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Things can Only get Better
I need another story
something to get off my chest
my life gets kinda boring
Need something that I can confess
After that first day my life became somewhat of a blur. I did things mechanically and just went through the motions. I hid in my dorm at all times or stole away into a secluded spot in the library. My classes were harder but the extra work kept my mind off of things, for a short while at least. My biggest problem was that I just didn't know what to do with myself. The big bad sarcastic bitchy confident person I once was just didn't exist anymore. I felt as if it had been buried away behind endless walls of insecurity and sadness.
The students at Dalton were polite and courteous but none had actually approached me with the intention of becoming friends. Not that I really gave them a chance too, but it was a new kind of lonely, a self inflicted one but lonely none the less. The only time there was a break in my solitude was in French. Monsieur Serge was the only teacher I ever knew to spend the entire class talking to just one student, and that happened to be me. Of course the entire conversation was spoken to in French, as that seemed to be the cause of his favoritism, none the less it was nice to have someone to talk to. Another odd thing that always seemed to happen is that helmet hair, the boy from the first day, would always be staring at me with a dopy dazed expression. To be honest it freaked me out, nobody had ever looked at me like that and it was extremely uncomfortable.
Needless to say I did very well in that class, even with the distractions. In fact I made a 100% on every assignment so far, so I should have seen it coming. I really should have.
…Glee…
'Til all my sleeves are stained red
From all the truth that I've said
Come by it honestly I swear
Thought you saw me wink, no
I've been on the brink, so
When the final bell rang signaling classes were over, I slowly began to back my notebooks into my satchel. Pointedly not looking at anyone, I began to make my way out of the class.
"Mon petit Chou, will you stay back for a moment I have something I need to ask you?" I looked up towards the teacher who was smiling fondly at me. I nodded and retook my seat and waited for the rest of the class to depart.
Once all of the students had departed, Monsieur Serge turned towards me with a fond expression, "Now I know you have only been at this school for two weeks but your French is absolutely flawless. The best I have ever seen from someone who has never actually lived in France like myself." I blushed at the compliment. "There is a student who is dangerously close to flunking out of this course, due to his grades he will be pulled out of all of his extracurricular activities not to mention how badly his GPA will suffer. He had begged me to find him a tutor and I think you are the perfect candidate for the job. What do you say?" I stared at him curiously considering my options. If I said yes I would have to spend time with a stranger and if I said no I could just go back and hide in my dorm. "Oh and this will be added to your transcript and will look great on any application for college."
Tell me what you want to hear
Something that were like those years
I'm sick of all the insincere
So I'm gonna give all my secrets away
This time
Don't need another perfect lie
Don't care if critics ever jump in line
I'm Gonna give all my secrets away
I nodded, that was true it would look good on a college application. "Who is he?" I asked curiously.
Monsieur Serge smiled brightly, "Blaine Anderson."
Pretty in Pink? At least his parents had good taste, if he was raised by watching classic movies how bad could he be? Besides according to Monsieur Serge I would only see him three times a week. Little did I know that this was only the beginning. Blaine would end up becoming someone who I could not ever live without. Blaine would be the one who would know all of my secrets who broke down all of my barriers. He would be the one who made me realize that things can only get better.
…Glee…
My God, amazing how we got this far
It's like were chasing all those stars
Who's driving shiny big black cars
That evening, I made my way to the canteen thinking about if I would eat in the Library or just go straight to my dorm. I entered the grand room and got in line, I grabbed a small salad and was about to make my way out when two boys stepped in front of me. It took a moment but I finally realized that they were the two people who sat next to helmet hair.
"Hi! I'm David and this is Wes, we were wondering if you'd want to come sit with us?" The caramel colored boy pointed in the direction of helmet hair and a few other guys who were talking animatedly with each other.
"?" The Asian boy drawled out, pulling out the biggest puppy dog eyes I have ever seen.
I nodded slowly not being able to say no to the look, but immediately became concerned when both sets of eyes lit up mischievously.
"Ahem" All the guys at the table, except helmet hair, turned towards me as Wes cleared his throat. "Everyone, this is the new kid, Kurt Hummel." I rolled my eyes, great introduction. "Kurt this is everyone."
"Hi?" I said regretting how weak it sounded. From the sound of my voice helmet hair turned towards me so fast I swear he got whiplash. Our eyes met and I swear it was the weirdest sensation I have ever felt. His eyes were a deep hazel that, though they looked nervous, pulsed out waves of peaceful calmness that made the stress of the past few weeks feel a little less heavy. I shook my head trying to regain my bearings and sat down ignoring the smirking Wes and David.
"Hey Kurt, names Thad!" The tall boy next to me said and turned so he could shake my hand. I took it gently and shook, before turning back to my food. I wasn't really hungry anymore. These guys reminded me of New Directions, and the sting of their betrayal was still in my heart.
"So Kurt what brings you to Dalton?" a boy named Jeff asked curiously. I had not thought about what I was going to tell people if they asked, least of all a bunch of guys. So naturally being the emotionally worn person I am at the moment I froze.
