"So what do you think, Seb?"

Rachel had approached Blaine asking him if he wanted to join glee club. Blaine was hesitant. Who would want to join a group that sounded like Nude Erections? Seriously, who in their right mind would do that?

He was concerned about how it would affect his social ranking. Was the glee club here cool like how the Warblers were at Dalton? He definitely did not want to relive how the start of his first day at McKinley went.

Blaine told Rachel he would think about it. Blaine barely remembered anything she said.

How many things could come out out of that god awful mouth all at once?

"I don't know, Blaine. Are there any hot guys in the Nude Erections?" Sebastian waggled his eyebrows suggestively.

"Not sure, but if there were any, they'd probably be straight."

Blaine didn't know anything about the glee club other than the fact that it had a horrible name and Rachel Berry was in it.

"Pssh. Like I care. It never stopped me before." Sebastian had a point. Any man, gay, straight, or bisexual, Sebastian chased after. He got what he wanted, too. Except for Blaine, that is. Damn you, Blaine Anderson.

"Right," Blaine chuckled. "Back to the task at hand. Should I join?" Blaine didn't really know why he was so unsure. He never cared about his popularity before.

He was naturally popular at Dalton because he was a Warbler. The Warblers really were, as they say, like rock stars.

"Why don't you check the club out? See how it is with them first. While you're at it, check the guys out too. I swear. You really need to get laid, Anderson."

Blaine gazed out of the car window and thought about it. After a few seconds, Sebastian spoke up again.

"There is always me, of course..."

Blaine rolled his eyes. Sebastian was never going to stop, was he? Blaine admired that about his best friend, though. How he never stopped trying. He wished he could put it to good use.

"The answer is still no." Sebastian pouted. He tried imitating how Blaine pouted. He failed.

Blaine burst out laughing.

"Oh come on! It is not that bad, Blaine!" Said boy just laughed harder.

Years of being best friends and Sebastian still couldn't get that damn pout down. Blaine couldn't get his smirk. He supposed it was fair.

Blaine's phone rang. He was still trying to recover from his hysterical giggles. He composed himself enough to answer the call.

Sebastian muttered under his breath. It wasn't that funny, was it? He could totally pull off that pout.

"H-Hello?" Blaine said a little breathless.

"HI BLAINE!" The phone flew from Blaine's hand. Nick and Jeff. I hope they're at least wearing clothes as of now.

After scrambling from the front seat to the backseat, Blaine managed to pick up his phone. "I need to hear from my right ear, you know?" he shouted into the phone.

"Oh. Sorry." he heard Nick say. He could imagine him shrugging sheepishly on the other end of the line.

"Before you two tell me the purpose of your call, can you please reassure me that you two aren't in any compromising positions?"

Jeff spoke up this time. "Wha–? Oh! Oh. Oh..."

"I promise, Blainey. We're both very decent. We were sitting on the couch eating chips and watching television and we got bored so we called you."

"Yeah, I'm sure that's what you were doing. Sure."

"Well actually that was really what we were doing. You see, Jeffy here insisted that we do so because he was still sore from the last time we had se–"/

"NICK!"

From the driver's seat, Sebastian chuckled. "That's what you get for laughing at the Sebastian Smythe, Anderson."

"Anyway, as we were saying, we thought it'd be cool to call you and ask you how your first two days went."

"Wait is Sebby there with you, Blainey? Put us on speaker! Please!"

Blaine did so and climbed back into the front seat. It was pretty hard considering the car was moving. He almost bumped his head. Almost. Hey, being short had its perks.

Sebastian had a sweet spot for Jeff. His predatory attitude disappeared when he was with the Blonde. He thought the guy was sweet. Sebastian Smythe actually thought someone was sweet.

It wasn't a crush. Sebastian couldn't imagine crushing on someone. Namely, one of his best friends. Sebastian didn't do crushes. Hot guys, he did.

"HI SEBBY!" Sebastian was lucky the phone was on speaker because the two shouted even louder this time if that was even remotely possible.

"Hello," Sebastian greeted distractedly. He couldn't crash the car into a tree. That would be putting him and Blaine's lives in danger. And wow, he didn't care about his car.

"So Blainers, care to fill us in?"

Blaine sighed.

