A/N Thanks for all the wonderful comments. Hope you like this next chapter. The drama starts!

I don't own Glee.

Chapter Four

Blaine sighed as he looked once more through his wardrobe. Everything in it just looked wrong to him. The dresses and skirts. How was he supposed to wear these and not feel out of place? Sighing he picked out a summer dress not unlike some of the dresses Quinn wore. The lemon yellow would at least be a relief from the barbie pink he had worn today. Looking through his hair accessories he came up with a thin yellow band. Anything to keep his hair out of his face. He had a lot of hair. It was bad enough when he was a boy, but now it was ten times worse because it was right down to his waist and thick with so many curls. He began rummaging through his shoes and found a pair of sandals that didn't have too big a heel but wasn't flat so he wouldn't feel like so much of a midget, which is what he had become. Brittany's association with him being the size of garden gnomes was starting to become a reality. One he didn't like very much.

"You ok sweetheart? You looked upset earlier when Sam left." His mother stepped into his room, perching on the edge of his bed and looking at him with great sympathy.

"Yeah I just had a bit of a rough day." He sat beside his mum who began stroking his hair, smiling at him lovingly. He wasn't really used to his mother coming into his room this often, was this what a relationship between a girl and a mother had? Blaine found he quite liked it, even if it might only be a temporary thing. Tomorrow he might wake up and think this really was only a very bad dream. Well, he hoped anyhow.

"What happened my darling?" His mother asked, looking at him with deep concern lining her face with worry.

Up until this point Blaine had never really talked to his mum about his school life in general. Sure he had told her about the bullying, to some extent at least, but not beyond. She had never seemed all that interested before. For some reason though, looking at his mum he felt for the first time he could divulge his daily troubles. That she would listen and want to help. Chewing his bottom lip he took in a deep ragged breath and let it all out. "Some of the boys at school were harassing me. Sam was kinda my knight in shining armour."

"Oh I know, he always is. He's a good friend, isn't he sweetie?" A small, knowing smile crept onto his mothers face and he frowned slightly, not understanding what it was exactly she was smiling about. He knew his mother had always liked Sam, and was disappointed that he was straight and not Blaine's boyfriend. But then she had never liked Kurt, much to his puzzlement. He had never figured out why. Her smile though was infectious and before he knew it a little grin played his own lips as he thought of his best friend, a warmth blossoming out from his heart into his entire body.

"Yeah. I feel like I can be myself with him. Like he can see me for who I really am. Well, when he's not staring at my... um, hands. My hands." Blaine blushed deeply, not able to look at his mother any longer. He couldn't believe he had even said that. What had he been thinking? There was no way he wanted his mum to know those kinds of things. No way.

"Oh honey I know he stares at your breasts, he's not very subtle your Sammy, is he?"

His jaw dropped, blushing even further, his face feeling like it was on fire. His mum really thought that he and Sam were an item? It's not that he hadn't thought of it, he had had many a daydream about he and Sammy being together. What his lips would feel like pressed against his own, how warm it would be in Sam's arms as he made love to him. He had pictured it all in his head. But having his mother thinking it a reality made it all the more scary to him. Could it be a possibility? Could Sam really like him, love him? And what would happen if and when he turned back into a man? Would Sam stop loving him? Would he be unable to love him any longer? No he couldn't put himself through that torture. Sam was not, and never would be his, no matter how much he wanted him. But at the same time he couldn't stop thinking about the slightest possibility and a hope he had never dared hope for started to become all the more real to him. "He's not mine mum." Blaine mumbled, an ache spreading in his chest.

"Are you sure?" His mother inquired, stroking her hand over his left cheek and smiling warmly down at him.

"He's just my friend."

"Of course he is my darling." She pressed a kiss on his forehead and he gulped the sudden lump in his throat down, his thoughts a jumbled mass of confusion all about Sam. Would he ever be able to call Sam his? Ever? "Oh and sweetie? I heard you talking to Kurt earlier, honey I wouldn't pin your hopes on that one if I were you." Rolling his eyes he gave mum a slight scowl. He knew that could never happen whilst he was a girl. He wasn't an idiot.

"Mum I know he's gay, you don't need to tell me. I just wanted to talk to him about something but he didn't want to listen anyway so you have nothing to worry about in that respect."

"Ok. Good night my love."

"Night mum." Waving his mum left the room and he flopped down onto the bed heavily, sighing loudly to himself and wishing for a miracle to occur. A miracle that would allow the one person in this world that he, dare he say it, loved, to see him, to want him, to love him in return.