"Jeff! Some people don't just share their life story after talking for ten minutes learn some manners!" Helmet hair shouted quickly coming to the rescue. He turned toward me and held out a hand, "Blaine Anderson."
Well. That was unexpected. So helmet hair was the one failing French, small world. I looked up from his hand and saw that the entire table had gone silent. "Oh shit, I said that out loud didn't I?" Everyone promptly burst out laughing including me, which was so odd considering I had barely smiled since…
"Bwahaha, yup that's our Blaine. Hair so gelled it protects him from head injuries." chuckled David.
Clearing my throat trying to gain back some of my dignity, I shook his hand. Blaine 'Helmet Hair' Anderson shot me a blindingly happy smile. "Kurt Hummel, your new French tutor."
…Glee…
And everyday I see the news
All the problems we could solve
And when a situation rises
Just write it into an album
It turns out that Blaine really needed to take his own advice. He. Won't. Leave. Me. Alone. So I think it is perfectly fine that I get all diva bitch on him. It's his own fault for not minding his own business. By the third tutoring session, I was desperate for him to stop being so friendly. He kept trying to be my friend. I had already learned that nothing positive comes out of friendship, he just needed to stop. I suppose it was my fault too, I should have never agreed to come sit with them that night. It was a lapse of judgment that I regret. Though at this point I just wanted to kill Blaine then anything else
"Stop it Anderson. I am your tutor not your friend quit trying to patronize me. Let's just finish your French so you can leave." I snapped. I cannot stand this guy, but he has gotten under my skin.
"Nope, I am going to keep annoying you till you become my friend, or at the very least tell me something interesting about yourself." He replied his tone cocky but his hazel eyes held concern. I took a deep breath; I was not in the mood to deal with this type of idiocy. He was being as persistent as Dad when he could tell I had a bad day of school. I smiled fondly; oddly the memory had no attachment of sadness, just one of resignation and past happiness. I turned towards Blaine and heaved a sigh, fine, I can bargain.
"If you finish the assignment and get NOTHING wrong, I will let you ask one question that I will answer." He smiled brightly his face lit up joyfully, and I couldn't stop my subconscious mind from thinking how adorable he looked.
"You, Mr. Hummel, have got yourself a deal." He held out his hand and I grasped it and shook it lightly. The feel of his calloused hand against mine made my heart flip…in a good way. As odd as it was this annoying curly haired boy was making things feel normal again/
Got no reason
Got no shame
Got no family
I can blame
Just don't let me disappear
I'ma tell you everything
About twenty minutes later Blaine finished his work and was beaming at me as I went over it and found no mistakes. With a small smile, I looked at him and nodded. "You're getting better at this. A deals a deal, ask away." He was staring at me with a dazed expression on his face.
"You should smile more; it makes you look really beautiful." Blaine said dreamily, I felt my face heat up and I cleared my throat nervously. The sound seemed to bring him out of his stupor and his cheeks tinted a light pink. "A-anyway, why did you transfer here in the middle of the semester?" he asked tilting his head to the side like a curious dog.
"That, Blaine, is a very deeply layered question that I don't feel comfortable telling you about.: He looked ready to object by I cut him off, "Although if you were to put a label on it I suppose you could say it was for family reasons." Isn't that the truth, Dad dies then my homophobic grandparents send me away, sounds like the plot of some cheesy have assed melodrama.
Blaine just nodded sadly acting as if he understood the situation; a sudden flair of irritation flew through me. "Why do you think you understand?" I said softly trying to keep my voice under control.
"Your parents didn't like the thought of you being gay." He said quietly like it was a secret that should never be said out loud.
"Excuse me but my parents loved me very much and never had a problem with my orientation!" I snarled. He looked at me with hurt shining through his eyes. I stood and began to close books and placing them on my desk. I took a deep breath and turned towards Blaine, "I'm sorry I didn't mean to yell…"
He looked up at me his frown turned into a full blown out smile, "I know how you can make it up to me." He said with a gleam in his eyes, I cocked an eyebrow in question. "Come to a Warblers meeting with me." Before I could even respond he gathered all his things and ran out my dorm room calling out he'd come to get me tomorrow when it was time.
…Glee…
All my secrets away
It was only later on that night when I was in bed about to drift off to sleep, did I realize that he had gotten more information out of me then I wanted to share. It left me feeling troubled to say the least. I barely knew Blaine but it seemed that he made it his mission to know everything about me. He is definitely the only person who has gone out of their way to get to know me. That night I fell asleep pondering the mystery of Blaine 'Helmet Hair' Anderson. The boy I had only known for a few weeks but was determined to find out my secrets.
All my secrets away
Hello Readers! This is definitely the fastest update I have ever done! I had an idea but I am not sure if I want to do it. I thought about putting in a Blaine interlude for the next few chapters. Leave a comment so I can see how you guys feel about it!
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Hopefully no tears this chapter! C'mon guys Kurt didn't cry he only wanted to commit murder (Poor Helmet HairXDDDD)
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Oh and does anyone know of anything interesting to do in Tennessee? I'm going there on Vacation this weekend and week. I realllllly don't wanna but…