I updated a day early! #progress.

So this chapter they're gonna talk to Schuester…and I think next chapter they're going to audition for the club and everything. I have the next few chapters worked out (I think) so I know that this fic will definitely be more than 16 chapters. Like, a lot more.

Oh, hey, just as a small warning: I might change my username at some point, because my sister is constantly trying to find my fanfiction, and she's close to figuring out my name. So, just don't be alarmed. It's still me.

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Chapter 6

Kurt waited at his locker the next morning. He watched as groups were formed slowly. He was looking at a couple to his right when Blaine came up to his left.

"Hey!" Blaine greeted Kurt, and Kurt jumped. Blaine's facial expression immediately changed from chirpy to concerned.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Ah, I'm sorry," Blaine spat out.

"No, no, it's okay. I was just not paying attention. You caught me off guard. It, uh, it wasn't your fault," Kurt assured him. He smiled to him, although his heart was still trying to get back to a normal pace.

"I didn't know you were so jumpy," Blaine said, half-jokingly and half not. Kurt's face became warm out of embarrassment.

"Yeah, well, usually when people sneak up on me like that it's because they're going to…" Kurt made eye contact with Blaine and then dropped the contact immediately, along with his voice, "hurt me. Or something." They both frowned. Kurt needed to change the subject fast, but Blaine already had another apology sitting on his lips.

"Kurt, man, I'm sorry I shouldn't have done it-"

"Blaine! It's fine. Don't worry about it." Kurt looked at the varsity jacket that Blaine wore everyday over a V-neck tee shirt. It was so funny to him how the jacket made Blaine identical to the rest of the jocks, but he was so different. "Let's go to English," he suggested. They began to walk to their first class side by side.

Blaine spoke as they walked, "Oh, I just remembered to tell you something! Okay, so we had time before practice to eat and stuff. But, I wasn't hungry. So, I went to the library and I looked in old yearbooks. You know that Spanish teacher, Mr. Schuester or whatever?" Kurt nodded and Blaine continued, "He was the leader of the glee club his senior year! Do you know what that means, Kurt? He'll want to start one! We just have to ask."

"I have Mr. Schuester as a teacher. Should I ask today?" Blaine nodded and smiled. "But it's weird if I just randomly ask him. Maybe you should come with me."

"Sure, we can ask him during our lunch period instead of you asking during class. I hope he agrees to it."

"Me, too," Kurt replied. The girls who sat next to him in class had walked in. They stared at Blaine as they strolled to their seat. Kurt suddenly remembered them talking about Blaine a few days ago, and that's how Kurt knew that Blaine was new. Blaine didn't notice the staring, however. He was always looking at Kurt, until class began.

Half the day had gone by, with Blaine and Kurt talking mindlessly in History, and then Kurt reminding Blaine how to get to his classes. They got to lunch before they knew it. Blaine met up with Kurt at their table, and decided to eat lunch quickly and then go talk to Schuester. Kurt happened to know that he had lunch in his classroom this period, because he had to make up a quiz once during his own lunch time.

They swallowed the last bits of their lunches and stood up quickly. Blaine followed Kurt because he didn't know where the classroom was, but when they got their, Blaine entered the room first because he knew Kurt was too shy to speak first. He knocked, but didn't wait for a response as he walked into the room, closely followed by Kurt.

"Hello, sir, my name is Blaine," he said politely, extending his hand for a shake. Schuester shook his hand, and looked at Kurt confused.

"I'm sure you know Kurt, as you have him for a student. I'm going to be straight forward here. We were wondering if you would like to start a glee club at this school. We've already gotten two people wishing to be involved. Four, including Kurt and I. What do you say?"

Kurt was surprised at how well Blaine could influence people just by speaking. He was definitely charismatic.

"Oh. Wow. Yeah, I would totally be interested. I'll have to talk to Principal Figgins, and I'll get back to you guys," he replied. He obviously couldn't control the huge smile on his face.

"Thank you, sir," Blaine said as he turned to leave.

"Thanks," Kurt said quickly, and followed Blaine out.

"Blaine, that was awesome. All we have to do is hope Figgins says yes. That's so cool. Like, this is actually happening," Kurt exclaimed.

"I know! I'm pretty excited," Blaine replied.

"Oh, me too. Hey, we have, like, five minutes of lunch left. Can we stop at my locker before science?"

