one said you had to wear it," Kurt snapped, reaching his hand out for the button Rachel had given Blaine, who held the pin a little bit too protectively against his chest. Kurt gave him a look that gave a new meaning to the saying "if looks could kill," and then reached more to snatch it from Blaine.

"It was just a suggestion." He looked hurt as he threw the pin back into the full bucket.

Blaine thought about apologizing and asking for a pin, but he knew he wouldn't wear it; although he would like to have it just to have it, but that's not really something he could tell Kurt. Taking one last look at the scarf tied around Kurt's neck, Blaine bolted out of there, feeling totally humiliated and annoyed at himself. Why can't I be a normal human being? Blaine asked himself.

His happy mood now almost completely deflated, Blaine settled in his seat in his first class of the day. He had gotten there early and was the only student in the class, except for a quiet sophomore, who was asleep with her head down in the back of the classroom.

He groaned as he remembered the look on Kurt's face. He had looked so hurt, and when Kurt looked sad, he resembled a poor, mistreated kitten, which made Blaine feel even worse. Who hurts a kitten?

Terrible people, that's who.

OOOOOOOOOO

During lunch, the football players made their way to the locker room. It was nearing the end of the season, and the team was getting pretty desperate to rake up wins so that they could possibly make it to states.

States didn't seem likely at this point, but that didn't stop the boys from trying. There were many seniors on the team- and they all wanted this year to be something to remember.

So during lunch, the team crowded around the small television while Coach Beiste used a ruler to point out various plays that they would be learning tomorrow at practice. Most of the plays being perfectly moved by professional football teams looked pretty complicated, and the boys kept giving each other apprehensive looks. How on earth were they going to learn these complicated moves in so little time?

Blaine had tried to pay attention to the screen, but his thoughts kept drifting off to Kurt and what he said to him earlier, and what exactly he was going to write in a letter to Kurt today. He knew that he was going to tell Kurt that he most definitely had his vote for the Senior Class Elections, but he didn't want to be too obvious.

The sensible part of him told him that maybe he should wait a couple of days before the next letter, but the other half wanted the instant gratification and adrenaline rush of delivering the letter that day.

Making a compromise with himself, he decided that he would write a letter to Kurt today, but he wouldn't make it so blatantly obvious that he had found out that Kurt was running today. Maybe make it seem like he had seen the posters before?

Hmm, Blaine was still captured in his thoughts, though he made sure to look up at the screen every once in a while, so it at least looked like he was paying attention. He sincerely hoped that none of these plays had anything to do with him.

Telling Kurt that he had known that he was running for President would be a flat out lie, and also weird, because Blaine was pretty sure that Kurt had only put up the posters today, so unless Blaine wanted to sound like he was some psychic weirdo- there was really no way to avoid that one. But saying that he had just found out that Kurt was running for president wouldn't be that much of a give-away, seeing that the whole school had found out at the same time.

Happy at himself for his reasoning, Blaine leaned back in his chair. There was no way for Kurt to find out who was writing the letter as long as he made it vague enough, Kurt would never know the difference.

Coach Beiste clapped her hands together and turned off the television and faced the team, "I hope you guys learned a lot from these videos. We start learning and training these tomorrow— be here at two thirty sharp, anybody even a minute late will run laps. Lots of laps."

Grinning at the collective groan of the team, Coach left the room and walked into her office, leaving the team to collect their bags and wait for the bell to ring.

A slam of the locker-room door announced the arrival of Rick "The Stick," a tall and burly hockey player, who Blaine had learned earlier that day, was also running for Senior Class President.

Blaine was already feeling defensive as he knew that whatever this guy had to say, it would probably not be very good things. And it turned out he was right.

Rick had gotten the attention of the boys by standing up on the chair Coach Beist had been sitting on moments before, and immediately announced why he was there.

