Chapter Three: Usually

Blaine's Perspective

Usually, I'd be rather calm about another performance. Usually, I was ignored when I did sing. Usually, I wouldn't be a nervous wreck. But when Kurt Hummel stumbles into your life, it's not unusual to see the opposite effects taking place.
I followed Kurt on our way to McKinley, and we arrived there in about five minutes; which meant I had five minutes to get to the choir room, and figure out what Kurt's plan was for the day. I took a deep breath and muttered, "Courage, Blaine." under my breath and I exited the car and walked over to Kurt, who was waiting for me.
I leaned against the hood of my car, being careful not to let any dirt get on my black button-up shirt or red skinny jeans. "So, are you going to trail me around today, or are you going to sit and give that glorious bitch glare to Figgins?" I teased him.
"Hmm, you spied on me... which means it would only be fair if I spied in return..." Kurt replied slyly and tugged on my hand to get me to start walking towards the main entrance doors. He let our hands drop once we reached the doors, and I let out a grateful breath.
Kurt was a little shaky too, but he was the one to push open the doors and start to stroll down the halls with ease. I was shocked at his sudden burst of confidence and hurried to catch up with him. "You know where the choir room is?" I asked and he stopped instantly.
He laughed warmly and shook his head, saying, "The New Directions started after I left, so I have no clue. Show me?"
I flashed him a bright smile and nodded. "Follow me." I insisted. We made a few turns onto different winding hallways until we finally came face to face with the music room door. "Ready?" I questioned myself, more than him. He simply nodded in confirmation, I opened the door.
"Blaine! Where the hell have you been, white-boy? And um... who's he?" Mercedes called out from across the room.
"I told you this last night, 'Cedes. Early morning coffee with my new friend, Kurt." I responded swiftly, gesturing to the well-dressed boy next to me.
"...What the hell are you doing here, dude?" Finn nearly mumbled with fear.
"Seriously, Finn? We've been over this. I am not one of your so-called, "dudes." I'm practically your step-brother, that just so happens to have a name." Kurt fired at Finn while rolling his eyes in utter annoyance.
"You have a step-brother?" Rachel piped up. "Why did you hide this from me, huh? Were you afraid I would fall in love with him? Is that it?"
I grabbed Kurt's hand and dragged him over to the back of the room, away from most of the other New Directions and sat us down. "Sorry about them, they're all sort of an incestuous family tree: filled with drama and love." I whispered over to my new friend.
Kurt smirked and turned his attention back to Rachel. "Hey, Rachel!" he called out to her. She turned instantly and glared daggers at him. But he didn't seem to care as he continued. "For one, we're not officially step-brothers. My dad and his mother aren't married yet, but between my studies, I'm working on planning the wedding. Not to mention, I don't play for your team, so lay off the frankenteen why don'tcha?" he finished while rolling his eyes at her diva attitude.
Suddenly, Mr. Shue practically ran into the room with red stains all over his dress shirt and droplets of a Kool-Aid-like liquid dripped from his curly hair. That was all it took for everyone to instantly be at their feet, rallying each other to grab essential tools to help their beloved club leader.
"Blaine, you have towels in your locker, right?" Mercedes asked lightly.
"Of course, we'll be right back." I assured her as Kurt and I ran down the hall to my locker to grab a few towels. Once we reached my locker, Kurt turned to me and frowned.
"This happens a lot to you guys, I assume?" he asked quietly. I merely nodded and pulled a towel out of my locker, slamming it shut, and ran back to the choir room with him.
"Here." I said as I gave the towel to my Glee Club leader. Mr. Shue took the towel gladly and gave me a silent thank you.
As he wiped his face, he stood back up. "Sue did this because she said I deserved to feel what all of you do because of this club... and she's right." he spoke shakily.
Everyone rushed over to our director and gave him a group hug. And after we all pulled away and went to our usual seats, he talked again. "For all of you who are scared to perform alone, or in the group number, you're allowed to pull out. Just tell me if you are."
Tina and Mike exchanged looks and walked up to Mr. Shue and whispered in his ear. Tina always stood up for Mike, so it was understandable that, since Mike can't sing, they would pull out of the individual performance. Then, out of the blue, I had an idea. I was originally going to sing "Man in the Mirror" but I had a better idea. I got up and went to Mr. Shue to ask him to tell the band to get the sheet music for another song. He smiled and nodded and everyone around me gave me a confused look.
Because they think you pulled out, my thoughts informed me, so that smirk on your face is weird to them, obviously. Kurt frowned at me too, but I winked and he shook his head and laughed silently while I sat back down next to him. It's show time.
First up was Rachel; she belted out "I Will Always Love You" in the hallways, which caused the German teacher, who was giving a test, to get feisty. The follow-up was Mercedes, who sang "Hate on Me" which actually received a round of applause from a handful of people, other than us. Santana killed "Bad Romance." The rest of the group buzzed through their songs throughout the day and we sang our group number, "Empire State" with not much of a result, which left me as the last one, and I had to perform outside after lunch.
Kurt seemed rather disappointed during the day, but I gave him a quick smile before grabbing my yellow Ray Bans out of my bag. He raised his eye brows at them, probably disapproving of my fashion, I assumed. "Let's head outside." I told the Glee Club, and they all nodded and followed me. They gave me skeptical looks as I talked to the band, confirming my song change, and rushed up to the top of the stairs with a grin breaking out of the corners of my lips. Then the music began, and finally, I sang.

