A/N : So here we go again. Next chapter of You are not alone for you guiiise (: Major crisis was averted this week when my laptop went CAPPUUUUTT literally and seems to be dead; thought I'd lost the WHOLE fic but luckily the damn thing turned on for long enough to back-up the story onto my external hard-drive and SO HUURR YOU GOOO (: reviews are nice :D haha thanks for reading
Disclaimer: Not mine, DUH ;)
Blaine was sitting in his room the next day when his father stormed in without knocking, again.
"You're going to school." He said simply. Blaine hopped to his feet and ran over to his father, hugging him despite the fact that he hadn't done so before.
"I am?" He couldn't believe it. Finally something had gone his way.
"First thing tomorrow. Yeah yeah yeah, okay. You'll get a real education at this place." Harry walked out of the room, thoughts on a conversation he had had with one Sue Sylvester. She had told him about her job at headmistress at a tough school just down the road from where the Anderson's lived.
The next day Blaine got ready extra early to ensure he got to school on time, gelling his curly hair back and sticking his pocket watch into his pocket. He was trying to imagine what his new school would be like. He pictured a lovely building surrounded by trees and flowers but when he got there the image he had created in his head was crushed. But there was a building and children, so despite it not being what he wished it was he was still happy.
After all, any school is better than no school at all right?
Blaine walked through all the children playing in the courtyard in front of the school towards the front doors when they creaked open to show a tall, mean looking with her hair tied back and a whip in her hands. Some children screamed and some were startled into immobility but mostly everyone backed away from the steps leading up to the front door.
Ms. Sylvester took the steps down towards the children and they all shuffled backwards away from the scary principal and as she walked through the children, they parted like the red sea. Blaine was frozen in place with his mouth ajar for half a minute before he realised he found the function of his legs again and ran into a tool shed nearby while listening to the principal insult the children.
Blaine thought he was alone until a little young boy ran out from the darkness in the shed and he almost jumped out of his skin.
"Hey." The little boy whisper-shouted at Blaine, rushing to stand next to Blaine.
"I'm sorry." Blaine said, looking up at the boy in what light they had beaming from the door way. He had the prettiest eyes Blaine had ever seen and perfectly coiffed hair. He wore a long sleeved shirt with a bow-tie tucked into the collar and a pair of grey shorts which cut off at his knees, a pair of mid-calf length socks pulled up and his loafers were immaculate as if they'd never been worn.
"That's okay," he said looking down into Blaine's eyes. "It's better than being out there."
"Is she one of the teachers?" Blaine said, hoping that she wouldn't be teaching him.
"No, that's the principal Ms. Sylvester."
"You've got to be kidding." Blaine looked at the little boy with wide eyes as he shook his head.
Suddenly a tall boy with a Mohawk popped around the corner of the door.
"You squirts better skedaddle. Ms. Sylvester's looking around for anyone that's trying to hide." He said gesturing for them to follow him.
Both Blaine and the young boy in the bow-tie shuffled out of the shed into the open air once more.
"I'm Blaine Anderson, by the way." Blaine said; keen to make new friends on his first day.
"I'm Kurt Hummel." Both young boys shook hands and smiled at each other. It seemed that Blaine had a new friend.
"I'm Noah Puckerman. But call me Puck." Puck interrupted the moment, and both Blaine and Kurt waved a hand and greeted him.
"She doesn't really hit children with that riding crop does she?" Blaine said, his curiosity getting the better of him.
"It's supposed to make you scared," Puck whispered, "What she does is worse." Puck told them a story about how Sylvester had thrown a kid out of the window for eating two m&ms while in class.
"Ms. Sylvester was in the Olympics; Javelin, shot-put and hammer-throw. The shot-put was her favourite. " Kurt said, looking directly into Blaine's eyes and causing a funny feeling to settle into his stomach. Of course at such a young age he had no idea why.
Blaine listened intently to all of Kurt and Puck's tales about Sylvester and learnt all about the 'chokey', the hole in the wall with nails and broken glass sticking out of each side.
Suddenly Blaine looked up to see the principal storming towards him.
"Aaahh, fresh meat." She said, putting the fear of God into Blaine. She means me, he thought, I'm dead meat. Surprisingly the principal bypassed Blaine and went to a little girl wearing a pink dungarees with plaited pig-tails in her hair.
"Brittany Pierce." She said, hands on her hips rocking back and forth on the balls of her feet.
"Yes Ms. Sylvester." Blaine heard the little girl answer although she was hidden from his view behind the principal. He watched in horror as she circled the poor little girl, questioning and enquiring about the styling of her hair.
"They're pig-tails, Ms. Sylvester." The principal stopped suddenly in front of Brittany.
"Are you a pig, Brittany?" Ms. Sylvester spat at Brittany. Brittany's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, of course she isn't a pig. She's a little girl.
"Well no Ms. Sylvester." She said innocently.
"Do I allow pigs in my school?" Ms. Sylvester's lips pinned together forming a straight line.
"My mommy thinks they're cute." Blaine watched as the principal insulted Brittany's mother and her hair, and when Brittany interrupted her rant, the rage just increased.
"Hammer-throw." Kurt whispered.
"What?" Blaine said, confused as to what an Olympic sport might have to do with a child being reprimanded for her behaviour. Before Kurt could answer, though, Ms. Sylvester's actions had answered the question for him.
She grabbed Brittany by the hair and began swinging her around and around, gaining speed by the minute. Blaine gasped in shock as the head teacher let go of the child, effectively lofting her towards one of the fields surrounding the school.
