Being the awkward, dorky new kid at school sucks, especially if you are gay as well.

Blaine's welcome at his new school was far from nice – until Sebastian Smythe, one of the most popular kids and every gay boy's wet dream- "outed" him as a vampire. Blaine even tries to set the record straight (because vampires? Seriously?), but suddenly, his popularity at school as the powerful vampire rises exponentially, and Sebastian is into that vampire thing as well, what he - needless to say - finds great.

The only one at school who looks through that ridiculous charade is Kurt, a snarky, cynical outcast who cannot stand Blaine, but (reluctantly) agrees on helping him with keeping up his (yeah, maybe not so) "little" fraud, of course not without wanting a reward…

Hi, I'm back =D
This story is loosely based on the cheesy Movie Liar, Liar, Vampire I needed to watch with my fourteen year old cousin (longest one and a half hours ever, sigh...). Even though that movie was cheesy, I liked the concept, so the idea for this story was born.
Anyway, I hope you like it :)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

"I'm sorry, Squirt."

Blaine suppressed a groan when his brother Cooper repeated that sentence for the hundredth time. Imagine you are a teenager that's just trying to find his right place in the world. A gay teenager at that. In the next moment, your parents decide they want to move to the other side of the continent, away from your friends, your sheltered private school, away from everything you need.

That's how Blaine felt now.

Why did all these bad things keep on happening to him all the time?

"Stop apologizing all the time, Coop, that doesn't make it any better", Blaine growled while he unpacked the boxes in their new kitchen.

Why, why, did they have to move away from Florida? Sunny, warm Florida with all the carelessness, nice neighbors, and open-minded people.

Where did they move to instead?

Lima, Ohio. Lima was cold, grey, people were double taking when they saw Blaine walking around with his bowties, gelled back hair and sunshine yellow pants.

He already hated Lima, and he didn't want to know how horrible his first schoolday was going to be.

And what did Cooper, his big brother do? He didn't miss any opportunity to tell him that he was grown up now and didn't have to move to this sad excuse of a city, like his underage brother had to. When Blaine had suggested to stay in Long Beach with Cooper, his parents had just exchanged glances and laughed at him loudly even though Blaine had been serious.

He was already seventeen years old, so practically grown up, for heaven's sake! Why the hell didn't he have a say in this?

"I will stay in Cali, and you won't!", Cooper just sing-songed while he unpacked another box and put the plates into their new cupboard.

Blaine narrowed his eyes angrily. Sometimes, he tended to forget that his big brother was already twenty-five (he meant years, not months. Unbelievable, right?)

He needed to cough again, and Cooper threw him a worried glance. "Are you still sick?" Because of the difference in temperature of Long Beach and Lima, Blaine had gotten a cold and still didn't quite recover until now. "You still look pale, Squirt."

Blaine waved it off. "I'm fine, Coop. As if I would want to miss the best first day of school just because of a little cold", he said sarcastically.

Cooper threw him a compassionate glance. "Come on, bro. Don't be that pessimistic. Maybe, it won't be as bad as you imagine."

…

His big brother was wrong. The first day of school sucked.

While Blaine was walking down the hallways of McKinley, he could feel how people were staring at him, and not really in a nice way.

"Welcome to McKinley, loser", someone hissed to him, and in the next moment, a red colored, icy liquid was splashed right to his face, and Blaine bit his lip to not yelp loudly. Irritated, he retrieved a handkerchief and rubbed dry his eyes.

What the hell was that? Since when did people get slushies splashed to the face? In Long Beach, people never even thought about doing that, but reality check: This wasn't Long Beach.

He somehow made it to the toilet where he washed his face carefully, he needed to dry himself with handkerchiefs, and afterwards, his skin felt all itchy and dry. Still pissed about what had happened, Blaine left the toilet again, not noticing that he bumped into someone.

This someone yelped surprisedly and fell down.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry", Blaine muttered immediately, but the other boy wasn't listening. Pissed, he got up again.

"Who the hell do you think you are?!", he snapped furiously and brushed nonexistent glint from his black blazer.