"Of course, Kurt"

Blaine and Kurt traveled down the hallway and to the left to reach Kurt's locker. He opened it and a note fell out and to his feet. He picked it up and looked at it quickly, then shoved it into his pants pocket because he didn't want Blaine to see.

"Uh, what was that?" Blaine asked. Kurt grabbed the book he needed and shut the locker.

"Nothing. Papers fall out of my locker all the time. I'm pretty messy, I guess. Maybe I should organize my locker some time," Kurt lied. Blaine knew he was not telling the truth, because Kurt's locker was very organized and neat. But, he let it slide, because Kurt obviously didn't want to talk about it.

"Yeah, I've been here for only two days and my locker's already pretty messy," Blaine stated. The bell rang right after and they turned in different directions.

"Wrong way, Blaine," Kurt said. Blaine laughed at himself.

"Oh, right."

They walked to class together, and passed a group of Blaine's teammates on the way. They started to chuckle when they saw Kurt and Blaine.

"Hey, Anderson!" one said through his laughter. Blaine waved at him. Kurt didn't understand how he was so friendly, especially since they were clearly laughing at them. The laughter went right over Blaine's head. "Nice arm candy," the jock mumbled, but Blaine didn't even hear.

They sat through science class in silence as their teacher lectured on about something Kurt didn't understand. While Blaine was doodling in his notebook, Kurt retrieved the note from his own pocket and unfolded it.

It read, "We told you to stop talking with Anderson. People think you're dating now. And it may or may not be because Bryan told everyone that you were. Oops." And was signed, "From, David and the guys." Kurt assumed the "guys" were the football players. His face heated up with anger. It was fine for them to pick on Kurt all year, but why would they have to bring Blaine down, too? He crumpled the note and got up to throw it out.

"You okay?" Blaine asked when Kurt sat back down.

"Yup, totally fine," he answered and gave an assuring smile.

Kurt felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He checked to make sure his teacher wasn't looking, then retrieved his phone from his pocket. He knew it would be his dad, since the only other person who ever texted him was sitting right next to him in class.

"I'll definitely be home by 6:30 with the pizza for you and your friend. If you guys get hungry before that, though, there's snacks in the cabinet," Burt said.

"Thanks, dad," Kurt replied.

Seventh and Eighth period went by quickly, and Blaine was standing at Kurt's locker after eighth period before Kurt even got there. He could see Blaine from down the hallway, and he was incredibly happy that he had someone to wait for him.

"Hey," Blaine greeted Kurt when Kurt approached the locker.

"How do you always get to my locker so fast?" Kurt questioned.

"My locker's actually right down the hall. It's, like, five seconds away from your locker," he answered. Kurt nodded to Blaine as he opened his locker. He put only one book in, took out his book bag, and shut the locker. They walked out to the bus together and sat in a three-seater. Mercedes hopped onto the bus after them and sat right across from Kurt and Blaine.

"Hey, Kurt," she said while sitting down. She wasn't really looking for a conversation, she was just saying hi. Kurt knew that because right after she said hello, she looked out the window instead of at him.

"Hey, Mercedes," he proceeded to start a conversation anyways. "Blaine and I," he pointed to Blaine as he said his name, "talked to Mr. Schuester today about starting a glee club. We told him that you and Tina were interested, and that-"

"Yeah, Tina told me during eighth period. I'm really excited," Mercedes told Kurt. He had forgotten that Tina and Mercedes were friends. When he told Tina, he didn't realize she would tell Mercedes. It saved Kurt from telling the story again, though, so he didn't mind. "When will we know by?"

"Probably a day or two, I'm sure. Schuester was pretty excited about it, so he'll speak to Figgins right away, and he'll get back to me in Spanish Class."

"Cool. Keep me posted. Or, at least keep Tina posted, since she likes to keep me posted," Mercedes said. She waited for Kurt to respond and then she put in her headphones and listened to music from her phone.

"That's one of the girls you told me about?" Blained asked.

"Yup, Mercedes. She's nice," Kurt answered. Blaine nodded his head in agreement.

They arrived at Kurt's bus stop and walked for ten minutes until they arrived at Kurt's home. Kurt took out his phone to text his dad before he unlocked the door.

"Who're you texting," Blaine asked him.

"My dad. I have to text him once I get home so he knows that I got home safely."

