Blaine didn't mention to Kurt what he'd witnessed. He decided that he'd keep his eye out for Kurt, but thought that bringing it up might cause Kurt to become more distant with him. Instead he just strolled up to Kurt, who was staring at the locker ahead with wide eyes, and greeted him with a, "Hey, Kurt!" Kurt smiled at him and the evidence of the previous scene left his eyes.

When they got to the choir room, Blaine was met with a series of different greetings. Tina with a, "Hi, Blaine!", Mike with a, "Sup, dude?" and an unfamiliar petite brunette who yelled, "SPY!" as soon as Blaine entered.

Blaine looked from Kurt to the rest of occupants of the choir room. Kurt just mouthed 'Rachel' and Blaine nodded to gesture his understanding.

"What are you talking about, Rachel?" said a blonde girl in a Cheerios uniform.

"He's a spy, Quinn!" said Rachel.

"No, he's not, Rachel," Tina argued. "He's a new student."

"But he's lead of the Warblers! What's he doing here?"

Kurt raised his eyebrows at Blaine. "You never told you you were lead of the Warblers! You kicked our asses at regionals last year!"

"I didn't mention that I came from Dalton?" Blaine asked.

"Nope. But this is even worse. You were amazing at regionals. There's no way Rachel is going to give you a minutes peace now," Kurt said.

"That doesn't sound good," Blaine said.

Kurt was right. Mr Schue let Blaine audition there and then with a fantastic rendition of It's Not Unusual by Tom Jones and almost as soon as the applause had died down, Rachel was listing duets that Blaine and her could sing.

"I'm not sure how educated you are in musical theatre, but I think our voices are perfect together for Tonight from West Side Story! I'm sure I have the sheet music lying around my room somewhere in case you don't know it," she rambled.

"Erm, I know it actually. I'll consider it. Thank you, Rachel," Blaine quickly dismissed before taking a seat next to Kurt at the back of the choir room.

"Okay, guys," Mr Schue began. "I'm sure we're all excited about our new member, Blaine Anderson, but we should get on with this weeks assignment!" Mr Schue ran to the whiteboard, pulling out a marker, and scrawled the words 'DUETS' across it. A few whoops and cheers came from the club. "Blaine couldn't have come at a more appropriate time as this now evens out our numbers! I want you to all pair up and prepare a duet to perform either sometime this week or at the beginning of next week."

Blaine panicked for a moment. Who could he pair up with? Surely everyone already had duet partners and he'd be stuck with whoever was left. However, his worries were answered when Kurt tapped him on the upper arm with a smile.

"I usually skip out of these, but beings as you need a partner and you're new, want to pair up?" Kurt asked with an unsure smile. Blaine nodded and returned a confident smile. He ignored the fact that Rachel was glaring at Kurt and the others were all staring with slightly shocked expressions.

"Can you come to mine to practise tomorrow after school?" Blaine asked.

"Oh, I er- I can't tomorrow, I'm going to Alex's," Kurt said, his voice wavering slightly. Blaine tried not to let his face show his worry.

"Wednesday, then?"

"I can do that. Here, put your number in my phone and I'll text you to make arrangements," Kurt offered, pulling out his phone and setting up a new contact for Blaine. Blaine quickly put his number in and saved it, smiling at Kurt and trying to ignore the tug he felt on his heart.

After glee, Kurt rushed straight off to the car park with a quick goodbye in Blaine's direction. Blaine was still packing things into his bag and didn't notice practically the whole club surrounding him. Only when he turned did he notice them.

"How did you do that?" the boy in the wheelchair asked immediately.

"Do what?" said Blaine.

"You know what, hobbit," said the latino cheerleader that he was sure was called Santana. "Hummel's being all nice with you and pairing up with you for duets. How did you get him to do that?"

"I don't know. He just … was," said Blaine.

"Well," Rachel said, "something's going on with him. Do you know what it is? He hasn't talked to us properly in months!"

"I did notice that something's going on but I don't know what it is. We did only meet this morning. But I'm keeping an eye out for him," Blaine assured them.

"You'd better. As much as Hummel's acting weird and not freeing his gay magic nowadays, he's still one of us and we look out for each other," Puck, the mohawked teen, input.

"I'll do my best," Blaine said. He nodded to the group and they dispersed as he went to leave.

"Hey, Blaine, wait up!" a voice called from behind him as he left.

"How can I help, Rachel?" he greeted the girl.

"Well, I can assure you that we have vocal chemistry as well as being perfect heights for one another, and as a newly single and a very talented female, I believe the other members of glee will expect us to become an item. So, I propose you come to my house so that we can test our voices together and plan a date. What do you think?" Rachel announced.

