BANG. The sound of a door slamming made Blaine flinch. He had been staring at the ceiling for quite a while now. He simply lay on his bed listening to all the sounds surrounding him. It was relaxing. 'Was' being the key word. So much for some peace and quiet.

"Honey, I'm home!" He hadn't expected for Cooper to be home this weekend. Great, just what he needed right now. Don't get him wrong, he loved his brother. His parents on the other hand loved his brother. Of course they do, he's the perfect son.

Blaine went downstairs to greet him. And to check the door hinges. Poor door hinges. Don't worry, Blaine is here to help.

"Coop! You're home! I thought you were visiting next week?" It's not that he despised Cooper's presence. It's just that his presence was ignored. His parents weren't home quite often. They were always on business trips. He lived for the days that they were at home. He really loved his parents. They just forget that he exists when Cooper's with them. He never spoke about it, though. He understands they don't see him often.

Both Anderson boys plopped down onto the sofa.

"Ouch. If you didn't want me here you could've just said so, Squirt. Spare me the indecency of receiving the pain firsthand." Cooper joked. Blaine sighed. He hated when his brother called him that.

"Oh come on, Coop. Don't put it that way. Besides, I could use someone to talk to right now. And don't call me Squirt. I have a name." Looks like he's in a good mood. Or I'm just in a bad one.

"Yes, I'm aware of the fact, Squirt. How about your Warbler pals? Or that guy that eats dinner here all the time? Sebastian?" Cooper questioned. Blaine sighed again. He found he'd been sighing a lot lately.

"Sebastian is in Paris with his parents. Wes and David are in David's parents' vacation home with a couple of the other Warblers. I'd rather not try going to Nick or Jeff's place. I have seen enough of a naked Nick or Jeff to last a lifetime." Nick and Jeff finally plucked up the courage to ask each other out much to the pleasure of all the people in Dalton within their vicinity. They have been practically attached to each other if they haven't already been lately. I wish I could have what they have.

Sebastian and Blaine were best friends. Odd, but they were. When Sebastian first laid his eyes on Blaine, he knew he wanted him. Blaine was very quick to refuse. He wasn't one for quick fucks. He dated a few guys from Dalton but he hadn't felt that spark he was supposed to feel. Well, according to the movies. Heck, he even tried dating Nick.

Sebastian had given up on love early in his life. It just wasn't for him. During his quest to get into Blaine's pants, he got to know the boy. In return, Blaine got to know Sebastian too. Sebastian was a great guy. He just had to let people in. He didn't want to let people in. In more ways than one.

Blaine and Sebastian found comfort in each other. Blaine felt alone. Sebastian wanted to be left alone. But deep down inside, both boys knew they needed each other. They had to be there for each other. Who else would be? Wes and David are great, they just don't get it. They don't know what a gay teenager goes through. Nick and Jeff are too lost with each other.

"Ah. Which reminds me, have you found any guys to woo the crap out of? There's this cute guy that works down at the GAP you might fancy." Blaine cringed. Jeremiah. His plan to woo Jeremiah had exploded in his face. I don't want things exploding on my face. I rather like the state my face is in. Blaine shook his head to clear the flashbacks he was having.

"Really, Coop? Really? And you proclaim you're straight. Sure. Yeah, actually I know the guy you're talking about. Blonde hair, green eyes?" Jeremiah was good-looking. Blaine thought serenading him with an inappropriate song would make him swoon at his feet. As mentioned, the plan had blown up in his face.

Jeremiah nearly lost his job. And other jobs with Blaine, remarked Sebastian when Blaine told him about it earning him a smack to the head. It was peculiar how those two were close. Sebastian is, well, very forward. Blaine, in Sebastian's words, is a prude.

"That's the guy. So, what? Is he upstairs sleeping in your bed right this moment? Should I go? Oh, I should go. You need privacy. Use protection!" Cooper exclaimed. He started walking towards the front door. Blaine felt his face redden.

"Cooper! He isn't upstairs! Come back, idiot! I tried wooing him. I serenaded him. It didn't work. I think he hates every fiber of my being." Cooper scoffed. His little brother needed to learn. "He almost got fired. I don't think I'll ever buy any clothes from that branch ever again."

