Ew, okay, I had writers block. But, I didn't want to make you guys wait for another chapter. So, here's a small chapter of just fluff. Hopefully next chapter will involve the actual glee club and everything. And, maybe Blaine will explore his feelings next chapter? Who knows. If you guys have suggestions or comments, leave a review! It'll be very appreciated.

Once again, sorry this chapter is full of nothingness. I tried.

Thanks for the reviews and thanks for reading!

Chapter 9

Announcements over the loudspeaker were echoing through the halls as Kurt walked into school Monday morning. He realized that he had to pass Blaine's lockers to get to his own when he entered the school through the side door, which he often did so he could avoid everyone. He smiled at Blaine, but Blaine didn't see him, so he awkwardly dropped the smile and continued on.

The announcements were background music to Kurt. He didn't have any desire to acknowledge them since he did not partake in any activities. The Green Club will meet today at 3. The Cheerios are looking for a new flyer, said the principal. But Kurt didn't listen or care.

Blaine walked up to Kurt's locker. "Hey," he greeted him. Kurt was about to say hello back, but Blaine said, "wait, shush." And he looked like he was listening to someone else's conversation.

The football team has practice all week in preparation for their first game on Friday. Come support our team Friday night, Principal Figgins announced.

"Oh, shoot, I forgot I have a game that day. We can hang out after, but it'll be late," Blaine said apologetically.

"No worries. Maybe I can come to the game," Kurt offered.

And, our final announcement, Mr. Schuester will be holding auditions for our first glee club. The sign-up sheet is on the main bulletin board next to the cafeteria. Everyone have a nice day.

Blaine's face lit up and the boys both smiled. Blaine hit Kurt on the shoulder.

"Whoa that's so cool that they made an announcement," Kurt commented.

"I know! Let's go sign up. We still have five minutes until first period starts."

"Wait, what about the football game? It's on the same day," Kurt pointed out.

"Oh. Uh, well, auditions will probably start at, like, 3? Right? The game starts at six, and I won't have to be on the field until about 4:45. I'll have plenty of time to do both," Blaine assured him.

Kurt shut his locker and they walked off toward the bulletin board. Boys with varsity jackets whistled toward them in the hallway. When they turned the corner, other boys were laughing in their direction. Kurt looked at Blaine, but Blaine seemed like he didn't notice the jeering.

When they reached the bulletin board, some of the football guys, including David, were standing right there. They were drinking soda - which Kurt thought was absolutely disgusting to do at eight in the morning – and they were talking too loudly and burping in each other's faces. Blaine made eye contact with David.

"Hey, Anderson. I see you've got your boyfriend following you around all morning," David said. Kurt felt nervous.

"Don't you guys have something better to do right now," Blaine questioned. Dave walked toward them and Kurt felt his stomach knot up, but he didn't hurt them. He swung his arm around Blaine in a friendly-looking way.

"Blaine, man. I thought we were cool. Why don't you spend the rest of the morning with us," Karofsky asked. Blaine shook his arm off of his own shoulder and turned away from him. Kurt wanted to get away. He signed his name and Blaine's name on the sheet.

"Come on, Blaine. I don't want to be late," Kurt said calmly.

"What's this?" David asked, pushing past Blaine to stand next to Kurt. Kurt froze, but David was looking at the sheet. "You're joining the glee club? Dude, I was hoping that was a joke when I heard you talking about it to that Cheerio girl, Quinn. You're actually doing that?"

Blaine just stared at him without saying a word, hoping it would make Karofsky realize that he does not care what he or the other football guys think of him.

"Well, have fun being a fag in glee club. But, if you miss a game for a sissy singing competition, coach is going to kick your ass. Keep your priorities straight," David said. The team walked off, carelessly knocking into Kurt on their way down the hallway.

"Sorry about that, Kurt. I know they make you feel uncomfortable," Blaine said.

"It's okay. I already signed us up, so let's just head to class," Kurt suggested. Blaine nodded and they walked to English together.

"So, you were telling the Cheerios about glee club?" Kurt asked on their way down the hallway.

"Oh, yeah. But, I forgot about it until just now when Dave brought it up. You know how you can tell someone's a good singer just by the way they talk? Well, I heard them all cheering really loudly. And Quinn's voice really stood out. I asked her if she sang, and she said yes, although I'm not sure if she was telling the truth. I honestly think she has a crush on me. But, whatever. That's beside the point. I told her to join, and she said she'll join if I do. And I think some other cheerios are joining, too." Blaine explained. Kurt felt sick. He never thought about all of the Cheerios that get to see Blaine at practice all the time. Kurt had to compete will all those girls for Blaine's attention.

"So a bunch of Cheerios are joining so they can get in your pants or something?" Kurt whispered harshly. He didn't mean to say it, but it just fell out of his mouth.

Blaine wasn't even offended, though. He laughed a little. "No. Well, I don't know what their intentions are. But, that doesn't mean I'm interested in them. Quinn is really pretty, but I don't think she's my type," he assured Kurt. They sat down in English and Blaine smiled at Kurt before turning to face the board.