Blaine stared at her, wondering whether what he'd just witnessed actually happened or not. Kurt wasn't kidding about Rachel and her diva tendencies.

"Oh, wow. Rachel, I'm flattered, really. I know you're lovely and I'm sure your voice is just as lovely, but I don't think you're my type," Blaine quickly defended.

"And what would your type be?" Rachel asked.

"Boys," Blaine said, bluntly.

"Oh," said Rachel. "I guess I should have seen that one coming. All the good ones are gay or taken. Figures. Catch you later, Blaine Warbler."

Blaine sighed as Rachel flounced off, leaving Blaine questioning the situation he'd just witnessed.

"I'm home!" Blaine called when he walked in through the front door.

"In here, Blaine!" he heard a voice call back. He abandoned his shoes and bag near the front door and walked into the living room where his parents sat, his dad, Andrew, reading the newspaper and his mom, Linda, sewing the hem of a skirt.

"Hey, sweetie, how was school?" asked Linda. Andrew put down his newspaper and looked up to hear Blaine's answer.

"It was good. Better than I expected," Blaine answered truthfully.

"That's great! And I assume you've made friends as you've already joined glee club!" Linda responded.

"Yeah, I kind of literally ran into a guy this morning and, after I helped him pick his books back up, we got talking. He's in the glee club and when I mentioned that I sang he invited me along and they gave me an audition. I spent lunch with this girl, Tina, and her boyfriend, Mike, who are also both in glee. They're all really nice," Blaine assured them.

"That's great, son," Andrew commented. "Did you find out about football tryouts?"

"Well, they've already had tryouts, but the guys in glee who are on the team have said they'll see if they can put in a good word for me," Blaine said.

"Ah, that's good. I wish you luck," Andrew said.

"Thanks, dad. Erm, do you mind if I go call Wes? I told him I would when I got in to tell him if he needed to send some Warblers to save me, and I'm already pretty late," Blaine asked.

Linda chuckled and said, "Sounds like something Wes would say. Go ahead, sweetie. Dinner will be done in about an hour."

Blaine smiled at them and rushed up the stairs, phone already in hand for when he entered his room. As soon as he dialed the number, Wes answered.

"Blaine?"

"Hey, Wes. How's it going?"

"You have had me worried sick!" Wes exclaimed. "I was expecting your call an hour ago. I thought that the McKinley kids had turned wild and decided to skin you alive or something."

"Thanks, Wes. I'm glad your thoughts of me are pleasant," Blaine commented sarcastically.

"So how was your first day? And why are you so late calling?"

"My day was good. Better than I thought it would be. And I was late because I was at glee club," Blaine explained.

"Glee club already? You're obviously eager to replace us," Wes teased.

"I could never replace you guys. And yeah, already. I ran into this guy this morning and we got chatting and I mentioned I was in the glee club at my old school. He's in the glee club so he offered to take me along and see if I could audition and I could," Blaine said.

"A glee club guy, huh? Was it by any chance a cute glee club guy?"

"Seriously, Wes?"

"What? Wasn't he cute?"

"Yes. He was freakin' gorgeous. Probably the most gorgeous guy I've ever seen. That wasn't, however, what influenced my decision to join glee," Blaine assured him.

"Most gorgeous guy you've ever seen? Does that mean Anderson will finally be getting some?" Wes teased.

"You suck."

"And glee club boy doesn't?" Blaine could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"Oh shut up, Wesley. No I will not be getting some!" Blaine said.

"Why? He straight? Uninterested? Blind?" Wes asked.

"Not straight, I have no idea about uninterested, certainly not blind, but very much taken." Blaine explained.

"Ah, you really don't sound happy about that," Wes commented.

"I'm not. Not because he's dating someone else, because I honestly don't mind. I mean, I only met him today. But the guy he's dating kind of seems like a dick. I'm not sure what's going on with him, but from what I've seen he doesn't treat Kurt right. He was moaning at him today, about me actually, saying how he didn't like me and how I'm just as much a loser as Kurt. Not in banter or anything, really serious. I don't like the way he treats Kurt and I'm kind of worried about the relationship they're in. What if what happened to her is going on with him?" Blaine didn't need to elaborate. His best friend knew what he was talking about immediately.

"All you can do, Blaine, is keep an eye out for him. If you see anything else happen, just talk to him. And I assume Kurt is cute glee club guy? That saves the long nickname," Wes said.

"Yes, it is. So you think I should just keep an eye out for him?"

"That's all you can do, dude. And try not to get distracted by his pretty eyes or whatever it is about him that turns you into a teenage girl," Wes chuckled.

"Shut up!"

"Never. You still love me. So, c'mon. Tell me more about glee club!"