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Chapter 3

Blaine fidgeted in the receptionist's office at William McKinley High School while he waited to go in to see Principal Figgins. So far, the high school seemed just like his old high school, long hallways filled with lockers. Posters on the walls advertising different school clubs and a football game happening that Friday afternoon. They were at the school earlier than the student body, since they had to meet with the principal. Blaine hadn't seen any of the students yet, but he figured that they would probably be just like his old school as well. Peter was sat in the chair next to him as calm as could be. So far, Blaine thought Peter only really had two emotions: calm as could be or angry. He figured it was just a part of him being an FBI agent. He had to remain calm in tricky situations, but then be intimidating when it came to interrogating suspects.

"Principal Figgins will see you now," the receptionist finally said, a woman in her mid-forties with graying hair and cat-eye spectacles.

Blaine had to put all of his will power into standing from the chair and following his uncle into the office. His fight or flight response was telling him to utilize the flight response, but he knew that wouldn't get him very far. Damn anklet.

Principal Figgins was a man of medium build, with tanned skin, dark hair, and the distinct smell of curry and spices. Blaine and Peter sat down across from Principal Figgins, in chairs just as uncomfortable as the ones in the reception area. Blaine was just happy when he noted that he was wearing long enough pants that his anklet didn't show, even when he sat down. He made a mental note that he would have to test out all of his pants before coming to school to make sure they were the same. Elizabeth had taken him shopping the previous day to get some clothes and school supplies for him.

"Welcome Mr. Burke," Principal Figgins said, "I take it this is your nephew Blaine Anderson."

Peter nodded in reply.

"Now I have looked through all of Blaine's files and such, and I unfortunately cannot say that I was overly thrilled with everything that I saw. He seemed to have a problem with truancy as well as behavior in class. Add to that the fact that he was just arrested…" Principal Figgins began.

"I can assure you that it won't be a problem this time around. Blaine wasn't in the best situation before, and he didn't have the proper authority figure to keep him in line. My wife and I are going to make sure that there is no repeat of the problem," Peter assured.

Blaine sighed and shifted in his chair. He really didn't like to be talked about as if he was not in the room.

"I will hold you to your word on that," Principal Figgins replied. "I don't take any shenanigans from the students in my school. Is that understood, Mr. Anderson?"

Blaine nodded his head and was immediately elbowed in the side by Peter, suggesting that he should actually speak, "Yes, sir."

"Welcome to McKinley High then, Mr. Anderson," Principal Figgins said, searching around his desk. He finally picked up a manila envelope and passed it over to Blaine. "This is your school schedule as well as your locker number and combination. You will be given your text books by your teachers in each of your classes. There is also a map located in the folder. You best get going, class starts in five minutes."

Blaine nodded and stood up from the chair. He walked out of the room without another word to either his uncle or the principal. He started searching through the envelope and found his class schedule. His first class of the day was to be French with Madame Posey in 211. He quickly consulted the map and made his way to the classroom. By some lucky twist of fate he was able to make it there without getting horribly lost. He walked in and talked with the teacher for a moment. She handed him a French textbook, and then gestured for him to sit anywhere in the classroom that he liked. Blaine headed toward the back of the room as everyone was filing in. He didn't want to sit anywhere that too much attention could be drawn towards him. When he sat down he finally looked up at the other students walking in. For the most part they looked just the same as the other students from his school in the city, just as he predicted.

The bell rang and one more student filed in. Blaine's breath got caught in his chest by this student. It was the most beautiful boy he had ever seen. He didn't have anyone like this boy at his old school. The boy had a light brown coiffed hairstyle and had the most impeccable fashion sense that Blaine had ever seen. He was wearing suspenders for God's sake! His dark jeans were also so tight, that Blaine didn't know how they were anything but painted on to his body. The boy's white Doc Martin boots pulled the outfit together. The boy kept his head down as he walked to the seat in front of Blaine. He didn't seem to even notice that Blaine was staring at him, completely entranced by this boy. When he sat down, Blaine noted that he even smelled incredible. It was a light woodsy scent. Blaine couldn't help but lean forward a little so that he could drink in the smell even more.

