Hey, Less than a month to post! Yay! Truthfully I had written this down a while ago, but I couldn't figure out the end. I just took the easy way out and this is what I came up with! Enjoy!

"What's that?" A curious voice with a kind tone from behind him asked. Blaine, still on his way home from school, was completely unaware that someone was following him. He quickly folded the paper he was so intently trying to piece together in his mind.

Blaine, unaware that someone was following him, was at first startled at the voice that he could not recognize, and then he spun around to face the person reading over his shoulder. After the initial shock wore off, he realized that the voice had asked a question. "Nothing," he quickly mumbled as he shoved the paper into his pocket, "Why?"

"Oh because I read some and –"

"W-w-what? You read some? What? W-w-wh-why? Why would you do that?" Every time Blaine tumbled over his words, his eyes seemed to get bigger and his voice seemed to waver more. After a pause that felt like hours, Blaine finally met the gaze of the eyes belonging to the voice. "How much did you read?"

"Oh, umm, not much. Why? Did you write that?" he asked, gesturing to the paper still hidden in the small pocket of Blaine's jeans, never taking his blue eyes off of Blaine's blue ones.

Tired of lies, tired of hiding, and tired of not being able to be himself to anyone, he broke the gaze to pull the paper out of his pocket. He held the paper in his hand and nodded, never bringing his eyes back to the hypnotizing sea of blue, and never making a movement suggesting that the hands belonging to those amazing eyes should take the paper from Blaine's hands.

Still in the middle of the sidewalk, an annoyed biker rang the small bell on the handles. The curious blue eyes that were so intensely searching Blaine's face for any sign of feelings at all. Blaine had bottled his feelings for so long, his face remained emotionless while his insides were doing cartwheels and threatening to let out his lunch.

Both Blaine and the mysterious figure quickly moved aside to let the biker by, but not before the biker shot both of them a dirty look for taking up his biking path. Blaine watched as the biker sped down the sidewalk, before coming across a couple with intertwined fingers. He gave as exasperated sigh and moved his bike to a secluded road not too far away. Blaine watched him until he turned a corner, and then realized that the stranger next to him had started talking.

"–about?"

"Sorry. What did you say? I was distracted." Blaine gave him an apologetic smile and waited for him to repeat himself.

"No worries. Happens all the time. I asked what the poem was about. At least I think it was a poem. That was as much as I could tell. It was in the form of a poem right?" He tilted his head questioningly while he asked. " I wasn't focused on a format. I was focused on the words." A small half-laugh escaped his lips as he waited for a response.

Against his common sense, words started coming out of his mouth before his brain could catch up and stop him. "It's not a poem, it's a song, and yes I wrote it. It's mine. It's not my friend's, and it's most definitely not a stranger's. Which reminds me, why would you read a stranger's paper?"

"Then let's not be strangers." He held out his hand. "Hi, I'm Gavin."

Ohmigod it's Gavin! Truthfully I wanted it to be someone else, but I didn't have the energy. It's easier with just three people until I get to that chapter... You'll see what I'm talking about when I get there. The chapter is written down, I just need my friend to read it and to give me pointers and then UP IT GOES! No one proof-read this chapter so I'm kind of scared...

-xAwakeButDreamingx