"Blainers, you're doing it all wrong. Serenading him? Pfft. No wonder. This conversation isn't over. Now, what did you want to talk about? I'm all ears." Blaine pondered the question for a bit. He didn't want to break down and cry right now. Oh fuck it. Let's just get this over with.

"I'm nervous about going to McKinley. I know I told mom and dad that I wanted to transfer. It's just... I don't know. I'm afraid what happened to me before will happen again. I don't want to get beat up again, Coop. But I can't keep going to Dalton." Blaine confessed. He had told his parents he wanted to go to a public school. He can't live in gay heaven forever, that's just not how it works.

"Blaine," Cooper sighed. "I thought that was the point of all this. To not stay in your little wonderland over at Dalton. We've all talked about it. So what you're saying is that you're afraid the past may repeat itself and you might get hospitalized again?" Blaine knew from Cooper's tone of voice and the fact that he used his real name that he was serious.

"Yes." he sighed. "I just... It's hard. I have to wake up sometime, right? And this is my wake up call. I have to handle this. Okay. I can do this. I can do this? Yes, I can. And I will." Blaine was saying this more to himself than to Cooper. Courage, he reminded himself.

Cooper knew Blaine was destined for something great. He didn't know what particularly, but he just knew. He had always supported Blaine even though he was quite rough with his words. Peculiar, their relationship was. Sometimes Blaine just wanted to strangle him and other times he'd strangle others for him.

"That's my little brother! Now, we need to discuss your wooing skills. Pretend I'm a teenage boy."

"Cooper, I don't know. Don't you think that's a little difficult? Your age is so far from a teenager's." Blaine joked.

"Hey! I'm not that old! You wound me, B." Cooper mock-gasped.

"I wasn't saying you were old. You act like a preschooler, Coop. How am I supposed to treat a five-year-old in an adult's body as a teenage boy?"

"Oh, I like that! That is what I'm talking about, my man! Great portrayal of emotion. But point your finger. Now, pointers. You have to..."

...

The weekend was over. His parents were, as usual, enamored by Cooper. He might have overreacted when he said his presence was to be ignored. So indeed, the weekend was over, and Monday rolled in.

You can do this, Blaine. It's the first day of school. You got this. You have to face your–before he could finish his inner pep talk, Cooper interrupted him.

"Blaine, you have to get out of the car sometime, you know. You don't want me to drag you through those doors do you? No, I didn't think so. Now get your ass out of this car." commanded Cooper. To say Blaine was nervous was a complete understatement. Just go to the principal's office, get whatever the principal has to give, and go to first period. That's an easy task, Blaine.

"Fine. Goodbye, Coop." Blaine grunted. With that, he opened the car door and stepped out not before hearing a "See you, Squirt! Don't have too much fun!" Blaine scoffed. Yeah, "fun". Here goes nothing.

Blaine strolled in through the front doors of William McKinley High School. He spotted the principal's office quickly. The man he spoke to referred to himself as Principal Figgins. He handed him all his necessary items and Blaine was set off for first period.

He walked the hallways looking for his locker. Locker number 133. He planned to drop some of his things off and set up some pictures of his friends in his locker. School didn't start in Dalton for another week. Sebastian would be arriving from France in the morning, just in time to rest and for Blaine to tell him how his first day went.

Where the heck is my locker? Blaine groaned. He couldn't even find his locker. He wasn't a great finder. I know particularly good ones. Blaine chuckled at his silly thoughts. Oh, me.

130...131...132...aha, I found you. Finally. Blaine unlocked his locker and started putting some things he didn't need for the day. He pinned a picture of himself and Sebastian on his locker door. It was a picture of them laughing at something David had said about Wes' gavel. He liked the picture. Sebastian looked happy.

He smiled while gazing at the picture. BANG! His locker door slammed shut eliciting a huge noise. Man, doors need to stop slamming today. Blaine caught a glimpse of red, white, and piercing blue-green-grey eyes before everything went cold and wet.

