I pressed an icepack against my shoulder. It stung like there wouldn't be a tomorrow. I have to admit I am on the verge of just quitting school sometimes, because, well, school is where you supposedly go to receive your education, where you're encouraged to dream on, make goals, accomplish them, and just live. My question is how in the world am I able to come close to any of those things, when every corner I manage to turn, I am coarsely attacked by a bunch of unsophisticated Neanderthals. Though There's always glee club. The only part of my day I tend to look forward to, my friends Tina and Mercedes, as well as Mr. Shuester and the auditorium. That's promptly the only reason I'm not breaking down in front of everyone, every second of my life.

"Alright everyone! I have just received our competitors for this year's regionals competition!"
Mr. Shue pumps his fist into the air, as he unfolds the piece, reading with a clear and ostentatiously confident voice. " We are up against the hipsters! A continuing education program for the elderly."

"How are we supposed to compete against a bunch of adorable old people?" Mercedes exclaims.

"Ha, brittle bones! Give 'em a pat on the back and they'll crumble!" Puck states so very thoughtfully as I sigh, thinking about how incredibly shallow that comment was.

"And also, the Warblers, the acapella choir from the Dalton academy of boys" he was interrupted

"Hold up. Like a million gay jokes just popped into my head" Santana side glances at me, getting absolutely no expression from me. I tend to use my neutral face a lot.

"Since we're going to have some tough competition this year, it's yet another boy vs girls competition!"

I tread over to where the guys were involved in some serious muscle comparison. Plopped onto a chair and let my thoughts fly.

"Hey fag, you done rehearsing for the gay musical? Or is your little ball gown still being made!"
My face slams into the bulletin board. Snickers fill the hallway as I feel a sharp pain up my cheek.
My hand rushes to my cheek, just to notice that a pin has slightly grazed the skin.
And I pick myself up. Picked up my bag and books and continued down the hallway, avoiding glances, just as I have been for the past ten years of my life.

Carole is cooking roast chicken with green peas. The smell wafts into the living room and slowly down the narrow hallway. I let it in. The house, my house in which I am finally safe, isolated from all those comments and remarks and rebukes. Life definitely needed to grant me a break sometimes.

"Finn honey, can you please set up the table?"
Carole says chopping some bright orange carrots and dropping them into the boiling water of the family sized soup.
Finn basically drags himself there, with the spoons and plates, mumbling to Carole about something Rachel has done that he doesn't know how to deal with. Again.
Then she spots me in my white button down. Sprinting across the room in her bright pink flower apron, she squeezes the air out of me, I am again deprived of air. I have learned to love Carole as someone like a guardian, not a mom, because I'm not yet ready to begin that faze, but she's the sweetest person in the world, and, sadly the only one who cares to talk to me about my problems.
"Blaine! Sweetheart, how was school today?" She asks, a cheeky smile on her face.
"The typical. It was good, with sectionals coming up and all." I grin.
She looks awfully relieved.
"Burt! Blaine's home!"
My dad makes his way down the stairs. He looks the same as always. Baseball cap. T-shirt. Buff expression.
He pats me on the back, I started to wince a bit, because voila! Just on the bruise, but I refrained from doing so, because more worry shouldn't be put on the family. You know, with me being gay and all.
"Mom, Rachel's birthday is coming up and if I mess up on her present she's going to kill me."
Finn looked exasperated. He really loves that girl. I thought about the last time I was in love. And then I remembered that it had never happened. What would it feel like? To just admire someone so much it hurts to be apart? To even start to imagine a future with this specific person, to get married or to start a family. It all seems so far away for someone like me.
"Hey kid, you look sad. What's up?" My dad studied me, head to toe,".
Of course I wanted to say that I am feeling so very despondent, shrouded in hopelessness, insecure. But I put on that confident exterior I have learned to wear so well, and a slight smile over my face. And said "I'm fine."

He looked somehow perplexed for a moment there, wondering if I was telling the truth.

I gave him a cheeky grin and walked on by, upstairs into my room.

I was propped up against my wall, resting on a pillow.
'Dalton Academy' was typed into the browser, as a very royal looking website popped up onto my screen.
"A non-bullying safe environment where sophisticated and successful young men are educated." I read out loud to myself.

"Hey. Why are you so grumpy today?" Mercedes patted me reassuringly on the back.

All I manage to do is smile back. I couldn't find anything to say.

"You are down."

I continue without words. My tongue seems tied at the moment.

"Talk."

"It's nothing really. Just that there are some guys at this school are giving me a hard time. That's all. It's really nothing." I get a tray from the table and walk over to the cafeteria.

"Who? Karofsky? And his backup dudes?" She wrinkles her eyebrows in plain disgust.

"Yeah. He's been pushing me around a bit. Slamming and tripping. Stuff like that." I really didn't want to explain more.

She doesn't answer for a while, I plop some strangely deformed bits of what seems like ...potatoes? Or was it cauliflower...

"Is it because I attract so much attention or-"

"Wait, are we still going out for karaoke this Saturday night? With Santana and Tina?" She interrupted.

"Uh, yes. We are."

"Great. See ya!"

I stand there as Mercedes pushes through the crowd to meet the glee clubbers at our usual table. And I just stand there. Waiting for something? Undetermined. Confused? Well of course. Got the final impression that nobody cares? Why of course.

"I was thinking we could do some Usher. Maybe something badass that will chill the spines of the ladies." Puck trails.

I was positioned at the far back, away from the discussion. It wasn't that I didn't care, really. Just that I am not usually needed in their conversations, I've been completely okay with swaying in the back.

"No dude. I want to do Maroon five."

"Maroon five sucks."

I didn't really notice I was slowly zoning out until Puckerman discursively called my name a couple times.

