A/N: Happy Holidays everyone! I hope you all had an amazing Christmas (or any other festivities in which you celebrate) and you can say this is my (late) present to you guys!

I know there's been a slight delay but my deadline for my college project was the other week so I'd been so busy trying to get everything finished. But it's done now, so I've had time to write but on top of that there's been Christmas so I didn't have as much time as I would've liked.

I'm still overwhelmed by the response to this story, especially on twitter! So, thank you guys. And I'd like to say a special thank you to Sophie (Sophie-Klainebows) who has left me the sweetest reviews and actually gone and read all of my other fanfictions along with reviewing each and every one. So, thank you for the support, Sophie! You are incredibly sweet.

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

Tapping his pencil impatiently against the wooden desk, Blaine stared intolerantly at the clock ticking almost mockingly above Mr Richardson's head. His essay sat complete before him, his elbow perched beside it with his chin resting on the palm of his hand. He should really avoid looking at the clock since it only resulted in time going even slower. Blaine reluctantly averted his gaze to the posters stuck purposely on the walls yet again. He sighed dejectedly and dropped his head into his arms; there are only so many times a person can read about connotations.

"Have you finished that essay of yours?" Mr Richardson's voice interrupted the silence, his eyes boring into mass of curls enveloping the boys face. Blaine's head snapped up, his eyes slightly wide from the sudden shock of his teachers question. He straightened up before calmly addressing the question at hand.

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Give it to me now and I'll mark it for you for tomorrow. I'll prepare another essay for you to do during tomorrow's detention."

"But sir, we've literally only just started reading the novel. How can you possibly have essays already?" Blaine asked.

Mr Richardson chuckled lightly. "You'd be surprised by how many I have for each chapter, Blaine. Plus, I know for a fact you are incredibly intelligent, Blaine, despite the way you act in school, so I know it won't be too hard for you. Make sure you read the first chapter fully tonight." Blaine stared at him for a matter of seconds, his expression conveying guilt after 'the way you act' comment. He rose silently, his essay in hand and gave it to his teacher.

"Can I go now?"

"Just hold on a second." He turned in his chair so he was facing his student directly. "Blaine, listen, it's your senior year, your final year, and I think you should start thinking about making a couple of changes." Richardson held Blaine's gaze letting the words sink in.

"Changes?" Blaine replied hesitantly.

"Yes. Blaine, I know for a fact that you're not the one who should be here right now, don't try to deny it. I can tell you aren't that comfortable around your friends, it's been obvious since the beginning. I think maybe it's time you started experiencing other things, started spending time with other kinds of people. I know you're going to leave here with great grades, you're an amazing student, Blaine and I think it's time you realised that. It's your senior year so I think you should make the most of it." Richardson concluded his semi-rehearsed speech and Blaine remained silent, his mouth slightly a gap.

How was he meant to reply to that? He already knew everything he'd just been told but he wasn't planning on doing anything about it. He'd never realised he'd made his discomfort obvious, Blaine prided himself in being able to create this mask and it never occurred to him that people could see through the cracks. Until now.

"Um… Well… Thanks, I guess. I, um… Figgins' has put me in glee club as part of this punishment so I guess I can meet new people there, right?" Blaine awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, looking anywhere but his teacher.

"Right. Think about what I said, okay? Just… Don't screw it up, Blaine," Richardson smiled up at him, his eyes reflecting the sincerity in the words.

"I will," Blaine gave him a small but genuine smile in return and hastily left the room.

What just happened? He asked himself as he headed down the deserted corridor. He'd never expected anyone, especially Richardson, to see through this façade he'd created and to say he was shocked would be a complete understatement. While he was overwhelmed with the realisation that his so called 'secret' wasn't as much of a secret as he thought, Blaine also felt like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. He was actually kind of happy that someone else knew but it left with the fear of who else had worked it out. He wouldn't –

What was that? Blaine slowed his pace as a small tinkering noise interrupted his thoughts, the sound getting louder as he crept towards an open door. He quietly looked into the room and his breath hitched at the sight.