"Welcome to McKinley, hobbit." A voice said. It was high-pitched but it was low enough to belong to a boy. Blaine groaned. Great. I feel reallywelcome, thank you very much. He then heard laughter. All he could do was rub furiously at his eyes.

"Oh my gosh! Unicorn, what did you do?" He vaguely heard footsteps. "Err..." said the same voice that "welcomed" him. Blaine was still trying to get this horrid liquid from his eyes. "Brit, honey, he was just showing Dorito-brows over here some hospitality." So I was right, it's a he.

"No he wasn't! He spilled his drink on him! Come on." Blaine felt fingers gripping his upper arm leading him somewhere. His shirt was clinging to him in very uncomfortable ways. Ew. He heard a door open and shut before hearing splashes of water. Bathroom?

The arm lead him closer to the sound of the water. "Don't open your eyes." a female voice instructed. "Are you a Smurf? You're all blue and tiny."Blue? Oh. That must've been the drink. Tiny... "Hey, I'm not that sm–" Blaine didn't get to finish his sentence because he felt lips pressing against his own. His eyes flew open.

Shit, that burns! Idiot. She told you to shut your eyes, dammit. Oh yeah. A girl is kissing me. Is that a tongue? And I'm kissing back. Wait, EW!Blaine pushed her back gently and dared to open his eyes once more. He regretted his decision at once.

"Oh, so that's why you're blue. I didn't know they had blue slushies. I tasted raspberry from your lips. Your lips are really soft. They're really similar to–"

"Shit! My eyes!"

"Oh, yeah. Sorry! I forgot!" A few seconds passed before he felt wet paper towels on his face. Blaine shivered. The burning in his eyes decreased slightly. "Okay, you can open your eyes now!"

Blaine tentatively opened his eyes. He saw a Blonde girl in a red and white cheer-leading uniform smiling at him. So that explains the red and white.

"Hi, I'm Brittany S. Pierce!" Brittany looked so cheery. Her eyes were filled with so much emotion.

"I'm Blaine–" He was cut off for the third time that day. Damn, this has to stop happening.

"Ooh Blaine. Are you a dolphin? I love dolphins. Lord Tubbington loves them too!" Blaine was confused. Who the fuck is Lord Tubbington? I'm not a dolphin, I'm completely human! Or at least, I think I am. Oh my god what if I'm not a human what if–

Seeing the alarm written all over Blaine's face, Brittany responded quickly. "Dolphins are gay sharks. So are you a dolphin?" Blaine checked one more time if Brittany was serious. There wasn't any hint that she wasn't.

"Um...I guess so," He idly reached up into his hair to twirl the curls there. When he did though, he felt a sticky substance. Oh. Right."Brittany, do you mind helping me wash my hair?" Brittany gave him a confused expression but after glancing at Blaine's hair, realization dawned on her.

"Oh, sure!" Brittany talked about Lord Tubbington who apparently was her fat cat some more while washing his hair. She was telling him how she couldn't find ways for Lord Tubbington to stop smoking. She sounded sincerely concerned throughout the whole time.

"Sorry, I don't have a spare shirt. You'll have to walk around like that." She shot Blaine an apologetic look and they headed out of the bathroom to find the halls empty. Class must have started. Duh, Blaine.

"It's okay. I'll just have to be a Smurf for today, then. I'm sorry for making you late for class, Brittany." She smiled in a reassuring manner. He then remembered that he didn't know where his classroom was at all. "Brittany, can you help me get to class? I have History for first period."

Brittany nodded and led him to his designated classroom. He bid farewell to Brittany and opened the door. The teacher stopped mid-sentence and looked in his direction. She didn't seem fazed about the stains on his clothing. Figures, he thought.

"Good morning, Mr..?

"Anderson."

"Good morning, Mr. Anderson. It is nice of you to finally show up. Please, take a seat."

The last seat available was in front, nearest to the window, beside a guy with a Mohawk snoring on his desk. He could see drool on the corner of his mouth and on the book he was sleeping on top of. Blaine cringed. Ew. That's disgusting.

The teacher continued to discuss the lesson for the day. About five minutes into the lesson, Blaine felt his phone vibrate. He glanced at the teacher to see that she had her back turned. He discreetly grabbed his phone from his pocket to see that he had a text from his best friend.