"Huh?" I hadn't heard a word he had just said.

"Dude. I said why don't you make yourself useful and Go put some rat poison in the old people's jello or go visit the Garglers-"

"The Warblers you mean." Why I chose to correct him remains a mystery.

"Whatever dude."

I was stared at for a couple of seconds. The truth was, as much as I hated skipping school, something was urging me to go, so, should I?

"Fine." I was clearly not wanted here.

The room filled of puzzled faces. Add mine on the list too. Hey. They were the ones that told me to go. Boys and their hard to understand personalities

The drive over to Westerville went quite horribly. Of course I took some time to study the maps I found, but with the large amount of twists and turns, I managed to get lost by quarter way. And also, doubt was in hand, with every kilometer, I had this unnerving feeling to turn back.

But then I arrived

Dalton Academy had a very large and grand building. Circular domes. Draperies in royal blue and ruby red decorate the rooms, top to bottom. Filled with Exquisite polished furniture, mahogany probably.
I walked in. It was precisely between classes. The rooms and passages were stuffed with students, rushing about, minding their own business it seems. They were dressed in the same colors as of the school logo and banners. In blazers very detailedly tailored- "Darn." I muttered to myself. How the heck did I manage to forget the thing about uniforms and private schools?
This is going to be a hard place to 'blend' in. Then I suddenly noticed I had been standing there, at the same spot for over two minutes. And I had absolutely no idea where I'm supposed to go. Ah.

I decided, after a while to, go for the staircase, the circular one, where I observed that the majority of students were heading. I tried to seem like I was rushing too, to fit in, but it didn't really help because I accidentally smashed into another boy, and that sent me wobbling a bit. I regained my balance.
"I'm so sorry. I'm a natural klutz."
I looked up. And, well I hope I wasn't blushing because this boy, the one I single handedly decided to fall on was truly gorgeous. Or handsome. Or delicate, whatever one may use to describe.
"I-Uhh.." I was flustering.

"Nah, people jams are due to meet an accident here and then." He said, broadcasting a small grin on his face.
Of course. Me and my slow responding mind continued to rest in that puddle of goo state, therefore keeping me from giving a proper response.

"Are you okay? You seem sort of speechless, and confused." He smoothed out his bright red scarf and continued to study me.
What weirdness that he didn't leave yet.

"Um. Hi. I'm new here." Finally.

He raises his eyebrows, a curl on his lips. Hmm
wonder if he believes me or not.

"Kurt." He holds out his hands towards me.

"My name's Blaine." I smile genuinely at him. "So. What's going on exactly? Where is everybody going?"

"Dalton has a glee club, an acapella choir called the Warblers- The one I'm lead soloist in, we put on impromptu performances from time to time. It tends to get everyone dazed for a bit. That's why the commotion is so large."

"Wait, so the people here enjoy glee? They don't make fun of it or anything?" I am actually very taken aback.

"Of course. You know with my voice, and the music covered, we're almost like the school's stars."

I look at him, he looks back. For some reason though. He, Kurt looks hesitant in a way, almost as if something was bothering him. But then he regains control over his expressions and says.

"Just follow me, I think you should experience our 'talent' if you're going to enroll here."

He grips my hand, swinging it side to side. And that was the last thing I could notice because his skin felt like velvet. My brain muddled as I stumbled behind him awkwardly. We took a few turns. And stayed in a corridor filled with highly decorated couches and tables, in which seemed as a resting place for the students.
He pushed open a door and revealed a medium sized room packed with people, every cubic meter, and whereas there was a group of boys, looking at Kurt, as if waiting for instructions.
"Whoa... I don't think I really belong here." I breathed, and it wasn't a lie. Everybody here looked so, filled with self-esteem, confident. Powerful. And here I stand, trying to be as small as possible, and also having the cutest boy I have ever met watching me do so.

"Well, I would suggest next time, for you to put on a scarf, or a tie, or a bowtie, something around your neck, because it looks too plain." He points out as I shuffle at my place.
"Lighten the gel. Your curls earn the right to live." He looks amused.
I put my hands up protectively over my hair.
"Oh and also, don't forget your jacket 'new kid'." He fixes a rumpled part of my collar and just smiles smugly.
I'm doomed. He found out. Was I that obvious? Yes, I probably was.

"Now if you excuse me," He positions himself to the center of the bunch as the backup vocals stream.

"You think I'm pretty. Without any make up on. You think I'm funny, when I tell the pun slang wrong. I know you get me so I let my walls come down. Dooown!"

My knees feel weak. His light and sweetly soft high resolution made a swarm of butterflies erupt in my stomach. I stare at him blankly as he prances around the room, everybody cheering him on.

"Before you met me, I was alright but things were kinda heavy, you brought me to life, now every February, you'll be my Valentine. Valentine!"

He narrows his blue-green eyes at me. Them twinkling like stars on a clear summer night. A playful smile creeps up on his face. I manage one back, as I continue to stare in awe of this so well organized, completely unbeatable glee club. But I couldn't seem to care. This boy was too beautiful, in every way possible.

"You make me feel like I'm livin' a, teenage dream. The way you turn me on, I can't sleep let's run away and don't ever look back, don't ever look back! My heart stops. When you look at me. Just one touch. Now baby I believe! This is real! So take a chance and don't ever look back, don't ever looks back!"

I scoff, because this was so incredibly and unbelievably good, I had no other expression to give.

The song passes through, as I manage to stop myself from shaking, head to toe. And Kurt dancing around, in this cute flimsy way, arms at his side.

"Let you put your hands on my, in my skin tight jeans, be your teenage dream tonight."

The last resting notes have not yet terminated before my applauding starts.