"My first day was fan-fucking-tastic, guys. I had to walk around all day with slush clinging to me in places I do not even want to get started on. To put the cherry on top, the guy who threw the drink 'bumped' into me. He started telling me how short I was and how my clothes sucked."

He heard gasps. "Oh, Blainers. That's a pretty bad first day."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that slushie would've stung."

"Mhmm."

"So you two don't think I'm tiny as fuck and have a horrible fashion sense?"

There was a pause. "Well..."

"You..."

"I..."

Blaine then heard laughter. He glared at Sebastian who had a smirk on his lips.

"Jokes aside, did you do anything to get him back?" Nick questioned.

"Seb gave me a makeover to show him I could dress decently."

Sebastian scoffed. "Yeah, right. Decent. Blaine looked like a fucking sex god."

"Sebastian is exaggerating." Blaine mumbled, rolling his eyes.

"But Blainers! You need to do more than just that."

"Jeff is right, Blaine. You're a tough guy. Show him your inner Blaine sass. You know you have it in you. Sebastian on the other hand, is not."Sebastian tried his best to glare at Nick through the phone.

Nick had been trying to find ways to annoy Sebastian. Sebastian had stolen his roommate, a.k.a. Jeff. Since Blaine had left Dalton, Sebastian had been roommate-less until recently. He could at least tolerate Jeff as a roommate out of all his friends.

He had threatened to steal Sir Bangers from Wes and pound the gavel on Sebastian's head. He refused to be roommates with Thad. Thad responded with a "You mock me, sir" and started ranting on about how having his obsession with purple gummy bears was something completely normal to obsess over.

Now, he kept rubbing it in Sebastian's face that he couldn't get into Blaine's pants.

They chatted more until Sebastian had pulled over onto Blaine's driveway. The four said their farewells before Nick ended the call. They decided they needed some rest. Blaine exited the car and went through his front door.

His parents were still on the business trip and Cooper had an audition today so for now, he was alone.

Blaine had a bit of a bad boy stage in his life when Cooper had won an award. It wasn't a big award. Regardless, it was still an award. He felt neglected. Cooper had to be the perfect son. This stage went on for about four months. It both attracted and disgusted a few guys. He still had his Ducati in the garage.

Driving on it was a secret pleasure of his. He disliked the leather jacket he'd had to wear and the smoking. The smoking was bad for his health anyway. Blaine drove when he just wanted to clear his mind. He was at peace when he drove the bike. He didn't care if he was breaking the speed limit.

So that's exactly what he did.

He was driving around aimlessly for about fifty minutes when he drove by a familiar park. He and Cooper used to play in this particular one. He parked his bike and sat on one of the swings. He reminisced.

He missed his older brother. He missed what they used to have when they were little. Things were great back then, being younger. Life came with a lot of shit when you grew up. It was best to enjoy it and learn.

He heard a car engine turn off and distant footsteps but he wasn't sure. It might've been his brain imagining him and his family arriving there to have a picnic. Oh how the years have gone by.

Blaine's mother would prepare sandwiches for all four of them. They would drive to this very park. Blaine and Cooper would play on the playground. They would then eat their sandwiches and lay on a blanket, staring at the clouds in the sky.

He hummed to Katy Perry and shifted his feet beneath him back and forth. He felt the comfort of the whooshing air, much like the feeling of driving on his motorcycle but not quite. Everything disappeared around him. It was just him in his little world. No pun intended.

Humming later transformed into singing. He quickly reminded himself that he was in public. He might disturb the creatures in the woods. They may get angered and report him to Snow White and accuse him of robbing their hearing. Snow White then wouldn't be too fond of him.

Hmm, maybe Sucky McSucksuckpants was right. Maybe Snow White is looking for me.

He got lost in his singing.

I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight

Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight

He finished the song. He realized it would be a great audition piece if he were to audition for the New Directions.

He walked to his bike and hopped on it. He drove home.

.....

Kurt dropped Finn off at their home. He decided he'd go to the park for some fresh air.

It still felt strange saying that his home was also Finn's. He had stopped referring to him as his stepbrother and referred to him now as just his brother.