"It's not unusual to be loved,
By anyone.
It's not unusual to have fun,
With anyone.
But when I see you hanging about,
With anyone.
It's not unusual, to see me cry!
I wanna die!"

Santana gave me a wide smile and rallied her fellow Cheerios to dance around me as I sang. It seemed to give a better effect to everyone as I sang though, so I didn't really mind.

"It's not unusual to go out,
At any time.
But when I see you out and about,
It's such a crime!"

The next line was for Kurt, so I smiled as I sang it straight at him.

"If you should ever wanna be loved,
By anyone.
It's not unusual,
It happens every day."

Then I turned my attention to the two girls who began to grind against me, and I sent them a questioning glance, still continuing the song.

"No matter what you say.
You find it happens,
All the time!
Love will never do,
What you want it to!"

I directed my vision back to my gorgeous new friend, ignoring all the girls around me.

"Why can't this crazy love be mine?"

After that line, Santana hurried over to me so we could dance together. It was brief, but it widened the smile on my face because everyone around me seemed to be having a good time as well.

"It's not unusual to be mad,
With anyone.
It's not unusual to be sad,
With anyone.
But if I ever find that you changed,
At any time.
It's not unusual,
To find out I'm in love with you!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh!
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!
Oh-oh."

With that, the song was over. The cheerleaders all hugged me happily and I received a massive applause by everyone sitting outside. Then, there was Kurt; his jaw was wide open and he just stared at me with those beautiful eyes of his. I raised a questioning eyebrow and walked down the stairs to him. He shook his head quickly and gave me a wide smile.
"That performance was just... wow." Kurt stated in amazement. I blushed and laughed it off.
"And that was precisely what I said to you yesterday, silly." I teased him and he blushed darker in embarrassment.
"So, I was wondering, do you want to go hang out at the mall or something?" I asked sheepishly.
"I think you should go spread your gay elsewhere, Blaine." a hateful voice said behind me.
I sighed and turned around, clenching my fists at my sides to keep myself from trembling in fear. "This is seriously just not the time, Karofsky." I spat as I attempted to block Kurt out of his gaze.
But Kurt had other plans. He side-stepped around me and came face-to-face with Dave. "Hello there, David. Remember me?" he practically growled. Karofsky stepped back instantly. "It seems that you do. Now let me tell you what's going on; Blaine is transferring to my school because of you being a total closeted douche-bag. You took both of our first kisses, you beat the living hell out of us, and you still keep hiding from being who you are. I'm not outing you, as I promised. But back the hell off of Blaine, or so be it I will send Figgins on your sorry ass." he huffed with the bravery I only dreamed I could have.
"Kurt... why the hell are you here?" he asked roughly, narrowing his eyes before he continued. "Why the fuck would you come back here? Just because Blaine here deserves to be beaten up, doesn't mean you are allowed to trample all over me and expect me to lay low." he hissed in return.
That seem to have set Kurt off on impact. "Back the fuck off, Karofsky! I am done with your bullshit! And I am so done with you thinking that bullying is something that is acceptable! You beat up yourself enough, so stop taking it out on others. Let's go, Blaine, before I lose my shit on this asshole." Kurt snarled while gripping my hand and tugging me towards our cars in the parking lot.
I gazed at him appreciatively and slowly found myself going crazy over this boy. How is he real? And how am I lucky enough to be his friend? Not to mention, his future roommate... I smiled at the thought and squeezed Kurt's hand reassuringly. "You are so amazing." I told him with admiration. He sighed at my compliment and stopped dragging me around.
He dropped my hand as he still faced the opposite way. At this gesture, I frowned and Kurt sniffled. I wrapped my arms around him and gave him a gentle hug. He flipped his body around in my arms and leant into my shoulder to cry. "He's just s-so... awful." he choked out between heavy sobs.
I absentmindedly rubbed my hand over his back to comfort him. Kurt's sobs softened at the action, so I continued to do so. "I know he is. You are strongest and bravest person I have ever met. I wish I could be as perfect as you are." I whispered in his ear.
Kurt's sobs ceased as he chuckled half-heartedly. "I'm far from perfect. I'm a mess."
"Depends on what you see as perfect." I replied simply.
Kurt blushed and buried his tear-streaked face in my shoulder. "I guess you're right." he mumbled into the fabric, tickling my skin.
He pulled back from the embrace and smiled at me fondly. "I think you're pretty perfect, too." he added confidently and I rolled my eyes.
"Only in my dreams." I responded softly and took his hand to lead him to his car. Once we were there, he turned to me and fidgeted. "Hey, what is it?" I asked in a confused tone.
Kurt laughed and said, "Well I was wondering if you wanted to hang out at my place for dinner, after we go to the mall or something..." he spoke hesitantly.
"Awesome. I mean, yeah, I'd love to." I fired off in reply.
Kurt giggled and shook his head. "Meet you at the mall?" he asked in confirmation. I nodded firmly.
"Cool, see you there." he replied as he began to get into his car. But as I was walking to my car, he rolled down his window and shouted, "Hey!"
I instantly twirled around to face him and asked "Yeah?"
"From one gay man to another, I just wanted to let you know that your performance was extremely hot, not gonna lie. See ya in a bit!" he shouted with his cheeks flushed bright red. He quickly rolled up his window and drove off.
My eyes were wide with shock. Kurt thought I was hot? Maybe I do have a chance after all...