"What's up, guys! You all know I'm running for that President thing, and we all know I'm going to win, because I'm awesome- and because I'm up against the dumb blonde and the other lady, that Kurt fag-"

There was a thud, and the team all watched as Mike, Sam, Puck, and Finn all left the room- clearly and silently announcing that Rick did not have their votes.

Blaine felt his heart beat loudly in his chest as his brain worked at lightning speed, should I stay? Should I go? Will they think that I like Kurt if I leave? What if they think I'm gay?

But the four boys, all members of the Glee club, had already left- and Blaine would no doubt look very lame if he left now. Rick scoffed at the Glee boys' little protest, and some of the football players knocked each other's shoulder, yelling after the boys, "homos!"

"Anyway, so all you guys that don't want this school run by stupid chicks or flaming homos, I suggest you all vote for me." And apparently degrading his running mates worked for Rick, because some of the boys were already swearing they'd vote for him.

Some boys cheered and whooped for him, and some just shook their head. Blaine sat silently on the bench, trying to make himself disappear into thin air. He suddenly wanted to get the hell out of that room- but he found his feet wouldn't move.

Whether it was from rage from Rick calling Kurt a flaming homo or from fear that they would think that he was protesting Ricks campaign (which he really wanted to do), Blaine didn't know. But he just sat there, with his eyes staring straight forward, ignoring the boys around him.

A annoying little voice in that back of Blaine's head reminded him softly, this is why we keep our little secret, Blaine.

OOOOOOOOOO

Blaine arrived at Finn's house after school ended. They had plans to do nothing but play video games, eat, and catch the college football game later on that evening.

Usually Blaine would be quite content with this plan, but today, he was nervous getting out of his car. He had parked on the street, so he had a plain view of Finn and Kurt exiting the car they both drove to school in.

Behind sunglasses, Blaine watched as Kurt stepped regally out of the car, keeping his head high and very pointedly not looking at Blaine. The boy stalked off into the house, maybe shutting the door behind him with a little bit more force than necessary. Blaine sighed, Kurt was obviously mad at him for the comments earlier today. Blaine randomly wondered if Kurt had read the note Blaine left in his locker or if it was stuffed in his backpack, ready to be read in private.

It was like taking three steps forward and about, oh, twenty-four steps back. Everything was just going so good. Him and Kurt were on first name basis (maybe not at school yet, Blaine wasn't sure he was ready for that) and had actual conversations- whole conversations- when Blaine was over at they're house.

But whatever, Blaine tried to tell himself. It's not like anything would happen anyway, what does it matter if Kurt thinks I'm a jackass?

Then, who am I kidding? This matters a lot. What if he finds out who is writing those notes and is disgusted?

Trying to force an expression of indifference of his face, Blaine shut the car door behind him and walked up to Finn, who was staring at the door that Kurt just went through.

"Dude, he seemed pissed. Like, all day, I don't know what happened. I don't think he got slushied or anything." Finn reached into his car to grab his bag, he threw it over his shoulder and started walking to the house with Blaine close behind him. "He can be really moody sometimes, that kid. He's been less moody then he was but..."

"Yeah," Blaine said awkwardly, "that might have been my fault."

Finn stopped walking and turned around, looking at Blaine with furrowed eyebrows.

"What do you mean?" He asked slowly.

Shaking his head quickly, "No, I didn't like, throw slushies or anything, but he tried to give me this pin and I sort of told him that if I wore it, it would be social suicide, and I think he took it personally." Blaine shrugged and walked past Finn, leading them into the house. Even though Blaine made it seem like he really didn't care what Kurt thought of him, Blaine was still mentally beating himself up for not have a stupid filter for his stupid mouth because now Kurt thinks he's a jerk and of course Kurt took his little comment personally.

"Oh, well. He's sort of sensitive about the class president stuff. I mean, don't tell him-" Finn grabbed Blaine's arm to stop him from walking into the house. Keeping an eye and on the door and lowering his voice, Finn confessed, "-but I don't think he can win. I mean I'm totally voting for him, but I just don't think that he can beat Brittany. She's pretty popular and she did promise to go topless at least once."