"So I, um, I'll see you later Blaine. Bye." Sam called out as he rushed away in haste from his car, leaving Blaine to wiggle out of his truck and jump down without killing himself. Sam had acted really peculiarly this morning, and just when Blaine had thought he had gotten over the fact that Blaine was a girl. Maybe he was hoping I would have changed back? He's not the only one. I know it's freaking me out, let alone poor old Sammy. He probably doesn't know where to look or what to say to me anymore. He's probably really confused about his best friend being a girl the size of Thumbellina.

Sighing, Blaine padded wearily towards his locker, wishing that he could go back to a time when things were less complicated both on the inside and the outside. He had never realised quite how much primping girls did. His mother had come in this morning to do his hair. It had taken almost an hour. He was no stranger on taking time over his hair but this morning had to have been a new record. He felt like he had so many products in his hair that he must weigh twice what he did when he got out of bed this morning. It felt like it did when Sue Sylvester put cement in his hair gel. It was not a nice feeling.

"Hey gorgeous, what are you doing later?" A dark skinned jock leant against the locker beside his and he rolled his eyes. Here I go again. It was constant. Wherever he went as a girl he seemed to get some sort of guy give him pick up lines. When he had gone to fetch milk from the corner shop yesterday for his mother the cashier had asked him for coffee. It was starting to get really tiring, really fast.

"Staying away from you." He told him pointedly, not even glancing at the boy as he pulled the folder he needed for his next class and closing his locker. Twisting around he found he was pinned in between this boy and the lockers and frowned deeply.

"Oh come now, I can show you a good time. You know I'm good for it." His leering smile made Blaine almost want to gag. He had thought Sebastian had been bad but he had been nothing compared to this. This was just, well, gross. He looped his head under the jocks arm and started to walk away, feeling a hand grip his slender arm tightly and he twirled back to glare icily at this boy.

"Get lost." He spat out, tugging his arm to no avail. The boys grip would not relent.

"You're so sexy when you're angry."

Blaine barked out a laugh, his mouth still down turned in a scowl. "In your dreams."

"Yes you are, and I'm doing all sorts of things to you, and you know what, you like them all." The jock whispered into his ear and Blaine felt the anger bubbling up from inside him.

"Ugh." Shoving the jock away hard enough for the boy to let go, Blaine almost jogged towards his classroom, determined to find somebody, anybody he knew. Tears springing into his eyes he found his calculus class and shakily sat down, the reality of what had just happened only now dawning on him and he wished in his heart for Sam to come and find him.

Sam watched Blaine from further down the corridor, talking with one of the football players. She didn't look overly happy from the slight frown on her face and Sam thought it made her look all the more adorable. Here there was, this tiny person and she looked like she was about to bite the jocks head off. The smile was quickly wiped from his face as he remembered. Inside that petite girl was really his best friend. His best guy friend. Sam's relationships with girls had never been that great and none of them had ever lasted for very long. But Blaine was different. He was a guy and he was his friend. Blaine understood him. His relationship with Blaine was the closest he had ever been to anybody that wasn't a member of his family. He couldn't risk hurting that. Blaine was Blaine, his friend and nothing more. But how am I going to get over these new weird feelings I have for Blaine? I can't just switch how I feel off.

Just then the newest member of the McKinley staff walked by. The new school nurse. She was kinda hot, not Blaine hot, or even Brittany hot, but she was definitely cute. He turned away from watching his friend and started to sidle up to the nurse.

"Hi, I'm Sam." He smiled widely at the girl in front of him who blinked as though he had bought her out of a daydream.

"Hi Sam."

At a loss for anything to say next, Sam racked his brains as he continued to smile at her, which made her look at him in a puzzled way. "So, er, you're the new school nurse huh?" Smooth Sammy, smooth. No wonder your relationships last so long.

"Yeah, are you here for your injection?" She quizzed him, cocking her head to one side and he suddenly saw that she was holding a box of what looked like vaccinations. He hated needles. Despised them. Gulping, panic spreading over his body his eyes flitted from the box back up to the rather innocent looking face.

"Oh, no. Er, no, I... have somewhere to be. Bye." Running in the opposite direction he didn't stop till she was out of eyesight. Leaning against the wall of the corridor he let out the breath he had been holding in, making him feel a little light headed. Not even this weird thing that was going on with Blaine would make him get an injection. Oh no. That was never going to happen. But she didn't seem repulsed by him and that was a start. Ok, so not the greatest start but better than nothing, right?