The boys parted ways after second period and met up at Kurt's locker when they could. The school was small, so they saw each other all the time, even when they didn't mean to. On his way to lunch, Kurt checked the sign-up sheet. Rachel Berry was the first name on the list, followed by Kurt and Blaine. Then, Tina and Mercedes were written neatly. Quinn was written in pink pen, Santana Lopez after Quinn, and Brittany was written in crayon with no last name. He knew which Brittany it was though, because no one else would write in crayon besides her. She was the Cheerio that cheated off of Kurt's Spanish tests. He liked her because she smiled at him in the hallway.

A student in a wheel chair rolled up to Kurt and looked up toward the sign-up sheet, then looked at Kurt. "Could you put my name on the sheet? I can't reach it," he said. "My name is Artie. Artie Abrams. You're Kurt, right?" he asked as Kurt wrote his name. Kurt nodded his head. "Cool. You signed up to audition?"

"Yeah. I actually sort of started the club, with my friend Blaine," Kurt stated.

"Nice. Well, I'll see you in auditions. Thanks for writing my name," Artie said, and he rolled into the cafeteria.

Kurt walked into the cafeteria to see Blaine sitting alone at their table. Blaine looked up and said, "Hey, Kurt!" very loudly. Kurt smiled and walked a few feet toward their table and sat down right next to Blaine. "So, I looked at the sign-up sheet. So many people already signed up for an audition."

"I know. I've been practicing my song. Did you figure out which song you're auditioning with?" Kurt asked.

"Not really. I have some songs in mind, but I'm still working on it. I'll be fine, though. I'll figure it out tonight."

"Are you nervous to audition?" Kurt asked.

Blaine thought about it for a second. "I haven't sung in a long time. I want to make a good impression. Obviously I know we're going to make it. I honestly doubt Schuester will cut anyone. So, I'm not nervous over that. But, I'm just nervous in general," Blaine admitted. "What about you?"

"Same thing, I guess. You and my dad are the only people I've sung in front of. I just want to sound good. I crack under pressure. I guess it's because I have bad anxiety. So, I don't want to get up on stage and have nothing come out of my mouth."

"Well, just pretend it's not an audition. Close your eyes and act as if you're in your own room. Keep in mind that you have an outrageously amazing voice, Kurt," Blaine said. He looked right into Kurt's eyes. "You're going to be fine," he promised.

"So are you," Kurt replied. Blaine smiled. They continued eating in silence only for a minute before conversation started up again.

"Oh, I just remembered," Blaine started. He sighed and continued, "So, the team wants to have a party Saturday night if we win our game. Probably if we lose, too. But, we're allowed to bring guests. Do you want to come with me? You don't have to. I would completely understand why you wouldn't want to. But, I would only have fun if you went, honestly," he asked of Kurt.

"Um, I don't know. I mean, I'd love to go anywhere with you, Blaine. But, I don't think the team would want me there," Kurt said.

"If they have a problem with it, then we'll leave the party. Honestly, they'll probably be too drunk to care," Blaine said.

"That's another thing. I've never drank before. I don't know if it's my thing," Kurt professed.

"Oh, me too. I mean, me nether. I never have, and I'm not sure if I will. But, we don't have to be drinking. If we do drink, we can walk back to my house. David lives pretty close to me, unfortunately," Blaine stated.

"Okay, well, I'll think about it," Kurt told him.

"Good. Thanks. I hope you come. Otherwise I won't even go."

"Understandable," Kurt said.

"You know what sucks? That the football guys," Blaine looked behind him to make sure they weren't listening, then he lowered his voice, "The guys are all pretty cool as individual people. But, when they're all with each other, they're obnoxious and loud. That's why I never want to be with them. They like to put on a show for everyone else, and for each other. They all want attention. I used to be like that. When I played football at my old school, I wanted everyone to like me, so I tried to act 'cool.' But, really, I was just being a jerk," Blaine admitted.

"Wow. Well, I'm glad you're not like that anymore. If you tried to act cool, you would have never been friends with me," Kurt stated.

"That's just the thing. Since the football players seem to dislike you, I would've pretended not to like you as well. When, in reality, I'm just like you. Our personalities are, like, parallel to each other's. It's cool how alike we are, you know? So, I'm really glad I didn't try to fit in with the rest of the players. I do like them outside of school, though. Because they try less to get attention," Blaine said.

"I guess that makes sense. I mean, I'll never have any tolerance toward any of them, but I respect that you do. I just can't look at them without thinking about the years of abuse they've put me through," Kurt stated.

"Understandable," Blaine said.

Blaine liked how smart Kurt was. The more time he spent with Kurt, the more he noticed all the great things about him. He could've easily asked Quinn, or any other Cheerio to the football party, but when he found out he could bring someone, the first person on his mind was Kurt. He felt excited to slowly get to know Kurt and get even closer with him as the year went on, especially when they both join the glee club. He smiled to himself as he thought about how lovely Kurt was.

"What?" Kurt asked. Blaine looked up confused. "Why are you smiling?"

"Oh. I'm just glad we're friends," Blaine stated. This caught Kurt by surprise. A wave of happiness poured over him.

"Yeah. Me, too, Blaine. Me, too."