Blaine nodded his head as if he thought that going Brittany going topless was of interest to him. Blaine would admit that Brittany was indeed attractive, and he would rather see her breasts, than say, Coach Sylvester's- but still, he really did not want to be subjected to a woman's bare chest in the school setting.

And Kurt was running— and Kurt would have his vote even if his plan was to replace all the food in the cafeteria with Blaine's least favorite food- jello. Hell, Kurt could set fire to the whole school and Blaine would still cast his ballot in favor of him.

"Yeah, she did. So she's got most, if not all, of the male population of McKinley voting for her."

"Well, I don't know. I guess we'll just have to wait and see, but I am worried about him.." Finn sighed and pushed the door open, tapering his voice just in case Kurt was close enough to hear him.

They set their stuff down in the kitchen, where Kurt was puttering around. As soon as Finn and Blaine entered the room, Kurt grabbed his stuff and left quickly. He didn't say anything or seem very angry, just cold. Usually Blaine got at least a hello out of Kurt, on luckier occasions, Kurt even went to hang out with them.

Finn gave Blaine as look as if to say, "I told you," and continued his quest for food. After pulling out a left over pizza from the refrigerator, Finn beckoned for his friend to follow him into the living room.

But Blaine wasn't paying attention, for he had spotted the bucket. The bucket that contained all of Kurt's campaign pins. And Blaine wanted one.

"Yeah, I'll meet you in there in a sec- I'm going to grab a drink and I think I left my phone in my bag." Blaine lied, wanting Finn to get out of the room.

"Alright man," Finn shrugged and left. A few seconds later Blaine heard the television turn on.

Blaine looked around the corner to make sure that Finn was indeed sitting on the couch, and that there was no chance of Finn seeing Blaine take a button.

He knew that maybe he was overreacting to the situation, because there was like, a zero chance that anyone would see him take a button- but it was always better to be safe than sorry, right?

Also, while explaining to Finn why he wanted one of Kurt's campaign buttons might be easily brushed off as he wanted to support Kurt- but that excuse would be useless as soon as Finn realized that Blaine wasn't wearing it. Explaining to Finn why he was taking a button in secret might be a little bit harder to explain, and would probably lead to a very awkward conversation between the two boys that Blaine was really not ready to have.

Trying to be as quiet as possible, Blaine walked over to the table where the buttons are, picking one up carefully, as to not bump the tin buttons against each other. He quickly pocketed it, liking the feel of the cool metal through the cloth lining of his pocket. On his way to the living room, Blaine grabbed two drinks, figuring that it would be suspicious if he came back empty handed.

OOOOOOOOOO

Later that night when Blaine went to bed, he retrieved the small button from the front pocket of his jeans. He turned it over in his fingers a few times, studying the handsome picture of Kurt's face on the front. Then he climbed into bed and pulled the sheets over him.

Next to Blaine's bedside there was a small table with a single shelf on the bottom, a drawer and a just a plain wood surface on the top. There was a single lamp resting there, usually accompanied by a book Blaine was reading or his phone. The drawer below was full of random trinkets- usually of little to no money value, but full of sentimental value to Blaine.

Blaine pulled open the drawer and dropped the pin inside, covering it with a few papers to that it was hidden, just in case. He then turned off the lamp and closed his eyes, waiting for sleep to come.

Survey time! Yay! Okay, sorry- but I do have a question for you guys, haha. Would anyone be interested at all in reading a sort of "deleted scenes" for this story? It won't be posted until after this story is complete, but I have saved some old chapters and excerpts that I had planned to go in the story but for one reason or another didn't make the cut. I had saved these just in case I did want to use them or to get my ideas right and stuff, and I wondered if you guys would like to see them. I don't know about you guys, but I am a whore for that kind of stuff- but that's just me and I'm kind of strange. So I guess just let me know:)