Blaine smiled as he saw that Brittany had landed securely in the field, arms out-stretched grabbing flowers as she skidded through the field. He turned to Kurt to see him smiling back and cheering along when Brittany got to her feet, an array of yellow and white flowers in her hand.
"Get to class before I throw you all in the chokey." Ms. Sylvester interrupted the cheers, ending the charade and sending the children running through the door.
"Kurt," Blaine turned to the little boy worry etched into his young features, "what's my teacher like?" Kurt didn't get the chance to answer before they were rushed off through the door.
However Blaine's teacher was one of those remarkable people who would appreciate every single child for who she or he is.
Blaine came into his classroom to find the teacher having brushed out Brittany's plaits and receiving the yellow and white flowers from Brittany. When she caught sight of Kurt with Blaine following him, she stood up quickly and turned her attention to the rest of the class.
"Okay, listen up everybody," She reached out towards Blaine and pulled him towards her. "We have a new student with us today. His name's Blaine Anderson. I'd like you to sit over here with Kurt." She navigated him towards the table which would be his, and then spoke once again to the class. "No you all remember how scary your first day in class was, so I'd like you all to be especially nice to Blaine, make him feel welcome, alright?" She smiled at Blaine once more before reaching out to Kurt and asking him to go get Blaine some text books.
"I'm Mrs. Hummel. You can sit down." Mrs. Hummel went back to the front of the class and prepared for her lessons while Kurt bought Blaine his text books. Something clicked in Blaine's head, and he whispered to Kurt as he went to sit down across the table.
"Is Mrs. Hummel your mommy?" Blaine's voice went higher as he asked, curiosity and incredibility catching on to his tone.
"Yes." Kurt answered simply with a smile. Blaine smiled over at Mrs. Hummel who was organising the flowers she had just gotten from Brittany.
"Well Blaine, you've decided to join us on a very special day. Today we're going to review everything that we've learnt so far. Now it's okay if you don't understand any of it because you're brand new. Just put your hand up if you have any questions or if you do know an answer." Mrs. Hummel once again turned her attentions to the rest of the class. "We've been working on our two times tables."
Mrs. Hummel started pacing across the front of the class, calling out times tables for the children to answer. When she caught sight of Blaine answering the questions too, she regarded him and praised him on his mathematical knowledge.
"Pretty soon you'll be able to multiply anything from two times seven... or thirteen times three hundred and seventy-nine." Mrs. Hummel appreciated the laugh after her final joke, but was definitely not expecting Blaine's answer.
"Four thousand nine hundred and... twenty seven." Blaine mumbled the last part of the answer as the classroom quietened. Mrs. Hummel's head whipped around to look at Blaine.
"I beg your pardon?" she said, trying not to discourage him but confused as to how the young boy would know the answer so quickly.
"I think that's the answer," Blaine said, eyes flicking backwards and forwards from Mrs. Hummel and her son. "Times three hundred and seventy-nine? Four nine two seven?" Kurt turned to look at his mother, waiting for confirmation that the answer Blaine had said was correct. Mrs. Hummel put on her glasses and began scribbling the numbers down on a piece of paper on her desk. Completing the sum, she looked up at Blaine in awe.
"It is." Mrs. Hummel pulled her glasses down the end of her nose and peered at the young boy over the top as Kurt said 'wow' slowly from the other side of the table.
"Blaine, you know how to multiply big numbers?" Mrs. Hummel pulled her glasses off and placed them on her desk.
"I read this book last year on mathematics at the library." Blaine deadpanned; as if that explained the skills he had which weren't at all normal for his age.
"You like to read?"
"Oh yes," Blaine answered eagerly. "I love to read."
"What do you like to read?" Mrs. Hummel smiled. Getting a child to open up on their first day was always difficult, but Blaine seemed to be just fine.
"Everything. Lately I've been reading Darles Chickens." Blaine looked at Mrs. Hummel then shook his head and smiled when he realised the mistake he had made. "I mean Charles Dickens. I could read him every day."
"So could I." Mrs. Hummel flicked her eyes over to her son, and so did Blaine. Both mother and son were smiling at each other. A pang of jealousy at the connection between Mrs. Hummel and her son shot through Blaine, but he quickly shook it off.
"Alright, everyone. Let's take out our workbooks and start at section 3."
Mrs. Hummel left the room pretty soon after the class began on their work, promising to be back in just a moment. She went to see the headmistress, Ms. Sylvester to tell her about the smart new young man which had just started in her class.
"His father says he's a wart." Ms. Sylvester spat out.
"A what?" Mrs. Hummel was bewildered. Blaine, a wart?
"A carbuncle, a blister, a festering pustule of malignant ooze." Mrs. Hummel blinked her eyes, trying to understand the words she had heard.
"Oh no, Ms. Sylvester, Blaine is a very polite and very bright young man. He can multiply large numbers in his head."
"So can a calculator." Ms. Sylvester lost interest in the conversation, gulping at the flask in her hand which contained yet another protein shake. Mrs. Hummel continued to talk about Blaine, suggesting that he might be better suited in a class for older children.
"Ah-hah. I see it now. You can't handle the little viper so you're trying to shrug him off onto someone else." Mrs. Hummel quickly denied the assumption, shocked that the headmistress might assume such a thing.
"Yes, typical sleuthing cowardice. You think that teaching that kid is hard? I'm passing gallstones as we speak. That's hard. If you can't handle the little brat, I'll lock him in the chokey." She punctuated her sentence with a scream and a throw of one of the shot-puts on her desk.
"Get it? Soon, Jenny, you will realise that everything I do is for you and those incompetent little hobbits out in those classrooms." Ms. Sylvester shooed Mrs. Hummel out of the room before slamming the door in her face.