The class ended up watching Le Ballon Rouge and a couple other short French films. This allowed Blaine all the time in the world to study the most amazing boy in the world in front of him. Blaine noted everything from the way that he tapped his pen on his desk when he was bored, to the fact that he was humming La Vie En Rose under his breath. Blaine also noted that there was sheet music sticking out of the boy's brown leather satchel. He grasped that as his chance to talk to the boy when the bell rang. The boy actually picked up his satchel so fast when the bell rang that the sheet music fell out of his bag. Blaine scooped them up immediately.

"Excuse me!" Blaine called, causing the boy to turn around. "You dropped these!"

"Thank you," the boy replied with a small smile. Blaine's heart skipped a beat at the boy's voice. He hated to sound cliché, but it was the voice of angels. It had to be.

"What are they for? Are you auditioning for the school play?" Blaine asked, not wanting to let this boy go. He wanted to stay here and talk with him forever.

"No, they are for a song that we are doing in Glee club this week," the boy with the voice of an angel replied.

Blaine nodded, unsure as to how to continue on with the conversation. He just stood there staring as the boy turned and walked out of the classroom. It was then that he decided that he had to learn everything that he possibly could about that boy and about Glee club.

His next class of the day was chemistry and when he walked into that classroom and introduced himself to the teacher he not only was given a book, but given a lab partner. His lab partner was to be a shorter girl with bangs, dark hair, and a strange fashion sense named Rachel Berry. When he walked over to sit down next to her he couldn't help but think that God was playing some kind of trick on him…or at least testing his patience. What sane high school student actually thought that it was okay to pair a unicorn sweater and a plaid skirt with loafers?

"Hi! I'm Rachel Berry," the short girl stated. "You must be Blaine Anderson. The whole school is talking about how we have a new student."

"They are?" Blaine asked, his eyebrow's raised. He was really hoping it was due to the fact that he was new, and not due to the fact that they knew what he did.

"Yes, we haven't had a new student in our grade since middle school," Rachel replied. "So do you sing, Blaine? I'm in our school's glee club. Of course, I am the lead singer and the star of the group. I get all of the solos, but we are always looking for other backup singers."

Blaine wanted to tell Rachel just what he thought of her ego, but was taken by the fact that she said glee club.

"The glee club is recruiting?" Blaine asked, trying to act nonchalant, but probably failing miserably.

"Yes, you could audition today right after school," Rachel replied, looking excited at the fact that he was showing interest in their club. "Everyone always meets for Glee after school on Monday, Wednesday and Friday."

"Okay, I think I will do that," Blaine said, making up his mind right away. He wanted nothing more than to get to know the most beautiful boy on the planet more. It was a shame that it came at the price of having to spend more time with Rachel Berry, but angel boy was worth it.

"Great! No one is going to believe that I actually recruited you! I usually scare people off, I think it's because I'm so talented that's it's overwhelming," Rachel pondered.

Blaine chose to refrain from making a comment on that. He knew for sure it wasn't Rachel's talent that was turning people away from her. The girl was scarily straightforward…not to mention that she had an ego the size of China. So far, he wasn't even sure she had the talent to match that ego. Only time would tell on that one, though.

The rest of the day flew by for Blaine, and the next thing he knew he was getting ready to walk into the choir room to audition for Glee club. He wasn't nervous all day, until he had the realization that he would be auditioning in front of Angel-voiced boy. He had to give himself a little pep talk about how he had stolen from some of the most secure museums in New York without getting caught. He could handle performing in front of someone so beautiful…he thinks…

As soon as he walked into the room Rachel was out of her seat.

"Everyone, this is Blaine. He is the one that I told you I got to audition for the Glee Club, even though you all didn't believe me," Rachel said with a pout. The entire choir room was starting at the scene with the mouths practically on the ground. He guessed Rachel had scared off her fair share of potential Glee Club members.

"Well it is nice to meet you, Blaine," a man in his late thirties, with a very curly head of hair, said from where he was sat on a piano bench. "I'm Mr. Schuester and I run the Glee Club."

"Nice to meet you, sir," Blaine said, wanting to look good in front of Angel boy, even though he refused to look around the room to find him. He was going to wait until after he had performed to look at him. "I have my audition prepared."

"Well go right ahead then," Mr. Schuester said, gesturing that the floor was his.