Kurt Hummel was sat alone in the choir room, that fine ass of his perched upon the piano stool as his fingers danced over the keys. What was he doing here so late? Blaine wondered. All he could do was stare and he was most definitely not prepared for what happened next. Kurt started singing.

Something has changed within me
Something is not the same
I'm through with playing by the rules
Of someone else's game

Blaine was completely absorbed by the angelic sound that poured from that perfect mouth and stood awestruck by the purity of his voice.

Too late for second-guessing
Too late to go back to sleep
It's time to trust my instincts
Close my eyes: and leap!

It's time to try defying gravity
I think I'll try defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye I am defying gravity
And you won't bring me down!

He knew Kurt's voice alone was memorising but when he sings, it was just beautiful. So beautiful it made Blaine want to cry; screw it, he was crying. As stupid as that sounds, the tears were brimming his eyes as the emotion in Kurt's voice came at him at full force.

I'm through accepting limits
'Cause someone says they're so
Some things I cannot change
But till I try, I'll never know!

Too long I've been afraid of
Losing love I guess I've lost
Well, if that's love
It comes at much too high a cost!

I'd sooner buy defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye I'm defying gravity
I think I'll try defying gravity
And you won't bring me down!

Blaine had heard many versions of this classic song, but Kurt's was by far the best he'd heard and he knew for a fact that he will never hear someone sing it better that him. His voice was projecting his emotions and allowing Blaine to see, no feel, what he was feeling. He could tell that there was a connection between this song and Kurt himself and he could sense his happiness with how he confidently belted out the notes. Speaking of notes, if Blaine could remember rightly, there was a high F in this song. Holy shit, could Kurt sing that high?

I'd sooner buy defying gravity
Kiss me goodbye I'm defying gravity
I think I'll try defying gravity
And you won't bring me down!
Bring me down!
Ohh ohhh ohhhh!

He could. Oh, my God, Kurt just sang a high F. A high fucking F. Is he for real? There was no way that just happened. Blaine pinched himself on the arm. Yep, that actually just happened. Can he get anymore perfect?

"You've still got it," Kurt said brightly to the 'empty' room and smiled proudly. Blaine smiled too as if Kurt's was contagious. He jumped slightly as Kurt went to get up and forced himself to move. He didn't want to get caught invading something that was obviously meant to be private. He broke into a run after he turned the corner with the reassurance that he was far enough away to not be heard.

Kurt Hummel will be the death of him, for sure.

"Thanks for doing this, Blaine," Quinn said from the passenger seat of his car. She'd asked, well demanded is probably a better word choice, for Blaine to give her a ride home because she conveniently didn't drive to school herself today. Blaine knew full well that she did that on purpose since Quinn knew he got out of detention the same time Cheerio practice did. And Blaine being the gentleman that he is, he couldn't say no, hence their current position.

"It's no bother, you're on my way anyway," Blaine replied, focussing on the road ahead and forcing a smile on his face. The drive was awkward, to say the least, and Blaine was relieved when they finally pulled up outside her house.

"Here you go. I'll see you at school," Blaine offered politely, his forced smile returning. It dropped slightly when Quinn made no move to get out of the car.

"My parents aren't home, if you want to come inside."

Blaine sighed irritably, here we go again. "Look, Quinn, nothing's changed. It's over, okay? I'm sorry, but we both know it wasn't working out."

Quinn looked at him like she was about to explode. "Yeah, fine. Whatever," and with that, she angrily undid he belt, got out of the car and slammed, like really slammed the door. He watched her retreating figure and sighed hoping that this time Quinn had finally got the message. He knew it probably wasn't likely, but he could hope, right?

A/N: There you go, chapter 4! I really hope you liked it and I plan on posting the next chapter next weekend.

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