A/N: Before I start this chapter I just want to say thank you to all of you that have been reading, reviewing and supporting this story. It really means a lot to me so thank you so much!
Blaine was freaking out; it was his first day at a new school and he wasn't sure how to handle it. Usually he was calm and collected but this time he felt like he was losing his mind. Sure, he had Kurt, Finn and the other boys but he just had a really bad feeling. He almost tumbled down the stairs when he realized they were going to be late and he literally ran into Kurt, who was just going up the stairs to get him.
"Oh god, I'm sorry! I got distracted, are we late? We should-"
"Blaine, calm down. We're not late but we do have to leave." Kurt giggled and Blaine nodded. "Are you okay?"
"I'm nervous."
"Don't worry, dude, everything will be fine." Finn said as he walked past them to get to the door. Blaine nodded again. Kurt, seeing that Blaine was probably glued to the spot, grabbed his wrist and pulled him out to the car. Finn had already called shotgun, leaving Blaine to sit in the back with his anxiety. He wrung his hands nervously and tried his best to calm down but that wasn't really working very well. When they arrived at William McKinley High School he took a deep breath before exiting the car.
"Welcome to McKinley!" Kurt said with obviously fake enthusiasm. They walked inside and Blaine's anxiety went through the roof.
Students and teachers were hurrying through the halls to get their schedules and lockers and find their first class. He unconsciously grabbed the strap of Kurt's bag so he didn't lose the countertenor in the crowded hallways. Kurt led him to the gymnasium so they could get their schedules and he had to pry Blaine's hands from his bag so he could go to his own line since schedules were being handed out at various tables by last name. Schedules in hand, they made their way through the halls to find two empty lockers, preferably right next to each other. Blaine almost cheered when Kurt found two lockers together and popped their locks onto them.
"Do you think you'll be okay? You look like a deer in headlights." Kurt smiled softly and Blaine chuckled nervously.
"I'm not used to public school anymore; I was at Dalton for a year and a half. I'm sure I'll survive, though."
"Well you have my number so text me if you need to."
"Thanks Kurt." The countertenor nodded once before heading down the hall to his class. "Let the madness begin."
"You speak French perfectly." This was probably the fourth time Blaine had said that and Kurt giggled.
"Thank you, again." The two were making their way through the cafeteria, trying to find everyone else. Blaine had handled his first day well and was relieved to see that Kurt was in his French class. The countertenor had blown him away with his perfect accent and pronunciation and he couldn't help but compliment him on it. Kurt must've spotted someone because he veered to the right and Blaine almost tripped over himself in his attempt to follow. He plopped down at a table with Finn, the boys and a few girls he hadn't met yet.
"Hey Blaine!" Sam greeted, practically shoving Puck over so Blaine could sit down.
"So this is Blaine?" A Latina in a cheerleading uniform asked, biting her lip. "He's definitely a catch."
"Santana, he doesn't play for your team." Kurt said nonchalantly. She rolled her eyes.
"Just ignore Santana. I'm Mercedes." She smiled brightly.
"Nice to meet you."
"Blaine, Kurt was telling me that you plan on trying out for our glee club. I think it's very noble of you to join and provide a different kind of voice for our team."
"Rachel, none of our voices even get showcased anymore. Our club has turned into the Rachel and Finn show."
"It's not my fault I'm the most talented person in this club."
"Here we go." Kurt rolled his eyes and turned to Blaine. "Ignore Rachel; she's a bit… eccentric." Blaine nodded, a bit surprised by the argument that had broken out between Rachel, Mercedes and Santana.
"You know if something like this happened at Dalton Wes would be pounding his gavel demanding order while Trent said something about a kangaroo court." Kurt giggled, nodding. He and Trent had had a little conversation while Blaine, Nick and Jeff reminisced about Blaine's days at Dalton and he really liked the Warbler.
"What does everyone have next?" Artie asked when everyone was finishing up with their lunch. They all whipped out their schedules and there was a mixture of cheers and groans around the table.
"Do you think anyone would care if I ditched my math class?"
"Puck, you're never going to graduate if you keep ditching your classes." Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Hey, I only ditch math. When am I ever going to use math in my life?"
