A/N: I know there isn't much to this chapter but I wanted a quick and easy way to introduce Blaine into this. I'm going to make it so we find out more about Blaine and his past as the story goes on. I didn't want to reveal everything right here and now.

Chapter 4:

"Starting Anew"

Today was the day. First day of school. How exciting. Blaine was unwillingly awoken by the annoying and repetative sound of his alarm clock at half past six in the morning. Groaning, he gripped onto the blanket tighter and sank his face into his pillow until about the tenth beep, then he reached over and felt around for the annoying device. It was his birthday for crying out loud and he was spending it going into school? How sad. Yeah, yeah, he was an adult now but people still want to have some freakin' rest in the morning. After he had successfully located the alarm clock, he lifted it up and turned to lay on his back with the alarm clock in his hands hovering inches just above his face. He stopped the alarm and threw it to the floor and put both of his hands behind his head and stared up at the ceiling for a while. He hadn't had quite a good week previously. Yet another major argument with his father, moving into a new apartment in a new city, his brother going through - yet another - divorce, having a huge break-up with his (ex) long term boyfriend, Greg. He missed his old life back in LA but now he was stuck in Lima, Ohio. Things were going great for one Blaine Anderson.

His train of thought was thrown off track as he heard his phone vibrate on the night-stand beside him. Blaine reached for it.
3 missed calls. 14 texts.
All from the same number. Greg's. His hand gripped tightly around the phone out of anger. He couldn't believe that he had the audacity to contact him after what he had done. Blaine had found out that Greg had cheated on him with a stranger during a night out at Lima's gay club, Scandals. Greg kept trying to win Blaine back by claiming it was just a stupid and drunken mistake, but Blaine was still adamant that he wouldn't dare touch Greg again. Blaine told Greg never to speak to him again and here he was, receiving texts and phone calls from the one man he never wanted to see ever again. Things weren't working out in their relationship anyway. Greg was two years older than Blaine and was quite a contradicting and condescending person. He always had been. Blaine would know - they met when they were thirteen. They were best friends, then each other's crushes, then each other's boyfriends. Now they were just strangers with memories and Blaine was still hurt and heartbroken. He didn't want to be, but he was in love with this man. The jerk who broke him.

Reluctantly, he dragged himself out of bed and into the bathroom to get ready. Afterwards, he got dressed in his normal outfit for this occasion: a white shirt, red bowtie, long sleeved sweater, black trousers and black shoes. Heading into the kitchen, he decided to skip breakfast and just sat at the table there with his head in his hands. Whenever he had to go by a name, he wouldn't use his own. Well, he would but a different version of it. He would never tell people his first name and went by a fragment of his surname: Anders. "Anders" was who he was referred to as. He did it because he didn't want to come face to face with a soul mate of his. He had been searching for his soul mate for quite a long time. After all, he found out who it was when he was seventeen. He just turned twenty-two. Five years of looking with no luck whatsoever. True, he was a hopeless romantic but the fact that the majority of his friends had found theirs already and he had no luck kind of shot the idea of love down a bit for him. He couldn't find the man he was supposed to spend forever with. Whoever this "Kurt Hummel" was, he definitely wasn't anywhere near Blaine right now. Otherwise Blaine would've felt it.

He grabbed his personal US History textbook that his new boss gave to him and grabbed his ID card that the school had given him when he was accepted. He placed it in a pocket of his leather styled bag and headed for the door. Before he opened it, he pressed his forehead against it; not sure whether or not he should do this. He had a strange feeling something wasn't right. "Come on Anders, for God's sake don't be a jerk right now!" He muttered to himself under his breath. He took a deep breath, opened the door and walked into the hall. Locking the door behind him, he headed for the elevator and out into his car.

For the rest of the day, he won't be Blaine with all of the problems. He'd be Mr Anders, teacher of US History. Fantastic.

Little did he know the day would be a little more difficult than he had originally thought.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Please do review, it means so much to me! :)