Blaine was indeed a song writer.

He never really wanted to tell anyone about because his songs were more for himself than for anyone else. Music was something he kept private, something special only for him. Maybe the day would come when Blaine's silly dreams came true of becoming a recording artist, going on tour and playing in small, humble cities. But for now, this was high school. The last year of high school, to be exact. And right now, he was in no rush to show anyone what was on his mind.

Everyday, Blaine thought about Kurt's proposition to audition for the school musical. Sure, Blaine loved musicals and had seen a few shows on Broadway when he was younger, but he never was really the type of guy to go out and do that himself. Stage makeup? Costumes? Choreography? No thanks. But ever since Kurt Hummel had told him all about how good of a show it was going to be, Blaine couldn't help to give it a second chance.

Blaine pictured in his mind himself on a dim lighted stage, wearing some weird clothing and belting out a tune written by the glee club. It seemed foreign, but not bad. Performing was what Blaine always wanted to do, after all. Maybe this was just a different kind of performing.

One day, after school on a Wednesday, Blaine headed off to the choir room after saying goodbye to his friends, Wes and Nick. As always, he brought his little grey notebook with him that contained lyrics and music to his songs. Blaine borrowed one of the guitars that the glee club used, set it on his lap and opened his book. He strummed a few chords before singing what he had written down, adding and scribbling stuff out like any frustrated young artist would do.

I feel like a loser

I feel like I've lost

I feel like I'm not so sure if I feel anything at all

But believe me, I'm not helpless I just

Need someone to love

So my situation's rough

But that just makes me a dumb human

Like you

Blaine stopped and sighed as he erased the next line of the song furiously and marked something else down.

I feel like a shortstop

Along third base

I may just help you but I still don't like your face

But believe me, I'm not hostile I just

Want to hear you laugh

When I'm sarcastic like that

But that just makes me a dumb human

Like you

When Blaine kept pausing in between notes and words, he ran a hand through his thick, curly hair. After a few minutes of playing without stopping, he heard a slow clap behind him. Blaine spun around in his chair faster than the speed of light, his hair whipping, the guitar almost falling to the ground.

"Great job," the person standing at the door said, still clapping. The figure stepped out of the shadow and into the light. Blaine realized it was Kurt Hummel. He had no idea why him and Kurt had been more friendly lately, but Blaine didn't really mind or care.

Kurt smirked as he walked over to Blaine's side, and Blaine blushed so that he was the color of a lobster.

"You heard that?" asked Blaine, setting the guitar down.

"Yeah," said Kurt, flicking his scarf back, "Payback for sneaking up on me singing."

Blaine snorted and shook his head. "I'm embarrassed now."

Kurt cocked his head to the side. "Why? Don't be. You're amazing, Blaine."

No one had ever called Blaine amazing before, so Blaine looked straight into Kurt's eyes and raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

"Of course you are!" Kurt smiled wide. "I knew you were musical, but like I said before, I've never heard you sing or play anything. You're very talented."

This was how Blaine felt when he first heard Kurt singing. "Uh, thanks, Kurt. That means a lot."

"Did you write that song?" asked Kurt, plucking a string on the guitar.

Blaine nodded, and Kurt smiled.

"Well, you're very good at what you do," said Kurt. "You'll go far with music. I can just tell by looking at you."

Blaine smiled up at him. "Thanks."

It was quiet for a minute before Kurt spoke again, circling around the chair Blaine was in.

"Not like I'm trying to peer pressure you or anything," Kurt reassured, "But I think you'd be great in the musical. Glee club could use someone like you. Have you considered my proposal?"

Blaine paused and once again, the thought of him on stage singing with the glee club flashed in his mind. He looked at Kurt with those big, blue, pleading eyes that basically screamed Give it a try! Naturally, how could he say no?

Without thinking, Blaine suddenly blurted out, "I have been thinking about it. I think I'm gonna do it."

Kurt flipped around. "Really? Are you serious or trying to mess with me?"

Blaine smiled, although he was a bit nervous of having saying yes. "No, I'll do it. It seems interesting."

Kurt squealed and jumped up and down once. Blaine raised an eyebrow but was smiling, feeling a bit proud.

"Thanks, Blaine!" Kurt said. "I'll be sure to tell Mr. Schuester. It's going to b a really great show."

"Yeah," said Blaine, picking up the guitar, "It will be."

"Thanks again. I'll see you later," said Kurt, leaving the room happily.

Blaine had no idea what he had just gotten himself into. Maybe he would regret it, maybe he would quit. But for now, he had said yes, and that was all that mattered.

So Blaine was the soon-to-be Henry Arthur. What a show it would be indeed.

I love Human by Darren Criss. Yeah. Sorry this took so long to put up.