Sometimes life makes choices you never really prepared yourself for. You will go through things that will break your heart or make you excited. You fall in and out of love, you do things that create memories and sometimes you go crazy. You feel hurt, happy, sad and all the emotions during a lifetime. That's just life. And Blaine Anderson is not really ready to go through it with full on armor.

It's the first day in a new school for Blaine Anderson. McKinley High. More like McKinley sigh. He hated school and he hated being the new kid, but because both his parents got a job in Lima, Ohio, out of all places, he had to move. Which sucked as it was becausehe also moved away from his friends. But all he could do was suck it up and make it through the day.

Beep, beep, beep.

Blaine woke up to the noise of his alarm and let out a groan as he rubbed his face repeatedly. Somehow he had turned the alarm off and he let out a quiet whine when he realized what day it was and where he would be going.  He got out of bed and walked lazily into the bathroom and took a quick shower before pulling on some clothes. 

The weird part about this was that he wasn't used to casual clothes at school. At his old school, Dalton, they had uniforms. Same uniforms every day, and they were never able to wear casual clothes. To be honest, he missed his bowties and hes happy now that he can show off his wonderful collection. His grandpa gave him his first one when he was three years old and has worn bow ties ever since.

He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, where he found his mother and father at the breakfast table. It smelled amazing and Blaine was secretly hoping it was French toast. His mother looked at him and smiled brightly. She was always happy and it always put Blaine in a good mood. He really wished he could say the same thing about his father though.

‘' Dear, sit down. I made some French toast for my precious boy so you can start the day in a happy mood.'' She put a plate on the table with two pieces of french toasts. Blaine beamed and ate with a fork and knife because that's what he is used to. Eating, sitting and talking with good manners because that is how it is in this household.

‘' Excited for school, dear? ‘' His mother asked as she put down a cup of juice for Blaine. Blaine just shrugged lightly and chewed on his French toast, not really wanting to think about that. Yet, he was worried that he wouldn't find any friends and that his last few years of high school will suck.

‘' I expect you to have good grades, son. Don't disappoint me, understood?'' the first words coming out of his father this morning. Blaine looked at him and nodded quickly.

Of course, grades are important. But Blaine is a singer, he loves to sing and dance. But that's not a wise career choice and it doesn't offer a stable future. Of course his father said that, because he only cared about anything connected to success. It was not like Blaine was a bad student. He was pretty good, but he wasn't really interested in math or history. His passion was music and singing. That's what he wanted to do. But he never said that out loud. Not yet. The last thing Blaine needed and wanted was to upset his father on a day that already had him in a cloudy mood.

‘' Of course, dad. I know that. You don't have to worry. I will do everything perfectly. I will study and I will get amazing grades. I'll make you proud  ‘' Blaine tried to be optimistic about it. His father only wanted what was best for Blaine and his future. Or thats what he wanted to believe.

' You better, son. ‘' His father looked at Blaine before looking back at the newspaper. He continued eating his French toast although his appetite was gone. Blaine just looked down at his plate, swallowed the cry that got stuck in his throat and felt hopeless and worthless because his father was never really pleased with whatever Blaine did.

 ‘' Oh, Blaine will do amazing! He is a good boy. ‘' His mother smiled brightly, always being the one who tried to save the mood. She grabbed Blaine's face and planted a big kiss on his cheek. Blaine slowly smiled brightly. How his mother did that was a secret to Blaine, but she always made him feel better.

 ‘' Thank you, mommy. ‘' Blaine always said mommy to her. It might sound childish, but it got stuck. She never complained and Blaine was enjoying it. She wasn't like other mothers, but don't all kids think that? That their own mothers are more special than others?

 ‘' Yeah, right. ‘' His father scoffed, flipping the page of the newspaper. His mother quickly glared at him. Blaine just sighed,  ducked his head and slowly grabbed his bag. Hopeless, worthless, disgust, embarrassment… All those words floating around Blaine's head, all those words making him feel like he can't go on.

He left the house without a single word.

