Melrose5553 – my very first reviewer!

Thankyou! :D

So guys, I'm sorry that the Chapters are short at the minute, but they get longer as it gets more into the story.

I promise it gets better, I just need the introducing and all of that crap out of the way.

Now, some things you need to know – I totally ship Finchel (when Finn is not being a complete ass) and also Samchel because they would be totally cute together. Shame none of that is happening any time soon ):

Another thing – the episodes are in a different order to fit my story line. They're seriously everywhere. But it's all explained so I promise you won't get too confused. But Kurt has just moved to Dalton. Also, Dave Karofsky is an asshole. But we already knew that.

Anyways, I don't own Glee, because if I did it would definitely not air until after 10 p.m. and even though that's when I go to bed, it wouldn't matter because I would own Glee, and my parents wouldn't get pissed at me because I could afford to pay them to extend my tv time.

ANYWAY; onto chapter 2.

Chapter 2

I guess a new start wouldn't go a miss. It would mean that no one would ever have to know about any of those stupid pictures, or bad reputation.

"Annabel!" Janie exclaims as she opens the door, and embraces me.

"Hey," I smile, although not too enthusiastically.

She ushers me inside, leaving the front door a-jar for Dad, and leads me through to their lounge. On the sofa is Blaine.

I know he's all perfect, and my Step-brother, and I'm not supposed to like him, but I do. He's so nice, and friendly, and I could always call him with a problem.

He grins widely, picking me up and swiveling me round twice before kissing my cheek.

"I know that the reason you packed your bags and moved are awful, but i'm so happy you came," he says.

That was what I needed to hear. He's so genuine, and there is actual caring in his voice, which is something I haven't heard in a long time. The feeling of happiness and acceptance just from this moment bubbles up inside me until I'm sure i'm going to explode, but instead, I actually just start to cry.

"Hey, you're okay now," he soothes, pulling me into his arms again.

We stay like that for a couple more minutes, and then he suggests he show me my room. So I let him grab my hand and drag me up the staircase.

My room is right next to his, with a conjoining bathroom in the middle.

Dinner is comfortable, where we stick to light subjects, such as school and the decent shops around here, then at 9 I tell them I'm ready for bed because it's been a long day.

2:00 a.m.

In bed.

I can't sleep, so I get up really quietly, and sneak into Blaine's room. I can hear his iPod playing low in the background as I go and sit on the space next to him on his double bed.

"You couldn't sleep either?" he asks, startling me.

"It's...weird! Staring at different wallpaper; feeling a different mattress underneath me. The bed sheets have a different smell. I know, I'm odd," I shrug. It's hard trying to explain why I feel so uncomfortable and un-belonging in my new house.

He sits up.

"You're not odd. You're a teenager, who's been through an ordeal, and now is having trouble adjusting to a big change. Everything is going to be different. You're old life is gone. It's going to be hard,"

"Not to mention school," I sigh.

"I feel bad for not being there to help you with that,"

He goes to Dalton Academy, and I'll be starting McKinley High.

"Don't worry. I'll find my own way around. Eventually," I laugh lightly, although my insides are shaking.

I'm going to have to do this on my own. There is no one but myself.

At this thought, I feel like crying all over again. But not in the good way, as it had been earlier. In the way where I just want to lay on my bed in a ball, and wish for the ground to swallow me up.

"Look out for Kurt Hummel. He's helping his parents with his new house at the minute, but when he gets back, I'd find out where he's at," Blaine tells me, "If anyone can give you a hand, it's him,"

"Dually noted,"

I sit there, picking at the bed cover.

Blaine puts an arm around me, and kisses me forehead.

"You'll be fine," he assures me.

And a part of me believes him. I mean, he came out as gay at an all boy's school, and he's come out the other end just fine.

I fall asleep.

Monday 8th April.

Assured is defiantly not how I feel when I get to the school campus.

In the locker halls, I'm surrounded by skinny girls in cheerleader uniforms of white and red, and big guys in red varsity football jackets. So, there are the cheerleaders, and the jocks that are obviously on top. Then there's the rest; the people dressed normally. Ranging from all black emo's, to chav's, to nerds, and people dressed fashionably, to people with no fashion sense at all.

I wonder which group I'll fall into…?

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