"At least go to class the first day. Look, we have the same thing." Blaine held his schedule up to Puck's to show him that they did indeed have the same math class. Puck rolled his eyes but nodded. The bell rang and everyone broke off to go to their classes. Finn caught Kurt before he lost him in the crowded cafeteria.
"Hey, how's he holding up?"
"I think he's doing fine. I have French with him so we know he'll be fine in at least one class." He shrugged and Finn nodded.
"And I don't think Puck will try anything; they seem to like each other." Kurt smiled softly.
"I'm glad you guys are accepting him. He probably won't say it but this really means a lot to him." Finn looked a little confused but decided not to say anything; he knew that if Kurt wanted to tell him the whole story he would.
"Mr. Schue, we have someone who would like to audition!" Rachel announced as she rushed into the choir room. Mr. Schue looked up from his music sheets with a smile.
"That's great! We-" He was cut off as the rest of the club burst into the room, all of them reiterating what Rachel had just said. Mr. Schue got them all to sit down while Blaine stood in the center of the room. "Go ahead and introduce yourself and sing whenever you're ready."
"Well everyone already knows who I am." Blaine chuckled. "But I'm Blaine Anderson and… I really have nothing prepared so I'm just going to wing it."
"Before you start," Rachel raised her hand, "I would just like to say that if you're not prepared then we can always-"
"Rachel, just shut up." Kurt rolled his eyes then smiled brightly at Blaine. "I know how great you are when you wing it." Blaine hoped he wasn't blushing although he was pretty sure he was. Praise from Kurt was just the best kind of praise he could get. Before anyone could say anything else, Blaine started to sing.
Hey, Hey
Your lipstick stains on the front lobe of my left side brain,
I knew I wouldn't forget you,
And so I went and let you,
Blow my mind
Your sweet moonbeam,
The smell of you in every single dream I dream.
I knew when we collided,
You're the one I have decided,
Who's one of my kind
Hey, soul sister,
Ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo,
The way you move ain't fair you know
Hey, soul sister,
I don't want to miss a single thing you do,
Tonight
Rachel's jaw had dropped and Blaine couldn't help but smile to himself as he continued singing. Everyone looked surprised at his talent, with the exception of Kurt. The countertenor was smiling softly and held a thumbs up.
The way you can cut a rug,
Watching you's the only drug I need!
So gangster, I'm so thug,
Kurt couldn't help but laugh at the face Blaine made.
You're the only one I'm dreaming of, you see,
I can be myself now finally,
In fact there's nothing I can't be,
I want the world to see you'll be,
With me
Hey soul sister,
Ain't that Mr. Mister on the radio, stereo,
The way you move ain't fair you know,
Hey, soul sister,
I don't want to miss a single thing you do,
Tonight
The room burst into applause and Blaine chuckled. Rachel ran up to him and immediately started babbling on about duets for sectionals. Mr. Schue literally had to guide her back to her seat so Blaine could sit down, smartly choosing a seat across the room from Rachel. Everyone looked up expectantly at their teacher, who was smiling.
"Let's welcome Blaine to the New Directions!" Mr. Schue let everyone leave after that since he didn't have anything planned for them to do. Everyone was congratulating Blaine as they made their way through the halls. Turning a corner, they ran into a jock holding a cup and they instinctively closed their eyes. Unfortunately Blaine hadn't been warned about the slushies and the contents of the jock's cup were thrown in his face. The jock laughed as he walked away and Kurt and Rachel immediately pulled Blaine into the nearest bathroom.
"This is so cold." Blaine managed to say through his shock.
"Do they seriously just wait around for us so they can throw slushies?" Kurt huffed as he wet a towel Rachel had handed him so he could clean Blaine's face. "I'm sorry I didn't warn you, it slipped my mind."
"It's fine, at least now I know what to expect." Blaine chuckled.
"Keeping extra clothes in your locker for situations like this is always a plus." Rachel chimed in.
"I'll keep that in mind."
"Let's just get you home."
"What are we going to tell your parents?"
"They won't even ask. You have no idea how many times I've been slushied."
"That's… pretty sad."