A/N: I must really love you guys by giving you another chapter so soon! I'd already had the beginning written and I managed to finish it, and well, here it is! I'm still overwhelmed by the response to this story, thank you guys so much!

And seen as I've been asked a few times, no, you do not need to have seen A Walk to Remember to understand this story. Plus, I know that I'm not following the film exactly because I wanted to make it fit with the characters and make it my own in a way. I hope that's cleared things up for you!

Anyway, moving on, here's the third chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or A Walk to Remember; those rights belong to Mr Ryan Murphy himself and Nicholas Sparks.

Blaine dragged his feet along the corridor, his mind still crowded with thoughts of the pale boy with the flawless hair and amazing hips. Those skinny jeans should be illegal in Blaine's opinion. Come on, he's a teenage boy with raging hormones; he can't help it if his eyes wander down to that area. Kurt should just come with a warning sign or something, you know: do not look down unless you want inappropriate thoughts and a hard on. It's just not fair! Does Kurt even realise what he's doing to him? Well, no, obviously not – Kurt thinks he's straight just like everyone else in this godforsaken school.

It's just one more year, Blaine reminded himself, one more year and then you can walk around as gay as the fourth of July. In all honesty, he wishes he could do that now, but the fear of the consequences of coming out of the closet outweighs the other aspects. He hated being scared but he hated lying more; lying to everyone and himself. He wishes every day that he had the confidence that Kurt did and the courage he had to walk down these corridors each day with his head held high, accepting his sexuality fully. Kurt was everything Blaine wanted to be.

He pulled his leather jacket tighter around his body as he continued the short trip to his locker. He clung to the fabric like it was a lifeline and secretly wished he wasn't wearing it. The jacket came with the image he'd created; he knew he couldn't wear his normal clothes if he wanted to play it straight. He would love nothing more than to wear one of his beloved bowties from his extensive collection. Yes, collection. He has multiple draws dedicated to his bowties, his entire set colour coordinated and sorted into sections – plain, spotted, striped, you name it. His bowties were like his children. His hair would also be a lot different if he wore it like he used to; he'd tame the beast upon his head with a generous amount of hair gel. He hated his curls, he really did. He kept them loose for school though, it didn't really look… right with his new appearance when it was plastered down with gel. Nothing looked right anymore when he looked in the mirror, the only thing that hadn't changed was his face. Whenever he stared back into his hazel eyes, he always felt ashamed and disappointed for letting the fear consume him and change him into who he was now.

Blaine sighed softly as he reached his locked and entered his combination.

"Sup, Anderson." Blaine jumped slightly as Puck smacked his shoulder. He shook himself briefly to gain his composure and turned to face his friends with a forced smile gracing his features.

"Hey guys, what's going on?" he greeted with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. Puck and Karofsky grinned widely in return while Mike and the three Cheerios looked on with worry etched into their faces.

"Is Sam okay?" Quinn asked with what looked like genuine concern.

"Yeah," Karofsky broke in, "we heard Richardson took you to Figgins. You didn't rat us out did you?" he accused jokingly, though his eyes were becoming vaguely threatening. Blaine shrunk back slightly, a familiar feeling beginning to rise in his stomach.

"O-Of course not," Blaine cleared his throat, hoping none of them noticed his slight stutter. "I didn't say anything about you guys being there. The only person who could do that is Sam but I doubt he'll say anything."

Karofsky assessed him for a moment before nodding slightly. "Good."

"So, you took the blame, then?" Mike asked sadly.

"Well, not exactly. Figgins said he'd talk to Sam before they did anything."

"You don't think he'd say anything do you?" Puck asked.

"No, I don't think he would."

"Let's hope not. When will you find out?"

"Today. I have to go to his office now to find out. I have Richardson first so he already knows I'm there." Blaine informed them, grabbing his new books from his locker.

"Cool." Puck offered, smacking his shoulder yet again.