 Walking into McKinley High for the first time was scary. He saw people being bullied and he saw people fighting. At Dalton, those things weren't accepted and it really shouldn't be. He looked around, hoping to see a teacher that can stop the fights going on between the two jocks. He wanted to stop them but he really didn't feel like he should get between a fight on his first day or ever, for that matter. Trying to exactly do that, avoid any kind of conflict, he bumped into someone and fell down on the floor. But that wasnt enough of course, because the books in his bag also fell out.

‘' Hey, watch it!'' The other person said, glaring at Blaine. He rubbed the back of his neck, let out a quiet whimper and when he finally looked up, his jaw dropped at the person in front of him. A gorgeous person who made him speechless.

‘' You ruined my hair! Do you know how hard it is to keep it like this? ‘' the person groaned and you could just feel the annoyance in him. Blaine really felt like he should apologize, so he collected his books into his bag again and stood up shakily.

‘' I-I'm sorry, ‘' he stuttered. He stared at the boy who just glared at him with his piercing blue eyes which were filled with annoyance. The need to fix this, to apologize, to say something at all without stuttering was growing and growing, but no words left his mouth. This boy was just so beautiful that Blaine feared one word would make him disappear.

‘' Whatever, just watch where you're going next time. ‘' With that he just walked away and Blaine wanted to stop him, ask him for his name, ask him more than just that. But he said nothing and just watched the boy go. Then Blaine swallowed sharply when the boy looked back at him. It was only a second, only a small moment and then a girl touched the boys shoulder and he left with her.

Blaine made his way to the principal's office to get his schedule before lunch. After a long conversation with the principal, he finally arrived at the cafeteria. He grabbed a tray and stood in line. He saw some of the students grab some food when the lunch lady didn't watch. People thronged in line and everything was just… Not Dalton. After getting his food, which didn't look healthy at all, he looked around to find a seat. He chewed on his lower lip, unsure where the right place to sit without problems would be. He saw the gorgeous boy – yeah thats what he would call him in his mind. He decided to man up and sit down with him, even though he was surrounded by cheerleaders. Wait, he is a cheerleader? He felt giddy and his stomach filled with butterflies when he heard the boy laugh. It was angelic and it made Blaine smile brightly.

Just as he decided to walk over, someone knocked down his tray and all the food fell on the floor. Blaine just stared at the jock with wide eyes and he quickly looked over at gorgeous boy who was laughing along with everyone in the cafeteria. At first he was shocked and suddenly the gorgeous boy didnt seem so gorgeous after all. Then he felt tears in his eyes, but he couldn't cry on the first day in school or ever. No one should see how weak he sometimes felt how lonely he was. But this place made it hard for him. This place was not Dalton and so Blaine ran out of the cafeteria and into the next bathroom.

After ten minutes of pure sobbing, he walked out of the stall and looked at himself in the mirror. If people hate him already, what will they do when they find out he's gay? This was not Dalton, this was a normal school in homophobic Ohio.

Fixing himself up again, he had the courage to walk out of the bathroom and get to his next class. He tried his best to feel optimistic and he tried his best to ignore all the giggles and whispers he still heard from the students. Maybe tomorrow will be better, maybe today was just filled with bad luck.

He walked into his English class and sat down in a seat, it seemed like he was the first one there. He felt a little happy about that, because he won't draw all the attention towards him like you do when you are the last person in. The bell rang and all the students walked into the classroom, including the gorgeous boy. Blaine didn't even look at him because he was mad. Mad and hurt, because of all the laughter. He was angry becausethe angelic boy just laughed and he didn't help. It wasn't personal because Blaine didn't even know him. He was mad at everyone.

But Blaine couldn't help to glance at some points, which seemed to catch the gorgeous boy's attention. He glanced back at Blaine and smirked before winking at him and slowly sat down on his seat. Blaine blushed furiously over the gesture. He felt his hands getting warm and he quickly ducked his head. Blaine felt the familiar butterflies inside his stomach. He felt giddy but he didn't want to. He was angry and he would like to stay that way for now! Not act like a schoolgirl with a huge crush.

He cleared his throat and lifted his head, trying to seem like that gesture didn't affect him. He looked back at the teacher with a straight face. Hopefully the teacher wouldn't announce a new student in class. The attention has already been too much today. And it sucked.

The class was discussing ‘'To Kill A Mockingbird''. Blaine just sat there silently and listened to every word the teacher was saying while he took notes.