Blaine immediately walked to piano and sat down. He had decided that he was going to audition with Teenage Dream, because it had been the most recent song that he was messing around with on the piano. There seemed to be a general hum of excitement that he was going to play an instrument when he sat down. When he started to play the first bars of Teenage Dream and people began to recognize the song the excitement grew exponentially.

'You think I'm pretty, without any makeup on…'´Blaine began to sing, losing himself in the music. He made the mistake of looking up halfway through the song, and immediately locked eyes with the Angel himself. Blaine's heart started racing, but ever the showman he carried on. When he finished the song he realized that he had been singing the second half of the song solely to the Angel. He blushed nervously, hoping that no one else had noticed.

"Well I think I speak for everyone when I say, welcome to Glee Club," Mr. Schuester said, starting to clap.

The rest of the Glee Club began to clap as well, and much to Blaine's delight that included the Angel.

"We should probably do quick introductions now that you are officially a part of our club," Mr. Schuester said. "You have clearly already met Rachel. On her left is Finn Hudson (a tall thin boy with a McKinley High Varsity jacket on), Mike Chang (an Asian boy who was also a Football player), Noah Puckerman (a boy with a Mohawk and a football jacket) and Artie Abrams (a bespectacled boy wearing a knit pullover and in a wheelchair). In the row above is Tina Cohen-Chang (an Asian girl with a gothic sense of dress), Quinn Fabray (a blonde girl in a cheerleading uniform, who looked like she owned the room), Brittany Pierce (another blonde cheerleader who had a much softer manner about her) and Santana Lopez (a Latina cheerleader who looked like she had claws). Then in the top row we have Mercedes Jones (a black girl with a very loud and bright fashion sense) and finally Kurt Hummel (the Angel)."

Kurt Hummel. That sounded like the perfect name for the boy who looked and spoke so much like an angel. Blaine wanted to say the name out loud, to test how it felt on his tongue, but luckily stopped himself. That would be super weird after all.

Mr. Schuester gestured for Blaine to join the other students, and Blaine didn't hesitate to climb to the top row and sit next to Kurt. Kurt smiled at him when he sat down, and Blaine basically died on the inside. The rest of Glee club was spent with Rachel arguing why she had to sing a Barbara song for their Showcase. Blaine didn't really pay attention, way too focused on reveling in the fact that he was sitting next to Kurt. The next thing Blaine knew Mr. Schuester was dismissing the Glee Club.

"Catch you later Kurt, I have to run. I'm sorry I can't walk home with you, but my mom is waiting for me in the car for a dentist appointment," Mercedes said, waving goodbye to Kurt and rushing out of the classroom.

"I can walk home with you if you'd like," Blaine blurted out before his mind had time to process whether or not they were the words he should actually say and still be socially acceptable.

Kurt looked at him curiously for a few moments before finally nodding and saying, "Yeah, sure. I just have to run to my locker real quick to grab my Physics text book."

"Okay, I can come with. I have all of my books," Blaine replied, doing a cartwheel of excitement on the inside.

The two walked in comfortable silence to Kurt's locker, and Blaine waited patiently while Kurt retrieved his book. After he was done they turned and started walking out of the building. They both zipped up their coats as they got outside, the crisp November air hitting them immediately.

"So, how are you liking school so far?" Kurt asked, breaking their silence.

"It's okay. The classes are just like anywhere else. Rachel definitely makes Chemistry interesting. She is like no one else," Blaine said with a laugh.

"She's a little much to handle. I'm certainly surprised that she didn't scare you off," Kurt replied with a smile. "So where did you move here from?"

"I just moved from the city," Blaine replied, trying to keep his answer as vague as possible.

"Oh, your family decided to choose the quiet life in the suburbs instead?" Kurt asked.

"No, I moved in with my aunt and my uncle. Things with my mom just weren't working out," Blaine replied with a shrug.

Kurt seemed to sense that Blaine didn't want to talk anymore on that subject, so he switched topics.

"So your audition was incredible. That was an amazing version of Teenage Dream. You actually made me like the song, and that is saying a lot coming from a huge Gaga fan like me," Kurt bantered.

"Are you not a fan of Katy Perry?" Blaine asked, pretending to be wounded—stopping and clutching his heart.

"She's alright, just not as good as Lady Gaga," Kurt replied with a smile and a shrug.