He didn't know why he had had a crush on Finn nor did he see what Rachel saw in Finn. Call him mean, but hey he had an opinion. Finn had fixed their relationship as brothers during their parents' wedding. He apologized for all he had done in the past to him.

That's the thing. Finn had done regretful things to him but it was in the cases that Finn didn't do anything that he felt bad. Most if not all of the glee boys confronted Karofsky. If Kurt remembered correctly, Finn wasn't one of them.

Finn also knew Kurt's dad and his mom were dating when Burt got into a coma. He didn't even pray for Burt. He prayed for other mindless things. He also didn't deserve to out Santana.

Santana and Kurt were very close friends. Kurt loved that girl to death even when she was threatening his ass. He liked his ass, thank you very much. He didn't know what she meant when she said she'd go all Lima Heights on it.

Their relationship was very peculiar. Santana was great to have around. She could tolerate his bitchiness about things. In return, he tolerated hers. He tried.

He was very supportive of Santana's and Brittany's relationship. Having a gay companion was comforting. It wasn't the same for her and Brittany, though. They were girls. Guys didn't usually shove girls into lockers unless things were really bad.

He sat on one of the park benches and just closed his eyes.

He thought about his mother.

He thought about her beautiful brown hair. He thought about her glasz eyes, much like his. He thought about her perfect complexion. He thought about her breathtaking smile. His mother was beautiful.

He missed her dearly. Sometimes, he imagines what his life would've been like if she hadn't passed away. Would she have supported him and his sexuality? Kurt was pretty sure she would have. Her mother was beautiful inside and out.

He thought about how devastating it must've been for his father. He couldn't imagine having to raise a child alone. His father was a strong man. He can't thank him enough for all the things he's done.

He recalls his mother's last words.

"You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart, I'll always be with you."

Upon researching, Kurt found out his mother had quoted Winnie the Pooh. It had been Kurt's favorite show. He would imagine himself as Christopher Robin when he was seven.

At moments like these, Kurt swears he hears his mother's mellifluous voice singing. It was music to his ears. He just wishes he could talk to her one last time. One last time to hear that laugh, one last time for her to tell him she loved him, one last time to say goodbye.

Straining his ears, he noticed that somebody was indeed singing or more like humming. Even though it wasn't his mother and definitely not female, the voice was still beautiful. He closed his eyes and just listened to that voice.

The voice was full-on singing by now.

Katy Perry, he took note. He wasn't a fan of her music but the way the voice was almost caressing the song made the tune sound wonderful.

He admired Katy despite not being a fan. He loved how she expressed who she was and how she didn't give a shit about what the world thought about her. She was truly remarkable.

Kurt looked up to people like Katy. He looked up to the people who weren't afraid to be who they were.

The smooth voice was astounding. He wondered if the owner of the voice was just as stunning. Almost too soon, the voice sang the final verse of Teenage Dream.

I'ma get your heart racing in my skin-tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight

Let you put your hands on me in my skin-tight jeans

Be your teenage dream tonight

Kurt was very disappointed that the song was over. The creaking of a swing set also ceased. He figured the guy must've been sitting there.

Kurt fought with himself for a moment. He wanted to know who that voice belonged to. He needed to know who that voice belonged to.

Would it be weird if he just approached the guy for no reason and just introduced himself? He didn't look like someone who would snatch people for a living, did he?

He thought he looked innocent enough. He could just walk over and say hi. Or he could also commend the guy's singing. That would be a better approach, right?

He could also criticize the guy's clothing. But that would totally be an asshole move to just walk over there and judge someone's clothes and walk away.

But I wouldn't walk away...hopefully not.

Kurt calculated the chances that the guy would be a thief. He could be at least a cute thief. A thief with an angelic voice.

Thieves don't have voices that could make my heart beat faster...in a good way...oh fuck it.

Kurt decided he would talk to that guy. He'd better just get this done and over with.

He heard the roar of an engine. He snapped his eyes open. He looked around him for the source of the sound. Trusting his knowledge that his dad had lent him for him to be a skillful mechanic, he spotted a Ducati by the looks of the shape in the distance.

Gone.

He looked around the park. He was alone now. He didn't find anyone sitting on the swings. The guy left. Kurt missed his chance. He frowned.