‘' Kurt, who was the author?'' the teacher looked in the gorgeous boy's direction and Blaine couldn't help but do the same. That's his name.

It was gorgeous, just like him. Blaine slowly smiled and watched Kurt answering the question with wide eyes. Kurt's lips looked really nice and Blaine wondered how they felt.

‘' Easy, Harper Lee.'' Kurt said with a proud smile. He is so gorgeous, Blaine thought. But Blaine slowly remembered the laughter and with that memory he looked away and his smile was gone too. He might be gorgeous, but he is not very nice. Remember that, Blaine thought.

The class ended really quickly and Blaine felt rather grateful for that because he needed time alone. He was heading to his locker when someone shoved him into the lockers. He whimpered loudly at the pain he felt on his back. A bunch of jocks pushed him and of course, they laughed.

‘' Watch it, faggot! ‘' One of the jocks laughed and received a high five from another one. Blaine wanted to get up, he wanted to fight them but when he tried to get up, he felt his back ache. His body was shaking and his mind cursed him for not being man enough, for not getting up no matter what the pain cost him. His father wouldn't sit there. He wouldn't be scared and his father would've done something about it.

‘' What the hell?'' a girl said as she helped Blaine up. Blaine looked up at her. She had dark skin and black hair, her eyes were brown and she was a little chubby. She was beautiful.  ‘' Are you okay?'' Blaine nodded shakily. No, he wasn't okay. He was feeling terrible, hurt and even a little broken.'' Those boys are idiots.'' she said. ‘' Maybe we can report it to the principal but he probably wouldn't be able to do anything without evidence. Sorry.

 '' It's okay, '' Blaine lied but smiled slightly because her own smile made him feel a little better.

'' Hi, by the way, I'm Mercedes.''

‘' I'm Blaine, hello. ‘' Blaine forced a tight smile and Mercedes smiled back. ‘' It's okay. I don't want anyone to get into trouble. ‘' He sighed quietly and slowly pulled out his books out of his locker and put them inside his bag.

 ‘' Hey, do you want to come with me to the glee club? We have rehearsals now and you seem to need a friend. ‘' She said after a while just watching him and Blaine could see that she was hoping the answer would be yes. So Blaine nodded slowly. He felt a little more optimistic about the day. After all, not every person here seemed to be a bad person. Also, Glee Club meant music and that was exactly what he needed right now.

‘' That's great! You will love it there! We are all very good friends, expect for Rachel and I. Cause, boy, she is horrible. As a person, that is. Unfortunately, her singing voice is quite amazing. Just not as amazing as mine. ‘' Mercedes laughed. It caused Blaine to laugh as well, because her laugh was very contagious.

‘' Yeah, I mean I like singing. ‘' Blaine mumbled and rubbed the back of his neck with a shy smile. Usually this wasnt something he said out loud. But these people are like him, they sing.

‘' You can sing? ‘' Mercedes looked at Blaine and raised her eyebrows as they walked together down the hallway.

‘' Yeah, daily. But mostly just at home. ‘' Blaine shrugged and looked back at her.

‘' Why don't you try out for our glee club? ‘' She smiled and hooked her arm around his. Blaine smiled back at her, shaking his head.

‘' No, I don't think that's such a good idea.'' His smiled faded. He wanted to sing and dance, but he wasn't allowed to. His father would yell at him, force him to leave the Glee Club. Singing, dancing, art and music, his father didn't understand how much it meant to him. So Blaine had to give up on his dream for now because he couldn't handle his father's anger. 

‘' Yeah, I know we're getting teased a lot. But we're special, Blaine. ‘' She stopped on her heels and looked at him with wide eyes. She held onto his arm gently, sighing quietly. ‘' Look, we're in need for more members. Please?''

He looked at her. She had hope in her eyes and he wasn't the person to let it down. He wanted to say yes so badly, but he couldn't. His father… If he found out about it, he might need to change schools. He did sing in Dalton but that's because you got extra credit for joining the Warblers. But it isn't like that here.

‘' I don't know, Mercedes. ‘' Blaine sighed and slowly ducked his head. Mercedes let out a sigh as well.