"Hey, look who it is. The resident gay." Karofsky perked up, causing Blaine to jerk his head around. There's only one person it could be and it had to be the one he really didn't want to see right now. He glanced over to where Kurt was making his way down the corridor towards them in those goddamn jeans.

Eyes up, Anderson, he mentally told himself, he can't afford to get those thoughts right now.

"Hey, fairy! You missed us?" Karofsky yelled as Kurt got closer.

"No." Kurt replied instantly and carried on walking, his face scrunched up into a scowl.

"Nice bowtie," Karofsky commented when Kurt came in touching distance, erupting laughter from everyone except Blaine. In actual fact, Blaine loved his bowtie; it was the cutest little thing. He was glad to see someone appreciating the wonderful accessory. His breath hitched as Kurt paused next to them and glanced over. Blaine could seriously get lost in those eyes of his. Were they blue or green?

"Wow, Karofsky, I never took you as the type to appreciate fashion," Kurt replied sarcastically. Blaine had to bite his cheek to stop himself from laughing.

Karofsky faltered slightly before glaring at him. "Who said I was? Bowties are for fags." Blaine had to force himself not to respond to that, he loathed that word and how dare he insult bowties! Bowties are the best thing to ever be created. Blaine was surprised by how Kurt seemed to let the remark roll off him and stare at them with a straight face before walking off. Damn, that boy is really something.

Karofsky grunted in annoyance and turned back to the group. "Fucking fag," he grumbled. Blaine's hand twitched slightly before he quickly distracted himself in shutting his locker.

"I, uh, I better go see Figgins," he stated before pushing past Puck and going in the same direction Kurt had a second ago.

"Good luck, Anderson!" he heard Puck call as he rounded the corner.

He really hated the way Karofsky spoke to Kurt, it always got to him. Karofsky was always the worst when it came to Kurt, the others gave the occasional slur and were usually the ones to dish out the daily slushies, but he always seemed to be that extra bit meaner. Blaine's never understood what exactly Karofsky had against Kurt, it's almost like he's made it his mission to make his life a living hell. Blaine desperately wanted to say something every time Karofsky shot his slurs at Kurt or shoved him into lockers because damn they looked painful and Blaine knew full well that they were.

"Ah, Mr Anderson," Figgins stated as he entered his office and Blaine offered him a nod in return as he sat down opposite him. "So, I talked to Mr Evans whilst he was in the nurse's office yesterday."

"And?" Blaine prompted when he didn't continue.

"He refused to say anything," Blaine's heart dropped because he knew what was coming next. "Which means, there's nothing else I can do, therefore, I will have to give you the punishment seen as you were the only one at the scene." Blaine nodded mutely, refusing to meet his gaze.

"First," Oh, God, Blaine thought to himself, there's more than one. "You will spend the next two weeks in detention after school with Mr Richardson." Figgins raised one finger, "Second," he raised another, "you will help with the tutoring which is taking place on Saturday's for the next few weeks because I know you are in fact, according to you records, very intelligent. And third," he raised a final finger, "Mr Schuster is looking for more members for Glee Club along with cast members for this year's school musical, so for your final punishment, you will join both. No exceptions. You may leave now." Figgins concluded, not even bothering to wait for an answer before dismissing him.

Blaine silently rose from his seat and swiftly excited his office. He went through the punishments one by one in his head.

Detention; okay, that wasn't so bad. Tutoring; again, not so bad. He would praise himself with the fact that he is a straight A student. Glee Club; oh, wow. Blaine would be lying if he said he wasn't the slightest bit happy when Figgins said those two words because, in all honestly, Blaine's wanted to join that club since the beginning and now he had an excuse to actually be there. The school play wasn't so bad either.

Blaine smiled widely whilst making his way down the now empty corridors with a little bounce in his step. So far, he's really liking senior year.

A/N: Okay, there we go! Hope you all liked it! I'm going to try and update every week if I can but all my college work may hinder that!

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