Hello, lovely readers! Okay, so I have noticed that a few of you have reviewed, and I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. Like seriously, if it wasn't for you reviewers, I would have abandoned this story. So just a few shout outs to those who have reviewed-
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You guys are seriously the best. Keep reviewing; it makes me want to write more! By the way, there will be no smut in this chapter or the next one. This chapter will be Blaine's introduction to the Glee club, and the next one will be more angsty.
You Can Sing?
Blaine and Kurt entered Glee club, hand in hand. Seeing as they were the first ones in the room, Kurt gave Blaine a "tour" around the tiny room. He showed him where everyone sat, and warned him about Santana and her obvious innuendos, Brittany and her… unicorn-ness as she liked to call it, Sam and his big lips, Mercedes and her diva attitude, Mike and Tina's steamy Asian make-out sessions in the back of the room, Rachel's inability to not talk about herself for 3 minutes, Rory's adorable accent, Sugar's screeching, Puck's "badassness," Quinn's dramatics, Finn's horrible dance moves and Mr. Schue's weird addiction to vests. Slowly, all the Glee kids started pouring into the choir room, each giving questioning looks to Blaine and Kurt. Kurt just rolled his eyes and shrugged them off, while Blaine stiffened each time. By the time Mr. Schuester had entered the classroom, Blaine was about ready to bolt.
"Hey, you guys! Okay, so I've decided to have another duets competition to decide who'll be singing at sectionals. Everybody's name is in the hat, when I call your name just come up and pick one." He said enthusiastically. He looked at Blaine, as if trying to remember if he actually belonged there or not. Blaine shifted awkwardly under his gaze, tightening his grip on Kurt's waist.
"Um, Mr. Schue this is Blaine, Blaine Anderson. Can he sit in today? He's with me." Kurt asked, a blush creeping up his neck.
"Uh, yeah. Sure, Kurt." Mr. Schuester said, smiling broadly. "Do you sing?" He asked, looking at Blaine now. Blaine cleared his throat and nodded once, slightly.
"A- A little bit… not really in public though…" He stammered, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.
"Well, how about you try? Here, come pick a name out of the hat, and we'll see where it goes from there." Mr. Schue suggested. Blaine sighed.
"I'd rather sing to Kurt, sir." He said tiredly. Mr. Schue just smiled.
"Sure! Come on up! Just introduce yourself to the class and say what you're going to sing."
Blaine released Kurt from his grip, getting up and moving towards the piano. He rested his hands against the cool ivory keys, readying himself.
"Blaine Anderson. I'm gonna sing Teenage Dream by Katy Perry. This is for Kurt," He grunted. His fingers started pressing down on the piano keys, making out the chords of the song. Blaine opened his mouth and began to sing, stunning everyone in the room, including Kurt.
You think I'm pretty without any make-up on
You think I'm funny when I tell the punch line wrong
I know you get me, so I let my walls come down, down.
Before you met me, I was a wreck
But things were kinda heavy, you brought me to life
Now every February you'll be my valentine, valentine
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, we'll be young forever
You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real, so take a chance
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back
We drove to Cali and got drunk on the beach
Got a motel and built a floor out of sheets
I finally found you, my missing puzzle piece
I'm complete
Let's go all the way tonight
No regrets, just love
We can dance until we die
You and I, we'll be young forever
You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real, so take a chance
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back
Imma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
You make me feel like I'm living a teenage dream
The way you turn me on, I can't sleep
Let's runaway and don't ever look back
Don't ever look back
My heart stops when you look at me
Just one touch, now baby I believe
This is real, so take a chance
And don't ever look back, don't ever look back
Imma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans
Be your teenage dream tonight
By the time Blaine ended, all the girls- plus Kurt- were crying, while Mr. Schue and the boys were looking impressed. Kurt shot out of his seat and into Blaine's lap, kissing him all over his face. Blaine laughed, hugging Kurt to his chest. When Kurt pulled back, he kissed Blaine softly, not caring that anyone else was in the room.
"I love you so much," He sniffled, nuzzling his face into Blaine's neck. Blaine smiled softly.
"I love you too, baby. Come on, let's go sit down," He said, lifting him off his lap and guiding him into one of the chairs. The rest of the club finally snapped out of their own little worlds and started clapping loudly for Blaine. Rachel was the first one to speak amongst the applauses, of course.
"I must say, Blaine that was very good. I think you would make a fabulous duet partner. What do you think? You and me team up and do a duet?" She asked enthusiastically. Blaine chuckled at the small brown haired girl, his arm reclaiming its place around Kurt's waist.
"Uh, thanks? But I think I'll stick with Kurt," He winked at Kurt, making him blush and rest his head on Blaine's shoulder. Rachel huffed and walked over to Mr. Schuester, ready to attack him with her ideas. Out of the corner of his eye, Blaine could see some dude with a Mohawk staring at him and Kurt. Blaine stood up out of his seat and walked over to the guy with the Mohawk, shadowing over him.
"You got a problem with me and Kurt?" Blaine asked threateningly, narrowing his eyes. The boy with the Mohawk chuckled, standing up, too.
"Nah, man. It's just weird to see my boy Kurt so happy. The name's Puck." He said, holding out his fist for Blaine, silently asking for a fist bump. Blaine seemed taken aback by Puck's response, but fist bumped him nonetheless.
"Well, now that I'm here, there won't be a time where he isn't happy. I can promise that." He said, looking at Kurt, who smiled adoringly at him. Puck grinned at Blaine.
"Cool beans, bro." He smiled, sitting back down in his chair. Blaine retreated back to his seat, looking slightly confused, yet happy. He could feel a light, yet consistent tapping on his shoulder, and turned around, only to come face to face with a beautiful dark-skinned girl, who was now smiling sweetly at him.
"I'm Mercedes, Kurt's best friend. I just wanted to say that I'm glad you're here for Kurt; things were getting pretty bad with the whole bullying thing. But, I swear, if you hurt him, I will kill you, white boy," Mercedes said, raising one eyebrow at Blaine.
"Cedes," Kurt started, "Leave Blaine alone. He doesn't need you, or anyone else, threatening him. Blaine is an amazing guy; I know he won't hurt me. I love him," Kurt said, tangling his fingers with Blaine's. Blaine smiled softly at his boyfriend, and then turned back to Mercedes.
"Don't worry, Mercedes. I won't hurt him. He's all I've got right now," Blaine said, smiling sadly. Kurt frowned at him.
"Wait, what do you mean?" Kurt asked, stealing Blaine's attention from Mercedes. Blaine opened his mouth, only to be interrupted by the bell. Blaine hurried to gather his things, pulling Kurt with him. "Blaine, tell me what you meant!" Kurt demanded.
"It's nothing, Kurt. Just drop it," Blaine said, pulling Kurt along with him.
Out of nowhere, both boys were shoved hard into a locker.
"Where do you fairies thing you're going?" The voice sneered. Kurt and Blaine turned… only to find Karofsky hovering over them.
I'm sorry for ending this on a cliffhanger, but I did say the next chapter would have angst. It's gonna get pretty bad, you guys. Warnings will be in the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed Blaine's meeting with the Glee club!