Blaine cocked his eyebrows, at a loss of words. "Erm…"

"See? You just ruined my fabulous outfit", the boy ranted angrily "Are you happy now!?"

"I'm…sorry?" To be honest, Blaine had no idea what he apologized for. The boy's outfit looked just like before.

With an annoyed groan, the boy glared daggers at Blaine, and he felt how he flinched slightly. "I can't believe I'm forced to breathe the same oxygen as people like you." He pointed at Blaine theatrically, making that sentence sound as if he was the biggest asshole in the world.

Before Blaine could answer him back, the boy had stormed off huffishly.

He blinked, more confused than ever. What was up with the people here in Lima?

He shrugged and decided to walk towards the classroom where his next classes were going to take place. And just at that moment, he spotted him.

That perfect, green-eyed Adonis with impeccable hair, perfect clothes and an even more perfect aura. He was accompanied by three pretty looking girls in cheerleader outfits and guys in letterman jackets, but Blaine ignored them all.

All he could see was that boy.

How he laughed.

How he talked.

How he walked.

He was just perfect.

Blaine wondered what his name was. Whether it was just as perfect.

"Sebastian, Sebastian, please, an interview", a nerdy looking boy with an afro just said giddily.

The Adonis, Sebastian, turned to him annoyedly. "Get lost, Jacob", he huffed.( Gosh ... even his voice sounded…perfect. Even better than Blaine imagined. Crap, was he drooling now?)

Jacob bowed his head obediently. "Of course, Sir", he answered submissively and quickly withdrew.

When Sebastian and his super cool clique walked past him, Blaine couldn't help but turn away immediately. He noticed how he blushed when Sebastian threw him a short glance -and cocked his eyebrows. Of course, he should not raise his hopes up. He was the new kid, for god's sake! He was not in the same league as someone awesome like Sebastian, he probably would never be.

Wow, that thought was just depressing.

…

Classes were okay, actually. Blaine was a quite good student, especially in history (But only because of the history channel he had watched during their move to Ohio. Interesting how people used to live back then, without iPhones, MacBooks or Social Media) and he didn't have any problems. His classmates were looking at him weirdly, but he didn't care. He wouldn't hide his fascination for history just to please other people, he was not that kind of person.

Since he didn't know anyone yet, he needed to sit at a table alone during lunch break. Annoyed, Blaine covered his eyes because the sun was shining right into his face from the window. He retrieved his bottle from his bag and screwed it open.

Currently, he was trying out that new diet where he only drank detox smoothies he brought in a glass bottle. Today, he tried out strawberry, banana, cherry, ginger, and beetroot (What? Once you got used to the taste, it was not that bad actually.)

Blaine dared to glance over to the table where all the popular kids sat. Sebastian sat next to a sassy looking Latina and two blondes, and the guys from the football team, of course.

He absentmindedly wiped off the red sticky smoothie from the corners of his mouth while he watched them in awe. One day, maybe, he would sit with them. One day, he would be Sebastian's boyfriend. Or rather in another life, another reality. Whether Sebastian was gay, or still single?

Probably not. Someone as awesome as Sebastian couldn't be single, right?

Suddenly, Sebastian looked over to him, right to his direction, and Blaine froze. The other boy was staring at him, whispering something into one of the cheerleader's ears who turned to him as well. What were they talking about? Why were they looking at him? Did they want to insult him afterwards (like a couple of jocks had before, faggy Clark Kent or mama's boy were only the nicest insults), or worse, splash him with slushies as well? His demands concerning slushie facials were definitely covered for this year.

Since he felt uncomfortable, Blaine left the canteen a couple of minutes later after he had finished his smoothie. The whispering behind him, however, didn't stop.

Yup.

Definitely awkward. When Blaine walked to his locker, a sheet suddenly fell out, he caught it in time. Confused, he read the note.

Meet me at the forest after school.

S.

Blaine's heartbeat quickened, he needed to sit down at the linoleum floor, not caring about that people were looking at him weirdly. S.? Who was that supposed to be? Was it…? Suddenly nervous, he fanned himself with the sheet.

No, of course not.