‘' Can you at least consider it, Blaine? Come with me to glee club right now and decide later what you want to do. ‘' He looked at her with wide eyes. What harm would it do to just watch? He nodded slowly at her and he received a bright smile from her.

‘' Great! You will love us. ‘'

‘' I'm sure I will. ‘' Blaine smiled and felt like he and Mercedes would be great friends. Well at least he hopes so. Hopefully she feels the same. They walked into another room where there was a piano, drums, guitars and plenty of red chairs up on a… maybe you can call it a small stage? The room was big and well, like all the other classrooms.

‘' Who's that? ‘' A small girl with an animal sweater pointed at Blaine with wide eyes. She didn't seem pleased with having a new person here and Blaine had a small feeling in his stomach that this was Rachel. Why? He doesn't really know. Until Mercedes said it. 

‘' Calm your tiny boobs, Rachel. This is Blaine and he will be watching us today. ‘' Mercedes grabbed Blaine's hand and walked to two empty chairs.

‘' Watching us? ‘' A guy in a wheelchair said that. He had his eyebrow raised and he just looked at Blaine.

‘' W-Well, I'm just here because Mercedes invited me. ‘' Blaine stuttered, feeling like he should probably leave the room.

‘' Yeah, he can sing. He doesn't want to audition, but my plan is to make him change his mind. ‘' Mercedes grinned ear to ear. She looked at Blaine who smiled, as well. He was excited to sing in front of people again. He always enjoyed how people admired him.

‘' But if you can sing, why won't you audition? ‘' Rachel crossed her arms and huffed quietly as she raised an eyebrow at Blaine.

‘' Personal reasons. ‘' He mumbled and looked towards the door as a teacher walked in.

‘' Okay, my fellow singers, is everyone here? ‘' The teacher clapped his hands together and smiled enthusiastically. Rachel's hand went up right away.

‘' No, Finn isn't here yet. ‘' She looked at the teacher. Blaine could tell that she might be a little worried.

‘' I'm sure he will be here soon enough, Rachel. ‘' The teacher walked over to the whiteboard. Blaine looked at Mercedes, he furrowed his eyebrows.

‘' Finn? Finn Hudson? Captain of the Titans? But what is he doing here? ‘' He whispered confused. Aren't all the jocks the same? Wasn't he sitting in the cafeteria when they all laughed at Blaine? Wasn't he laughing too? He was sitting two seats in front of Blaine at English. Not the smartest fellow, sadly.

‘' Don't worry, he's cool. ‘' Mercedes nudged Blaine's shoulder lightly. Blaine just nodded, still unsure how to feel right now. After all, the jocks have already done things to him and it's only the first day of school.

‘' Today we're going to do our own pick of love songs. ‘' The teacher looked at them before his gaze turned to Blaine. ‘' Who are you? ‘' He smiled towards Blaine. Blaine quickly smiled back.

‘' I'm Blaine Anderson, sir. I'm new at this school. ‘' Blaine responded to his question. They all had their eyes on him.

‘' Well, welcome, Blaine. I'm Will Shuester. Are you here to audition? We need more members to compete at Sectionals. ‘' He smiled. Blaine looked back at him and then slowly looked around at the others. He wanted to help them cause that's what Blaine Anderson does. He helps people out. He took a deep breath and then nodded. He is going to do it. For them, even if he just met them.

‘' Yeah, I am. ‘' He responded. Mercedes's eyes widened and a huge grin spread across her face. She let out a quiet squeal and patted Blaine's shoulder.

‘' Very well! ‘' Mr. Shuester smiled brightly and went to sit on a chair.

‘' A-Am I supposed to stand up?'' Blaine raised an eyebrow. Mercedes nodded quickly.

‘' Yes, pick a song! Tell the band or Brad and they will play it for you. And then sing.'' Mr. Shuester said. He pointed at the center of the room.

Blaine got up slowly, he took a deep breath and went to the piano.

‘' May I? ‘' He gestured the piano. The pianoist, Brad, got up and went to sit on one of the chairs. Blaine sat down on the piano bench and he dragged his fingers over the keys of the piano. He felt great, he felt his head spinning and he knew what to sing. He took a deep breath once again and closed his eyes as he started to sing Teenage Dream.