Blaine Anderson-Berry climbed out of his sister’s car, his tan satchel slung around his shoulder. He pushed his square and thick rimmed glasses up where they belonged and walked into school. Rachel was already long gone, and he was guaranteed to not see her again until lunch, when she came to make him sit with her and her friends.

Blaine was basically a loner; his closest friend was Artie, the boy everyone knew as the kid in the wheelchair. No one really bothered him unless it was to shove him into the lockers or lock him in the janitor’s closet. Artie and Blaine were the ‘nerds’ of McKinley; if you ever needed help in math, science or English, Blaine was your go-to guy, while Artie excelled in social studies.

He was the kid that the school bullies threatened unless he agreed to do their homework or write a report. Blaine just wanted to avoid conflict, so he usually did it without question. He could write his own essays and theirs in the time it would take most people to write one. The only subject he struggled in was French, a language he could never manage to pick up quickly like he could Italian and Spanish.

Rachel constantly tried to bring Blaine up on the high school food chain, by offering to change his wardrobe, introduce him to new people, and to get him a girlfriend. The girlfriend idea was quickly shot down immediately as it was suggested by Blaine’s admitting to himself and everyone else that he was gay.

Once he came out during his freshman year, the bullying became that much worse. But, always optimistic Blaine brushed it off. He knew that the more he reacted, the more they would taunt him. He never let the bullying get to him, and if it did, he didn’t let it show.

Kurt Hummel was the queen bitch at William McKinley High. The once awkward, shy, and quiet freshman was now at the top of the status quo, and it was only his junior year. He was the only boy that was man enough to take on Sue Sylvester and join the Cheerios, had all but surpassed Rachel Anderson-Berry as lead soloist of New Directions, and could kick anyone’s ass that was foolish enough to make any slurs based on sexuality.

Kurt was confident, bitchy, and nearly untouchable. Any guy that wanted into the Cheerio’s pants was quickly brushed to the side and not given a second glance. He could charm his way out of any situation, or get any guy he wanted. He only allowed four people close enough to actually know him. His step-brother, Finn Hudson, his fellow Cheerios, Brittany and Santana, and his best friend, rival, and childhood playmate, Rachel Berry.

While the other boys played in the mud, Kurt was inside with Rachel, having tea parties and playing dress-up. Sure, Kurt knew Blaine, but he just regarded him as an acquaintance, always seeing him at Rachel’s him and at most sparing him a smile and a hello.

On Blaine’s first day, the school had an assembly in the gymnasium. It was a celebration of the Cheerios 6th consecutive win at Nationals. Blaine dragged himself to the gym, and was seated in the front row, with no one next to him. They didn’t want to commit ‘social suicide’ from sitting near him.

The lights went dark, and the familiar beat of one of his favorite songs blasted through the speakers.

A copper haired, blue-eyed boy with the body of a god strutted his way out of a circle of Cheerios clad in an adaptation of their regular uniform, made of lace and leather. The copper haired boy wore a pair of black, sinfully tight jeans with chains attached to either hip. A pair of knee-high, heeled boots hugged his legs, while a black v-neck made out of lace dipped low on his chest. The lace allowed strips of his alabaster skin to bear through, but only enough to leave you wanting to see more. Coupled with a silver leather jacket and leather, fingerless gloves, this male Cheerio was basically Blaine’s fantasies come true.

As the Cheerios paraded around him, he sang the sexual lyrics of Adam Lambert’s For Your Entertainment and moved his body in a way that should be illegal. His hair was spiked in a way that resembled a hairstyle you would have after hours of sex, and Blaine found that incredibly hot.

As the boy sang those lyrics, fire erupted behind them, and the already sexual song became that much hotter. A few minutes later when the song ended, Blaine could see the sweat beaded on the blue-eyed boy’s neck and forehead. The gym erupted in applause while Blaine remained seated and kept his eyes locked with the copper-haired beauty. As their eyes met for a few moments, Blaine realized who the leather-clad boy was. No other than Kurt Hummel stood just a few feet in front of him, his sister’s best friend. That was also the same moment that Blaine realized just how attractive and sexy Kurt was, and just how much he desired him.