Sebastian Hey, I had a safe flight. ;) Let me tell you, airplane restrooms are too cramped. We barely fit.

Blaine chuckled. Typical Sebastian. He wondered who had the pleasure of being chased after now.

Blaine Really, Sebastian? Really? Didn't you have enough with some French boys over at Paris?

Sebastian Nah, my parents made sure I was with them all the time. There was this flaming bellboy at the hotel, though. That had been a nice fuck.

Blaine Seb! Don't just text me things like that!

Sebastian Stop being such a prude, Blainers. I need to get you laid. I know this guy. His name is Sebastian Smythe and he's fucking hot ;)

Sebastian never really stopped pursuing Blaine. The guy had a nice ass, okay. Besides, it amused him how Blaine would react.

Blaine Modest much, Bastian?

They continued their playful banter. Sebastian talked about his time in France.

"Class! Pay attention!" Blaine flinched and glanced up to see her staring intently at the back of the classroom. He turned his head to see a boy whose back was turned to him chatting with a blonde girl in a cheer-leading uniform who had brownish-greenish eyes.

Blaine The teacher's saying something. I need to go. Can you pick me up after school? Cooper payed a visit. Drove me here.

Sebastian Sure, Blaine. Are you sure that's the only ride you want? ;) See you after school.

"Now, class for your project this year, I will be assigning your partners." the teacher started mentioning name after name after name. He then heard his name. "Blaine Anderson and Quinn Fabray." Quinn Fabray. Hmm.

"Please use the remaining ten minutes to discuss how you will go about the project with your partner." Everyone gathered their things and started exchanging seats. Blaine didn't know who Quinn was. He felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see the blonde girl earlier.

"Blaine Anderson? I'm Quinn. Come, sit." She motioned to the chair where the boy with chestnut hair had been. To his surprise, they found a way to divide the work equally much to Blaine's shock.

"Don't be surprised, Blaine Anderson. Gotta work hard to stay on top. Here's my number and address," She handed Blaine a slip of paper. "Come by at my house on Friday." The bell ringed and students started filing out of the classroom to head to their next class.

...

The day continued on in a similar fashion. At lunch, Blaine and Sebastian exchanged texts once more. Blaine sat alone at a cafeteria table in a corner. He didn't mind being alone for now. He'd make friends later. Blaine told his best friend about the feeling of getting slushied. He was about to tell him about Brittany but the bell rang.

Nothing much happened to him after that. There were occasional stares, but that's all there was. His shirt had dried by now, although he doubted if he could ever get the stains out. He salvaged his favorite bow tie, though. He was now just waiting for the bell to ring, signaling the end of classes for the day.

The teacher wanted to speak to him after class to ask him what he had already covered in Dalton so he could have a free period instead when they were discussing that particular topic. He could always use some time to clear his mind.

By the time he was done speaking to the teacher and left the classroom, the halls were practically deserted. He was just turning the corner when felt himself falling onto the floor. Someone had bumped into him. Shit, my elbow. He stood up.

"Watch where you're going, idiot!" Blaine was examining his elbow. When he looked up, he looked into the same eyes he had earlier that morning before receiving a bitch slap from an iceberg. He felt anger bubble up in him. He will not let this boy push him around. Who does he think he is?

"Watch where I'm going? Watch where I'm going? You did that on purpose! Yeah, let's all make the fucking new kid's life a better one by messing with him!" Blaine was surprised at himself. He only swore when he was angry when he was angry. Something about this guy just pissed him off.

"Excuse me? Are you saying that this is my fault? Get your head out of your fucking ass, Anderson! It was an accident!" He knows my name? He must be in some of my classes. Great. Just dandy. Blaine scoffed.

"You are telling me to get my head out of my ass, Mr. Oh-there's-the-new-kid-why-not-slushie-him? Fucking hypocrite!" Blaine was getting redder and redder from anger by the second. Who is he to tell him to get his head out of his ass? Bitch.