"I don't know that we can be friends anymore," Blaine joked, falling into step next to Kurt again.

"It will be your loss then, since I am the best in our grade at French," Kurt divulged.

"Oh, well then I certainly don't want to ruin that. I'm going to need your extraordinary skills in that aspect to help me pass that class," Blaine replied honestly. "I guess I can look over the Gaga thing…for now."

"Good," Kurt said with a laugh.

Blaine continued walking forward, thinking that he wanted nothing more than to hear Kurt laugh forever. It was the most incredible sound he had ever heard. It was musical, and made Blaine sure that the boy could sing like no other.

He was jarred out of his thoughts by a loud beeping noise. They both stopped confused. It took Blaine a moment to realize what it was. He immediately took a step back and the beeping stopped.

"What was that?" Kurt asked in confusion, looking around to find a possible source of the abrupt noise.

"Er—nothing. I have to…uh…I have to go," Blaine stuttered out.

Blaine immediately turned around and ran off before Kurt could ask anything more. Blaine didn't stop running until he was back on the block his new house was on. He couldn't believe his stupidity. Kurt would never talk to him again if he found out about the anklet. He had no way to explain what had just happened, though. He couldn't walk Kurt home that was for certain. He must live right outside of his radius. That was super unfortunate. Blaine sighed as he unlocked the front door. He was happy that El and Peter wouldn't be home for a little bit. He didn't think he could deal with questions about his first day at the moment. He honestly wanted nothing more than to slump into his bed and hide away from the rest of the world. His day had been going so well until that moment too! Damn!

He ultimately decided that he had to get his mind off the situation, so he went to the kitchen and grabbed a snack and then sat down at the kitchen table to do some homework. He was still sitting there doing his homework an hour later when Elizabeth walked through the door. She greeted him and asked him how his day had gone. He mumbled a reply that things had gone well, and was very relieved that she allowed that answer to stick. He knew he wasn't going to be as lucky when Peter got home. The two of them were literally the epitome of bad cop and good cop. El was the good cop who worried about Blaine and wanted him to be happy. She wasn't going to push if he was uncomfortable and always seemed to sense when he didn't want to talk. Peter was the bad cop who was focused on discipline and rules. Blaine hated to admit it, but he knew Peter cared deeply about him too. He wanted Blaine to be happy, he just wasn't willing to bend his rules that he felt were set in stone the way that Elizabeth would.

Blaine finally finished his last math problem, thus finishing his homework, when Peter walked through the door.

"So how was your first day of school?" Peter asked, going over toward the coffee machine to get himself a cup.

"It was okay," Blaine replied with a shrug. He was testing to see if he could get away with it like he did with El. That, of course, was not going to happen with Peter.

"Did you join any extracurricular activity?" Peter asked, sitting down on one of the kitchen stools at the counter next to Blaine.

"Yes," Blaine replied. "I joined Glee Club."

Peter nodded his approval of that choice. He was actually pleasantly surprised that it was the club that Blaine decided to join. He was happy he didn't choose some half-assed club that rarely met and only watched unrelated movies or something.

"So," Peter began casually. "Why were you at the edge of your radius today?"

"You looked up my tracking data?" Blaine accused, trying to divert the subject.

"Of course I looked at your tracking data. It's required as part of your release that I know where you are at all times of the day," Peter replied, refusing to be swayed.

"I was just walking someone home from school and didn't realize that I was at the edge of my radius. They apparently live outside of my radius," Blaine mumbled in reply, going for a mostly true story. He was just omitting a few details.

Peter stared at him curiously for a few moments before deciding to believe Blaine's story. He nodded and stood up from the stool with his coffee in hand.

"Well if things get serious between you and this girl, I expect to meet her," Peter said, and then turned and walked off to go watch ESPN.

Blaine sighed when he walked out of the room. It didn't really matter, though. He was sure he had ruined any possible chance that he had with Kurt when he freaked out and ran off. There would never be another time where he would have to skirt around walking Kurt home or worry about Kurt meeting his Uncle. He realized that he would have to figure out a way to dodge Kurt at school, though. It wasn't going to be all that easy. Luckily, Blaine only had French class with Kurt during the day. The tricky part would be Glee club which meets Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays after school…great.