As if one of the most popular, powerful kids would like to talk to him of all people. Because he was a nobody. He was the awkward new kid at school nobody knew.

Classes seemed to be never ending to Blaine, the hand of his watch didn't move one bit even though the teacher was talking nonstop. He wondered what that person wanted to talk about, and or whether it was just a bad prank.

A prank that would involve slushies, among others.

Blaine prayed that it wouldn't be the case.

Half an hour later, he was close to panicking. He even considered not going to the forest. What if people wanted to hurt him? Beat him up like back then at prom in his freshman year? He could totally pass on another Sadie Hawkins incident.

But on the other hand, he would never find out what would expect him if he didn't go. And he might regret it one day.

Okay, he would definitely regret it.

In the end, he decided that he would go. No risk no fun, right?

Finally, freaking finally, the bell was ringing, and students around him were sighing relievedly, just like Blaine. Even though he had no idea what would expect him in a few minutes, he couldn't help but look forward to it. What could he say, he was an adventurer, he loved surprises.

So Blaine grabbed his bag and rushed out of the school building, passing people on his way who were hugging each other before they would part ways. Blaine sighed deeply, something in his chest started hurting wistfully.

Oh, how he missed his friends. He missed Wes and David who had become like his big brothers. He missed clumsy Trent who loved hugs, oh, and Nick and Jeff who didn't want to stand by their sexuality. He missed their times where they all used to hang out together at the beach, teaching each other how to surf and playing endless volleyball matches. He missed the times where they used to get up early just to watch the sunrises at the sea.

Blaine shook his head. Enough. He was in Ohio now, he had left Florida, and his old life, behind. What happened in the past, stayed in the past.

Because now, he would find out who wanted to send him that note.

He needed an eternity to cross the forest, but soon, Blaine saw someone stand at the glade, right next to a small river. Even though he didn't turn around, Blaine noticed that blazer on first sight – and his eyes widened in shock.

It was him. It was Sebastian Smythe, one of the most popular kids in school. Oh my, oh my.

Breathe, Blaine, he thought to himself, took a deep breath and another tentative step towards the other boy.

For some reason, Sebastian was still not turning around even though he clearly knew that Blaine was standing behind him.

"You…you are wearing those old-fashioned clothes from a cheesy seventies show", Sebastian said calmly "You have brown eyes. Your diet is questionable."

Blaine was so confused right now. What was that supposed to mean? His bowties were just awesome, and what about his smoothies was supposed to be weird? Despite his confusion, he didn't dare ending that monologue of the other boy by asking him what the hell he was talking about.

"You seem to know much about what happened in the past hundred years." So? He was into history, he loved to watch the history channel. Was it a crime?

"You are deathly pale, and you don't seem to like the sunlight." Okay, that was kind of farfetched. Blaine just looked so pale because of his cold, and he had only squinted at the sunlight because it had blinded him.

"I know what you are", Sebastian went on in a calm voice.

What? Did he mean Blaine being gay? Wow, good guessing, Sherlock, considering that Blaine didn't really hide his sexuality, he was an out and proud homosexual man, even in this homophobic town full of ignorants. What if Sebastian wanted to make fun of him now, or worse, beat him up? No way, Blaine wouldn't allow it. He wouldn't allow that the Sadie Hawkins incident repeated.

"You're…" Sebastian didn't end that sentence and closed his mouth again.

"What am I?", Blaine asked, sharper than intended. He slowly came closer to the green-eyed boy, like a puma who was sneaking to its prey. "Say it", he almost demanded, wondering where all the courage suddenly came from.

Sebastian, however, didn't even flinch, or turn around, despite the somewhat threatening tone of Blaine. "You're…"

…a fag? A loser? A dumbass?

He didn't care how Sebastian would call him. Today, Blaine had already heard all of these insults anyway. He didn't want to get into a fight with Sebastian, to be honest. He just wanted to go home, curl up on his bed with a hot chocolate and wait for that bad day to end (finally). Gosh, he wanted his old life back...

"You're…a vampire."

"Yes", Blaine said tiredly before he blinked, realizing what the other boy had just said.

"Wait…what?"