I might not be updating as regularly because I have music camp for a two weeks, but don't worry. I'm not going to abandon this one.

The next day seemed to go by in a...clear blur. If that made sense.

Blaine didn't get why a stupid voice had captivated him so much. He heard voices every day. Voices are just something that you sort of have to listen to, no matter where you go.

Maybe it was the fact that the voice Blaine had heard was a male countertenors who could hit a high F. Maybe because the owner of that voice could hit any note almost effortlessly. Maybe because that voice belonged to Kurt Hummel.

This was stupid. Why was Blaine suddenly thinking about a kid he's never even spoken to? Sure, Kurt was a great guy and everything, but it's not even like they were best friends. Barely friends at all. But for some reason, that chilly afternoon when Blaine was just about to leave McKinley, a sound so powerful and pure emerged from the choir room out into the echoing hallways. And now, it echoed in Blaine's brain.

Remember when you were a just a young child and you first learned how to ride a bike? Or strum a guitar, or read aloud, or baked your first cake all by yourself without your mother's help? Remember that amazing feeling of accomplishment, of amazement and captivation that you were even able to do such a thing? See the sparkle in your eyes, see the smile, see the realization that there are things worth doing in this world.

That's kind of how Blaine felt, walking down that long hallway that lasted forever. Why hadn't he ever heard such a voice before, after all these years? Blaine went to sleep that night dreaming of echoed whispers and birds that sang on top of cliffs.

And this is why the next day was a clear blur.

It was the middle of the day, and most of the seniors, including Blaine, was getting ready for lunch break. Of course, Blaine was going to hide out in the unoccupied music room until it was over. He stood at his tiny locker, searching through books and papers to find a tiny, grey notebook that he carried with him at all times. He shoved the notebook into his book bag. Sometimes the jocks made fun of Blaine about his "in school man-purse", but boy, were they convenient. When Blaine closed the door to his locker, he saw a tall figure at the corner of his eye. It startled him a little bit, making him jump. He was even more surprised to see that the figure standing next to him was no other than Kurt Hummel.

Blaine blinked for a few minutes before Kurt fixed his wide, blue eyes on Blaine and smiled.

"Hi," said Kurt.

Blaine blinked again. "Uh, hey."

"Blaine, right?" asked Kurt.

"Y-yeah. And you're Kurt."

Kurt nodded. "Right you are."

There was an awkward pause before Kurt spoke again.

"So, Blaine, I couldn't help but notice you by the choir room yesterday." Kurt rocked back and forth of his heels as he spoke. Blaine looked down to look at their shoes. Blaine had on black all-stars and Kurt had a pair of white Marc Jacobs boots. Blaine smirked, thinking, what the hell is a guy like him talking to a guy like me?

"Yeah," Blaine said, locking his lock and not looking at Kurt until after he was finished speaking, "I guess you did."

"What were you doing, if you don't mind me asking?" Kurt asked, his high voice energetic and curiosity-filled. "I never see you around. Or, at least not by that area. The only time you have music in the choir room are on Wednesdays, right?"

Blaine turned to Kurt and blinked for the thousandth time. "How did you know that?"

Kurt shrugged. "I know a lot of things."

Blaine nodded slowly before speaking, just simply putting behind what Kurt had just said.

"I see, " said Blaine.

"So, are you going to answer my question?" asked Kurt. He didn't sound angry or anything, just waiting for a response.

"Oh-huh?" asked Blaine. He chuckled to himself. "Sorry, I missed what you asked."

"What were you doing by the choir room the other day?" repeated Kurt. "You seemed like you wanted to ask us something, but you ran away before we got to say anything."

Blaine rolled his eyes, not in a bad way, just in an oh-please way. "I did not run away."

Kurt smirked. "Alright."

"Come walk with me and I'll tell you," Blaine said out of nowhere, walking down the hall towards the choir room. He had no idea why he was suddenly asking Kurt to walk with him, but he just was. It just came out before he could help it. But he didn't feel stupid for asking Kurt or anything. It just felt...different.

Blaine could hear Kurt catching up to him from behind, and in a second he was beside Blaine's side.

"So," Kurt said, "You just gonna lead me around the school or what?"

Blaine snorted. "Okay, alright. I was leaving from detention with a teacher when I just heard you...singing."

Kurt's eyebrows rose. "Oh?"

Blaine nodded. "Yeah. I have to admit Kurt, you're really good. I was just...popping in to see who it was."

Kurt looked as if he'd never heard these words before. Or at least, not directed at him. His mouth was curved into a very small, unnoticeable smile, his eyes light and bright. Blaine had never seen his face like this before. Usually, Kurt had his best bitch-face plastered onto his visage as he walked down the hall, threatening any bullies who may make a fool out of him in the hallway that he was prepared. But this...this was a face of utter disbelief, happiness, slight shock and joy. It looked kind of peaceful, how a face should be.

"Thank you," Kurt said, "That's very sweet of you."

Blaine just nodded. When they arrived outside of the choir room, Blaine stopped at the door way to spin around and face Kurt, who was still recovering from the surprise compliment.

"What were you singing, anyways?" asked Blaine.

"Oh," Kurt breathed, snapping out of his dream sequence, "I was practicing with Mercedes, Tina and Rachel for the spring musical. Mr. Schuester wrote it, and the glee club is going to be in it."

"I see," said Blaine. "Did you write that song?"

"No," Kurt shook his head. "I wish, though. It's a great song."

"Yeah," Blaine agreed.

"You know," Kurt said after a while, "I understand you're quite musical yourself."

Blaine smirked but raised an eyebrow. "Oh, really. Where did you hear that?"

Kurt shook his head again. "Tsk, tsk. It's really not hard to miss, Blaine. You carry your guitar around the school all the time and sneak away to the choir room so many times I would have guessed it was your second home."

Blaine nodded. "Right you are."

"You know," Kurt began, "The glee club is looking for someone to be the lead in the musical because it hasn't been cast yet. If you want, you should audition. I'm sure you'd land the part in a heartbeat."

Musical theatre? Blaine had never considered the thought. He was very original when it came to music, he liked to do his own thing. So did Kurt, but Kurt liked to put himself out there more, even if it meant humiliation. But could Blaine really pull it off? Did he even want to?

"Thanks," Blaine said, "I'll think about it."

Kurt smiled. "I hope you do. It's going to be a great show."

And with that, Kurt lingered for a few more seconds before giving one more smile and turning to walk away. Blaine watched after him and took a seat on the piano bench, taking out the notebook from his book bag and setting it in front of him. Blaine never really told anyone about his song book, in fear that someone might make fun of whatever he wrote. But maybe it was time for change. Change couldn't all be that bad, right?