He hoped that he would hear that voice again someday. He'd come to this park everyday if he had to. He sighed. Was he that desperate? He didn't even know why he wanted to hear the voice.

He prayed to a god he didn't believe in that he would meet the owner of the voice. What if he was gay?

Kurt scoffed at himself. He didn't want his heart broken. Though his crushes with Finn and Sam weren't that serious, it was still much to his chagrin that they were both very straight.

Not a lot of gay men he knew drove motorcycles. But then again, how many gay guys did he know?

Here was Kurt Hummel crushing on a complete stranger because of his stupid voice.

His voice isn't stupid, Kurt reminded himself. He isn't a complete stranger. I know that he owns a motorcycle even if there's a possibility it wasn't entirely his, for one. I know that he had a voice like honey. I know that he goes to this park. Or at least, he went here once.

Oh who was he kidding? He was crushing on some guy because he was enchanted by their voice. It's not his fault the voice is enchanting and many other things. He'd grab a thesaurus to describe it if need be.

There was something he couldn't put his finger on about the voice. He thinks he's heard it before, but there is no way he would've forgotten about it.

He walks over to the swing set to sit on the cold metal. Something shiny catches his eye. He finds a small key on the swing. It must've fallen out of the guy's pocket.

He would return it someday. Or I could keep it...It's the only thing I have left of him.

It was starting to get dark out so he decided to go home.

He dug around in his cabinet drawer to look for a thin chain necklace he could use for the key. He found one and put the end of the chain through the hole in the key. He'd wear it all the time just in case he hears that voice again.

He doesn't wear it when he goes to bed for safety but he clutches it in a firm grip before he drifts into nothingness.

That night he dreamt of a certain voice singing to him. He sleeps peacefully.

.....

Blaine stared out his window into the night. It was half past seven by now. He had already finished what little homework he had.

He picked up his phone from where it was on his pillow and dialed Quinn's number. He hoped it wasn't too late to call her.

"Hello?"

"Uh, hi. Quinn? This is Blaine Anderson. We're partners in History class."

"Oh. Hello, Blaine."

"I was wondering about Friday afternoon."

"Friday aftern…oh gosh, I am so sorry, Blaine! I completely forgot. I made plans, shoot."

Of course. It was so typical for people to forget about old Blaine Anderson.

"Oh. Well, that's okay. I'll just come by another time, then."

"No, no. It's alright. Is it okay if we have someone else with us when we work on the project? I promise I won't be distracted."

Now, just listening to Quinn's voice, Blaine felt a strange feeling of familiarity. Hasn't he heard that voice before?

Of course you've heard of it before, silly. You talked to Quinn in history class. But…

"Blaine?"

"Sorry, I spaced out there for a while. Yeah, yeah, it's okay."

"Great! So, Friday?"

"Yep, Friday. Goodnight, Quinn."

"Goodnight, Blaine Anderson."

Quinn couldn't be her, she just couldn't. Blaine hasn't seen her since before freshman year began. Blaine used to have a friend in middle school.

She didn't care that he liked boys the way he was supposed to like girls. She thought Blaine was a cool guy. They hung out a lot.

Blaine was glad he had her. He finally had someone he could come to when he felt alone. But then he didn't have someone.

She moved out of their town and transferred schools without a single trace, just like that. Blaine was left confused.

His parents searched everywhere for the girl. They knew she had been Blaine's only companion in school. They always welcomed her into their home. However, they couldn't find her and her family. They just disappeared.

Blaine told himself she probably had her reasons why she just left. He told himself it wasn't his fault. He was angry, though.

How could she just leave? She told him she would always be there. But she wasn't.

She wasn't there to tell him things would look up. She wasn't there to visit him in the hospital and give him flowers to maybe cheer him up. She wasn't there to tell him everything would be alright and he'd always have her on his side.

She wasn't there.

He decided to sleep his thoughts off. How many Fabrays could there be? His thoughts would wait for now.

.....

Blaine spent Wednesday and Thursday with a guy named Mike and his girlfriend Tina from New Directions to try and learn their ways.

They told him it was a normal occurrence for Rachel Berry to be reciting a novel when speaking to people. He didn't know how much of the brunette he could handle.