Sliding his tray beside his other bestie Tina, Blaine sat down nervously. The football player had not seemed to relent and had even managed to acquire some friends along the way. It was definitely getting worse and he had no idea how to stop them. He needed help and Tina was his only source of information. Well, his best source anyhow. "Tina?" He began nervously.

"Yeah B?" She asked through a mouthful of what was supposed to be macaroni cheese but what Blaine secretly thought was probably rubber made to look like cheese.

"Please tell me you know of a way to get these Neanderthals off my back." Blaine pleaded, looking across the cafeteria and immediately regretting it when the jocks wolf whistled at him. What is wrong with them? I really don't understand why they would even want a midget like me.

"Sorry, no. None of them have ever followed me around. Are they really getting you down? Maybe you should talk to Mr Shue about it?" Tina shrugged, looking sympathetic, to a degree that was.

"What would Mr Shue say though? I can't see him being much help Tey... What's Sam doing?" Blaine's brow furrowed as he spotted Sam talking animatedly with a young person, but too old to be a student. At least Blaine thought so anyway.

Tina craned her neck and laughed when she spotted Sam, pulling herself closer to Blaine so she could whisper in his ear in the gossipy way Tina was known best for. "Oh, looks like he's found his newest female target. She's called Penny. She's the new school nurse."

A sharp stab entered Blaine's heart as he carried on looking at the two having what looked like a really fun time. Sam never looked at him that way. Even as a girl he doesn't want me anyway. I don't know why I even thought it would happen. I'm so stupid. "But..." Blaine blurted out before he could hold it in.

"But what Blainey?" Blaine shook his head and turned back to his congealed meal. The pain only seemed to blossom further as he sat staring at his lunch.

"...Nothing." He whispered poking at his meal but not having any appetite. He didn't even notice when the newest cheerleader Bree came sidling up to their table, he was too far into his own thoughts of why Sam didn't like him.

"Um, can I help you?" Tina inquired of the girl, looking perplexed and more than a little pissed off. She didn't particularly like cheerleaders despite some of her closest friends having actually been cheerleaders in the past.

"Yes you can, you can get your friends skinny ass away from my presence."

"Excuse me?" Blaine asked, irked by everything around him. He had had enough. The jocks, Sam, now this. It was a nightmare beyond proportions.

"You heard me. I don't like you, you're a pain and I don't like pains." Scoffing, Blaine shook his head at the girl. If anyone was being a pain, it was her.

"What have I ever done to you Bree?"

The girl flicked her hair, her cronies giggling behind her. Blaine sneered at them all. This was why he had quit. They were all such bitches. "You exist. That causes problems for me. I don't like problems. If I ever see you talking to Brad or Jayden again, you're going down." He looked at the girls incredulously. Why the hell did Bree even want to talk to those losers? They were complete asses.

"What? I didn't even want to talk to them. They just won't leave me alone. How is that my fault?"

"Well maybe if you stopped dressing like a little slut then they wouldn't want to talk to you, easy pickings. You've had my warning, next time I won't be so nice." Spinning on the spot Bree sashayed off, leaving Blaine agape at her words and more than a little hurt. He wasn't dressed like a slut was he? All he did was wear what was in his wardrobe. Pulling his skirt down unconsciously over his thighs, he looked across at his best friend.

"Do I... do I look like a slut?"

Tina waved off Bree's cruel words with one hand and gave Blaine a pointed stare. "No Blaine, she's just jealous cause you're way prettier than her. Period. Just ignore her, I mean what can she actually do to you anyway?"

"...I guess." He prodded at his food and sighed, pushing it away. It was a congealed mess. No way was he eating that. He jumped when he heard a familiar deep voice drop down beside him on the lunch table.

"Hey what did that cheerleader want?" Sam asked, looking over at Bree curiously.

"To give me a warning."

"About what?" Sam's eyes sharply turned to Blaine directly, gazing intensely at him. It made Blaine feel like curling up into Sam's arms immediately, he looked so protective of him. It bought a warmth to his insides and a small smile spread on his face.

"She wants Blaine to stop looking so hot so the football players won't drool over her any more." Tina laughed as though what she had stated sounded absurd.

Sam snorted loudly. "Like that can ever happen, Blaine's like the hottest piece of ass in this school. Fact." When Blaine raised his eyebrow at Sam's words his fork that had been lifting food into his mouth stopped abruptly and his cheeks tinged with pink. "I mean...um..er...she's a jerk?"

Blaine giggled, relief flowing out of him. He had been so tense all day but as soon as Sam had come to sit by him he was at ease all over again. "Thanks Sammy."

"Er...you're welcome." He shrugged, going back to his food. Oh Sammy, why can't you like me?