A/N: Sorry this took a while. Enjoy!
About a week or so after Blaine's mother had found them a decent place to live in Lima, Ohio and selling their old house, the small family of two began their big move. The house had two stories, and despite how large it looked on the outside, it was actually quite small.
Blaine's room and his mother's room were upstairs. His mother's was down the hall, and Blaine's was connected with the guest room by a double door bathroom. On the lower floor were the kitchen, living room, and dining room.
The day they moved out of their previous house was quite hectic. For some reason, Blaine's mother was in a huge rush. He guessed it was because she was excited. As he picked up two rather large boxes and began lugging them into the house, he noticed a girl in the yard next to theirs staring at him with a huge grin on her face.
He set the boxes down gently and straightened himself again, shooting her a confused look and a short wave. The short girl had long brunette colored hair and big brown eyes. The smile quickly faded from her face and she turned and sprinted into her house. What the hell? Oh well, crazy neighbor. Blaine thought to himself with a sigh before lifting the boxes again and making the rest of his way into the house.
As him and his mom finally got all of the boxes into the house, she told him to go up into his new room, rest for a bit, and figure out where he wanted some of things to go. He complied happily; his arms were kind of tired from lifting so much stuff. He skipped every other step of the stairs, quickly reaching his room.
Blaine glanced around a bit, enjoying that he had a rather large window. Maybe I can sneak out every once in a while. He thought with a snicker, but he doubted he'd ever do anything to worry his mom.
Flopping down on his sheet-less bed with a groan, Blaine stared up at the ceiling. He knew that he'd be starting at McKinley High School the following Monday, and it was now Saturday. As he remembered his perfect life at Dalton, Blaine realized that going to a public school was going to be so much more different. He sat up slowly, his muscles still somewhat achy.
As he lifted himself up, he happened to take a glance out his window before turning around. However, his short glimpse of the outside was a shock to him. He did a double-take before realizing that his neighbor had a window right across from his, and that she was staring right at him. He took a step closer to the window and reached to open it, doing it cautiously. She did the same thing and waved at him before calling out.
"Hi!" she hollered a bit too loudly.
"Umm, hi?" Blaine responded, loads quieter than her to prove that she didn't have to be so loud.
"I see you just moved in next door. My name is Rachel Berry! I'm a sophomore at McKinley High and I've lived here for years with my two gay dads." She stated with a twirl of her hair.
Blaine smirked. "Blaine Anderson. I'm a freshman, and I just moved here of course. I start at McKinley on Monday." He replied with a winning smile.
Rachel blushed lightly and glanced down before staring back at him. "Cool! Hey, do you wanna come over tomorrow? I'll tell you a bit about McKinley and the kind of people that are there and maybe you can tell me a little bit about where you came from?" she suggested.
"Sure, I'd be happy to do that. I'd have to ask my mom, but I'm sure she'll say yes. She's probably hoping that I'll make fast friends with a couple of people at least."
"Great! Alright, see you tomorrow at around 1 if she does say yes. Bye, Blaine." She bid him goodbye before shutting the window and closing her bright pink curtains.
Man, I am DEFINITELY going to need to get me some curtains. Blaine thought with a shake of his head.
Monday came fast for Blaine. After spending most of his Sunday at Rachel's house talking to her about Westerville, he found that he barely had enough time to get ready for the next day.
Walking through the front doors of McKinley a good 30 minutes before class would start, he noticed that the school was simply disgusting. There was an occasional crumpled paper on the ground every few steps he took, and some spots on the floor were stickier than others. Most of the lockers were full of graffiti and a couple of students he saw dressed like they were homeless. Blaine knew that this wasn't going to be anything like Dalton, where the uniforms were always prim and clean. He was very well dressed in a polo shirt, bowtie, loafers, and cuffed pants. Sadly, he knew he probably dressed better than half the school.
Walking while staring down and studying his class schedule, he found himself bumping directly into Rachel, almost knocking her over. He quickly reached out and grabbed her upper arms, steadying her carefully. She gasped and froze, then quickly smiled at him.
"Hey Blaine!" she greeted him and touched his shoulder lightly. "Mind if I see your schedule?"
Before Blaine could even give her an answer, the short girl grabbed it out of his hands and began going over it, smiling broadly. "Well, we don't have any real classes together except lunch, but that's alright! At least we can have more time to socialize." She nodded her head in a happy way and patted Blaine on the arm.
Blaine nodded back at her and forced a smile. He knew he really shouldn't be annoyed by Rachel since she was the only person he actually could talk to, but he couldn't help it. She talked a lot, and mostly about herself.
After about 2 minutes of listening to Rachel and adding a few "yeahs" and "uh-huhs", she suddenly grew silent, as did the rest of the hallway. Blaine looked up from staring at the floor mindlessly and gazed ahead of him.
A group of girls in what looked to be cheerleading uniforms were led by a tall (well, taller than Blaine) chestnut-haired boy dressed in a male cheerleading uniform. On his right was a fierce looking Latina, and on his left was a sassy looking dark-skinned girl.
The boy at the head of the herd had his nose turned up at everyone, and surprisingly nobody dared tell him anything. He had a very visible smirk on his face, as did the rest of those who were following him. As they practically marched down the hall in sync, the large crowd in the hall split for them.