He found out the names of all their members. If his memory served him right, the members were Rachel, Mercedes, Quinn, Santana, Brittany, Tina, Sugar, Finn, Sam, Puck, Mike, Artie, and Rory.

Quinn, Santana, and Brittany were all Cheerios. Finn, Sam, Mike, and Puck were all on the football team. He was surprised to say the least.

He trusted his original song choice, Teenage Dream, that it would guarantee him a spot in the club. Mike told him he'd get in anyway since they were desperate for members.

They were very disorganized compared to the Warblers. It would take some time getting used to singing with instrumental accompaniment.

It was Friday afternoon now. Blaine was standing on Quinn's front porch after driving on his Ducati. He rang the doorbell twice and waited patiently.

He heard a muffled "I'll get it" and some footsteps coming down from what he assumed as the stairs. The door opened.

Blaine gasped. "You." The one and only Sucky McSucksuckpants stood in Quinn's doorway.

"What are you doing here, Anderson?" Kurt glared at him. Blaine glared right back at him.

"Kurt, who's at the door?" came Quinn's voice. When she received no answer from the boy, she walked over to them.

"Kurt?" Kurt broke their staring contest and looked over to Quinn.

"He is here. Quinn, would you care to explain?" Kurt questioned through gritted teeth.

"Blaine is my History partner. I forgot to tell you when I asked you to come over but I told you just an hour ago that we'd work on our project."

"You didn't tell me he was your partner."

"You didn't ask."

"I didn't have to."

"I didn't know you wanted to know."

Blaine was watching the exchange with a smug expression. Apparently Sucky had a name. Kurt. Kurt had no choice. He would have to spend his afternoon with Blaine. Blaine felt delighted and dreaded this at the same time.

Kurt shot Blaine and Quinn one final glare and walked away with a huff. Quinn rolled her eyes.

Blaine hated Kurt but he didn't want to come between anyone's friendship. "Will he be alright...?"

"He'll get over it. Come on, let's work on the dining table. Want anything to drink?" Quinn led him over to the dining room and stood with a hand on her hip.

"Just some water, please." Blaine sat on one of the dining chairs and took out his notebook from his satchel. He set his satchel on the floor and started flipping through his notebook.

"Here's your wat-ah!" Quinn tripped over Blaine's satchel and ended up spilling the water on him. He was only wearing a blue cotton shirt so his upper body was soaked.

"Blaine! Oh god, I'm sorry!"

"Nah, it-it's alright. Are the notes okay?" Quinn chuckled.

"Don't worry about the notes. Take your shirt off." Blaine's eyes widened comically. Quinn rolled her eyes.

"I'm gay."

"Yeah, so am-" Quinn's eyes widened. Shit. "I-I mean, so-soaked. You're soaked. We need to find you dry clothes."

Footsteps were heard. "Hey Q, do you know where I put my-" Kurt walked into the dining room just as Blaine took his shirt off of his wet torso.

Kurt raised his eyebrows. Blaine's muscles were well-toned. Like, really well-toned.

"Am I interrupting something?" Kurt was looking between the two. Blaine tilted his head in confusion.

"What?"

"We're not,"

"Oh."

"I wasn't,"

"She,"

"Um."

Kurt gave them a confused expression. "Okay then...Quinn, do you know where my hairspray can is?"

"It's inside my cabinet." Quinn answered. Blaine was standing shirtless awkwardly. He had no idea what to do. This situation was exponentially awkward.

"Oh. Well, thanks. I'm going to walk away now." Once Kurt left the room, Blaine released a breath he was holding.

Quinn left to find him something suitable from her wardrobe. She came back with a sweatshirt about a size too small. It would have to do for now.

Blaine's notes were luckily dry so they began working on their project on World War II. Blaine took a moment to stare at Quinn.

Up and close now, he could see her facial features clearly. It couldn't be her. She looked different. Quinn was not his best friend.

Looking at her eyes though, Blaine swore they were the same eyes. The same brownish-greenish eyes. The eyes he used to look into when he told his best friend about what happened to him at school. The eyes that looked at him intently when his best friend listened to him.

Realization dawned on him. It was really her. It was really his best friend.

Quinn must've felt his stare because she spoke up. "Do I have something on my face, Blaine?"

"Lucy?"

"Wh-What?"

"Lucy."