"Oh please, that is not the only reason I slushied you. Do you have eyes? Have you seen your clothing? You dress like a fucking grandfather!" My clothes aren't that bad! I find them rather stylish, Blaine thought.

"So because I dress like I'm from a different era it means you have to burn my eyes? I don't get your fucking logic! I bet you can't dress to save your life out of that polyester crap!" Retorted Blaine. "So tell me, why did you slushie me? Because that doesn't make any fucking sense!"

"I told you dammit! Just leave me the fuck alone. Besides, I think Snow White's looking for you." Kurt started to walk away but Blaine stopped him in his tracks. He will not let him have the last word.

"Oh, no you don't. You don't get to tell me what to do. You don't tell me to leave you alone. Why didn't you leave me alone? I'd prefer not to have jackasses like you in my fucking life!"

"If you don't want 'jackasses like me in your life' then why can't you just leave me alone! I am none of your business!" Kurt looked pissed. Really pissed. He looked like his head was about to explode. It better.

"You made it my damn business when you took the liberty of 'welcoming me into McKinley High'! I did not need that on my first fucking day of–"

...

Sebastian was waiting in his car in the McKinley High parking lot. He had been here for fifteen minutes now. He had texted Blaine to tell him he was outside. He was getting worried. Where was his best friend?

Shit shit shit. What if he's gotten into some trouble? I knew him transferring to a public school was a bad idea. Sebastian shook his head. No, I'm just overreacting.

After thirty seconds, Sebastian just lost it. He took his keys out of the ignition, went out of his car, pulled out his phone and called Blaine. Pick up, Blaine.

Nothing.

Why wasn't Blaine answering his phone? Sebastian's mind started conjuring up possibilities of what might be happening. Blaine could just be talking to a teacher. Maybe he got detention and his phone was confiscated.

He just couldn't take it anymore. He's started marching his way to the front doors of William McKinley High.

He walked through the halls looking into the empty classrooms. He heard music. He followed the sound to a door. He peeked through the glass in the door and saw about a dozen people singing and dancing.

This must be their glee club. Blaine didn't say anything about joining glee, though. Focus, Sebastian. Now is not the time.

He continued walking through the halls. That's when he heard it. Distant yelling. "–not to have jackasses like you in my fucking life!"

Oh shit, Blaine? He sounds fucking enraged! And he swore. He only ever sounds like that when he's talking about homophobes.

He headed towards where he thought the sound came from. He finally found Blaine. He looked just like what he had expected. Even worse than when he talked about those homophobic neanderthals. Maybe this guy was homophobic too. I'll show him.

He ran over to Blaine and this guy. Neither heard the footsteps, though. When Sebastian finally reached Blaine, he grabbed him gently with one arm on his waist and another on his neck.

...

Blaine was definitely shocked. One minute, he was screaming his lungs out, the next, he was kissing someone. Sebastian? When did he...oh. He was waiting outside. Oh is that a tongue? Wait, Sebastian is kissing me. So much for him not getting into my pants. And I'm kissing back. Shit, I have got to stop doing that.

Blaine pulled away. "You taste like raspberry." Sebastian remarked. "That's because of him." Blaine motioned towards Kurt who was standing there with a wide-eyed expression that didn't go unnoticed by Sebastian.

"Got a problem with me kissing him, gay face?" Sebastian questioned with a glare.

"N-No. Um...I just. Err... I... I have to go feed my cat..." Kurt replied before running away. Both boys were left dumbfounded. Kurt's whole exterior had changed so quickly. Why? That was very strange of him.

Sebastian heard Blaine sigh beside him. "Bastian, I don't get it. Why do people have to be so mean? They don't even know me..." Sebastian thought his friend looked absolutely adorable right now. He resembled a kicked puppy. Blaine always looked like a kicked puppy after getting into arguments.

"I don't know, B. Now what I do know is you are a fucking awesome kisser. Why haven't I kissed you before?"

"Because I wouldn't let you?"

"Oh, yeah. That. Your loss. Let's go grab some ice cream to cheer you up." Sebastian knew just how to cheer Blaine up. Even when they were eating their ice cream, Blaine just couldn't shake the question out of his head.

Why?