Blaine raised an eyebrow, then rolled his eyes and sighed before glaring back at the group. Nothing like this ever happened at Dalton. Sure, the Warblers were just as close to high school fame as this crew was, but nothing like this had ever happened to their group, and no one was ever treated above anyone else.
Rachel grabbed Blaine with a huff and quickly began pulling him away. Blaine didn't wanna be there anyway and found himself shrugging Rachel off and following just as quick as she was storming. She soon found a table outside for them to sit at, and shoved herself down, arms crossed. Blaine eyed her questioningly and she turned to him with a sigh.
"If you MUST know, that was Kurt Hummel leading that posse. He just got promoted to head cheerleader last week and he's been acting like royalty. People are even treating him like royalty! I don't get it… I actually have TALENT! I should be the one splitting crowds of fans…" She mumbled the last sentence glancing up at Blaine every few moments.
Blaine chuckled lightly and Rachel shot him a look of shock and a small slap to his arm. "I'm sorry Rachel, I just, I still don't get what you're trying to tell me here. I could tell he thought he was better than everyone. All of those girls gave me bad vibes, too. Especially the two next to him. But why exactly are you so upset?"
Rachel stared at the floor, not meeting the boy's honey eyes. "Well, the thing is. Kurt, and the girl on his left, Mercedes Jones, used to be total losers, like me."
"You're not a loser, Rachel."
She smiled briefly before continuing, "Everyone thinks I am. Kurt used to be an even bigger loser, and that's kind of what ticks me off. You see, freshman year, both Kurt and Mercedes were in Glee Club with me."
Blaine's eyes widened slightly. Glee Club?
"As soon as Kurt got here, people bullied him because of his voice and the way he dressed. Mercedes wasn't really being bullied; she was just tired of always being at the bottom. We Glee kids were really the only people who accepted Kurt and he often reached out to us, but recently this year… Well, he started having an even worse attitude to us and he brushed us off for practically everything. Him and Mercedes stopped participating in our Glee meetings all together. Then one day, they just told Mr. Schuester, our director, that they were quitting Glee to join the Cheerios, the cheerleading team. I have you know that the team is led by Coach Sylvester, who has been trying to destroy us all of last year and this year. Well, after that, they cut off all contact with us and stopped being interested in what we were doing, and they even started being cruel to us, like we're lesser than them." Rachel ranted, but this time, Blaine listened intently, making appropriate faces for everything at this shocking news.
What the hell? I would NEVER do that to the Warblers! They're my friends! This is just… insane. Who knew public school could be so… dramatic? I feel like Dalton was just a protective prison from everything real now… Blaine shook himself of his thoughts and turned to look at Rachel again.
"What about that other mean-looking girl next to Kurt? The one on his right?"
"UGH. That's Santana Lopez. She's been on the Cheerios since last year, she's always been popular. But this year, she joined the club with two others, Quinn Fabray and Brittany Pierce. I do have an idea of why they joined, but I'll get to that later… Well, despite the fact that she's in Glee, she doesn't get pushed around or anything because she's in the Cheerios. I think the club would be better off without her."
"Ok. What. The. Hell? That "Kurt Hummel" and "Mercedes Jones" need to get their shit straight." Blaine responded angrily, adding hand quotations around their names and shocking even himself with his use of foul language.
Rachel giggled. "I agree with you, y'know." She replied, nodding.
"And maybe if that Kurt Hummel wasn't such a stuck up bi-"
Blaine was silenced by a freezing splash of flavored ice to his face.
He heard Rachel gasp and leap up to tend to him, and he stayed very still, quite in shock of what had just happened.
Laughter could be heard in the background of his clouded mind, and it forced him to snap back to reality. He cleared his eyes of the slush with his hands and reluctantly opened them, watching as a large boy wearing a Letterman jacket walked backwards and shouted at him.
"Welcome to my school, new kid! Next time you have the balls to talk shit about my boyfriend, make sure I'm not in earshot, or the fury's gonna find you!" he called, pointing at his left fist with his right hand. He cackled to himself as he turned around and stalked off.
After processing what the huge jock had just told him, he slowly turned to Rachel and she had a small smirk on her face. Blaine sighed.
"Really, Rachel? I don't think that was funny. It was actually very humiliating. Nothing like that has ever happened to me in my entire life." He spat at her angrily before shaking his head to try and get some of the drink out of it. He could already feel it sticking to his face and clothes. God knew what it would do to his perfectly gelled hair.
"I'm sorry, Blaine. It's just; almost all of the "losers" in Glee Club have gotten that treatment already. It's a daily thing for some of us, and if you keep being seen with me, that's all you'll be getting. Are you sure you even wanna be friends?" she looked at him sadly as she spoke.
Blaine shook his head in disapproval. "Of course I do, Rachel. Social status doesn't matter to me, nor does the treatment I get for being friends with someone."
Rachel grinned. "Good, because you'll get used to that soon." She replied, giggling at him. "Now, let's go get you all cleaned up so we won't be late for first period."
"Alright." Blaine got up from his seat and walked slowly with Rachel as the cold from the ice slipped through his clothes.
After a few minutes of walking in silence, Blaine broke it.
"So, what were you saying about Glee Club?"
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