"It's cool how much your dad cares about you," Blaine stated. Kurt unlocked the door without answering and let Blaine in first.

"Well, this is my home. We should definitely have some after-school snacks," Kurt offered. They headed to the kitchen and Kurt broke out some cheese doodles and chips and cookies. He gave Blaine plenty of options. They ate and talked and told stories to each other.

After they finished snacking, they went into the living room and sat on the couch. "Hey, let's play the Wii," Blaine suggested.

"That's cool with me. I always used to play Just Dance with my dad every Friday until he started working a lot more. It was pretty funny, seeing him dance."

"I love Just Dance! Let's do it," Blaine said.

Kurt put in the game and Blaine took off his varsity jacket. Kurt was wearing a striped tee-shirt with a scarf and a black jacket over it. The jacket was to hide his wrists, so he hesitated to take it off. He figured if he stayed on the left side of him, then Blaine wouldn't notice the cuts on his left arm. With this in mind, Kurt took off his jacket and scarf and began the game.

They danced around and laughed for about eight songs. They kept saying they needed a break, but then would find a great song to dance to. They both ended up out of breath and sweaty. After the ninth song, Kurt offered a water break. They crawled into the kitchen and sat down tiredly after grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. Kurt was too in the moment with Blaine to think about his arms. He sat down next to Blaine, and Blaine turned to look at Kurt, but noticed the cuts. He gasped and looked up at Kurt with wide eyes. Kurt didn't realize what Blaine had saw, and didn't know what was going on.

"Kurt," Blaine said softly.

"What?"

"Oh, Kurt," Blaine repeated. "Why do you do that?" he asked. That's when it clicked in Kurt's head. He moved his arm quickly to his side, but it was too late.

"I didn't mean for you to see that," Kurt admitted. He wouldn't look at Blaine.

"Does anyone know that you do that?"

"No, and you can't tell anyone. Okay? I don't want my dad to worry. I don't want anyone to worry because it's nothing to worry about. I'm fine."

Blaine got up out of his seat and grabbed Kurt's hand, pulling him up, too. The second Kurt was on his feet, he was trapped in Blaine's warm embrace. Kurt always imagined that if anyone found out, they would make fun of him. Or, they would be scared. But, Blaine's hug felt so genuine and real, that Kurt knew Blaine wasn't mad or scared or anything. He cared about Kurt.

"I know you probably don't want to talk about it, so I'll just tell you once…" he looked straight into Kurt's eyes, "You can always talk to me. About this or about being sad or about anything. If you ever feel like hurting yourself, you have to call me. If I don't answer, keep calling until I do. Okay?" Tears fell from Kurt's eyes.

"Okay," he whispered. Blaine got Kurt a tissue and handed it to him.

"Ugh, I'm sorry, Blaine. This is not how I wanted today to go. I wanted to have fun," Kurt said.

"Hey, don't worry, Kurt. Remember what we said when you wrote that paper about me? That we needed to get to know each other. Now we're definitely best friends, since I know your secret. Everyone has a secret that they'd only tell their best friend, right?" Kurt nodded his head. "Let me tell you a secret about me to make up for it." Blaine sat down and waited for Kurt to sit, too.

"My secret is…that I have this incredibly horrible fear of being alone. And, I know that's pretty ironic since I was alone my whole high school life, until now. But, I've had this fear since a young age. That's why when I find a friend, I latch onto them so they won't leave. But, I always get too clingy for everyone, and they don't want to deal with me anymore, so they leave anyway. In reality, I had about fifty best friends in the past. But, they all left after about a week. They had better friends than me. Actually, it's not even a fear of being alone. It's a fear of never being someone's first choice. I guess that started because my brother was always my parents' first choice over me. And, in middle school, I made up imaginary friends to keep me company. I was always their favorite. I still have imaginary friends, but it's not as childish as it sounds. I recognize that they aren't real. They just help me to feel needed, because without me, they would be nothing, you know? Sorry, I know this is silly. The imaginary friends part isn't the secret, though. I don't care who knows about that. The secret is the fear itself. All I want to be someone's first choice. It's pretty sad how obsessed I am with finding a good friend," Blaine revealed. It took Kurt a minute to process everything.

"Well, you don't have to be afraid of that anymore. You have me, now. And, I'm not going to leave."