A/N: I've just started posting this on here, it's also on fanfictionnet and tumblr. I’m going to try to have a new chapter up every Thursday. I won’t on the 1st of November, as I’m away for half-term, but I shall upload the chapter when I get home.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Glee. Surprised? Me, too.

Chapter two: Push It.

“One day, you will all work for me.” Kurt told the guys fiercely, trying to retain some of his dignity and still furiously wondering how Mr Schuester could be so incredibly oblivious. One small, feminine kid surrounded by a bunch of jocks next to a Dumpster. The math shouldn’t be that difficult, and he couldn’t help but resent the teacher for being so infuriatingly ignorant. Then again, Mr Schuester had been pretty popular at school, hadn’t he? Being in the Glee club didn’t instantly make you an underdog back then. That probably explained it.

He didn’t bother fighting them as they lifted him up and dropped him into the Dumpster. There really wasn’t much he could do, anyhow. Rolling his eyes, he listened to them jeering and high-fiving each other with a large amount of disgust.

Climbing out once they’d gone, and retrieving his bag from where the jock had dropped it, he wondered where Blaine was. He usually got to school at the same time as Kurt, often in enough time to pull him from the Dumpster.

Sighing, he shook his head, trying not to worry about his friend and instead to concentrate on getting to class without being slushied. And he needed to grab some deodorant, stat.

Blaine didn’t show up to any of his classes – at least, not the ones Kurt shared with him – and he didn’t see him at lunch either. At the end of the day, he fired off a quick text to Blaine, saying ‘Didn’t see you in school today. Are you okay?’

The response, ‘No, not really, but I’ll be there tomorrow’ did not make him feel much better, and he went to Glee club with a heavy heart, bopping to Mercedes and Mr Schuester’s vocals and wondering why he bothered with this club when he didn’t enjoy being there half the time. And half the time, no-one seemed to recognise his existence, apart from Mercedes and Mr Schuester.

 It didn’t help that they were going to be slaughtered in next week’s assembly, with the song that they were performing. Le Freak, really? The rest of the school already hated them, so why did they want to make it worse? At least if they were performing Kanye West, it would be something popular that people recognised, and that might actually get them less victimised. Well, he doubted it, but at least it wouldn’t give people more reason to mock them. Convincing the rest of the school through disco was hardly the best idea their Glee teacher had ever had. The song they were doing was not going to gain them any love whatsoever, and they were going to have less members by the time the others had finished torturing them.

He was pretty glad that the rest of the footballers knew about Finn being in the club by now. If they didn’t, seeing him performing disco in front of the school without any prior warning whatsoever would get him annihilated.

Stalking away from the choir room, he arched an eyebrow as he heard Mercedes calling his name, and turned to look at her. “Yes?”

“White boy, I know you’re not happy with being background vocals to Berry, and trust me, I’m not down with it either. But I know Glee club does make you happy, so don’t give it up, okay?”

Inwardly rolling his eyes, he nodded slightly. “What made you think I would? But no, I won’t. As long as you don’t wear that outfit ever again. I wasn’t joking when I said it makes you look like a technicolour zebra.”

She smiled at him, and he went home in slightly better spirits, trying Blaine’s number five times before giving in, sending him a text saying ‘I hope you’re okay’ before settling in to watch re-runs of Friends on TV.

Blaine still hadn’t responded when he finally went to bed at 11:30.

---

“Hey, Blaine.” Kurt greeted the curly-haired boy at his locker the next day. “Are you okay?” He inquired, not letting on the anxiety he was feeling.

“Huh?” Blaine turned his eyes on Kurt with an absent expression. “Oh. Yeah, I’m fine. You?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” He paused for a moment. “Where were you yesterday? Were you ill, or...”

Blaine hesitated, before nodding. “Yeah. Yeah... ill. I was throwing up all da-”

“TMI, Blaine, really.” Kurt responded dryly, wrinkling up his nose at the thought and taking a subconscious step back.

With a sheepish laugh, Blaine nodded. “Sorry, my bad. And I’m sorry for worrying you, too. Mum kept practically pouring water down my throat, so between that and running to the bathroom, I didn’t really have the time or energy to text...”

“TMI, again.”

“Right, sorry, sorry.” Blaine winced slightly in apology and grinned at him. “How was Glee club?”

“Ugh, don’t mention it to me.” Moving away from the locker to get out of Blaine’s way, he fell into step with him as they set off for their first class. “We’re performing disco at the assembly.”

“What’s wrong with disco?”

Kurt presumed that Blaine was joking, but a look at his face convinced him that the opposite was true. The shorter boy’s face was lit up with enthusiasm that kind of reminded him of an excited puppy... “Oh, God. You’re lucky you have good taste in other areas, or this friendship would be over, Anderson.”

Blaine looked injured. “But disco’s gr-”

“Stop.” Kurt smiled slightly to take away the sting of the command. “Feel free to perform it in front of the school, then.”

“Uh, I like my head attached to my shoulders a bit too much to do that.” Blaine paused. “Not that I think they’re going to kill you! Oh, goodness. Don’t come to me for friendly encouragement.”

“I’ll remember that in future.” Kurt responded, rolling his eyes at his friend. “C’mon, let’s get you to class before you manage to completely freak me out about this assembly.”

---

Berry may have been annoying, but she was smart, Kurt had to give her that. Doing Push It would definitely give them a reputation. Hopefully a positive one, although with the choreography they’d come up with, it was going to be. Artie still seemed unsure about the whole thing, but anything that made sure that they didn’t get fruit thrown at them was fine with Kurt. That facial had not been cheap.

He called Blaine later, since he still disappeared straight after school. Kurt wasn’t actually certain how Blaine actually got to school, since he lived out in Westerville, but was too young to drive. He must be getting lifts in from his parents, who Kurt had yet to meet.

Blaine picked up on the first ring.

“Hey, Kurt. You okay?”

“Of course, I’m fine. How are you?”

Blaine gave a non-committal sound. “So, what was the Glee meeting about?”

Kurt wriggled a little to get comfortable on the couch; a warm feeling in his stomach at the fact that Blaine had remembered that he had a meeting. “Berry wanted to change the number for the assembly, so we’re not doing La Freak anymore.”

“Damn, La Freak is one of my favourite songs.” Blaine responded, and Kurt could practically sense his puppy eyes after Kurt’s incredulous laugh. “Yeah, yeah, whatever. You’re just jealous of my good tastes.”

“Uh-huh. Jealous, that’s definitely the word for it.” Kurt teased him. “Well, it’s nice to know that one person in the audience would’ve been appreciative of it. Aside from Mr Schue, I mean.”

Blaine laughed. “I’m sure everyone would’ve loved it once they heard you singing.”

“You’ve never even heard me sing, Blaine.” He responded dryly.

“Any comment I make to the contrary here will just make me sound like a stalker, so-” There was a yell in the background, and Blaine sighed. “I have to go, either way. Dinner time. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Kurt stared at the phone after Blaine had hung up, wondering – not for the first time – about Blaine’s home life. He never seemed overly thrilled when talking about his parents, but his mother had cared enough to try and get him to feel better while he was ill... Maybe it was just the tension that most teenagers had with their parents. He’d never really understood that, although that might’ve been because the way people complained about their mothers was always a sore point for him, and he’d never had particular problems with his dad, except for some queries about the clothes Kurt sometimes chose to wear. He didn’t know how many more times he could repeat the words ‘Fashion has no gender, Dad!’ before his father stopped believing him.

Well, whatever Blaine’s home life was like, thinking about it wasn’t going to get Kurt’s homework done.

---

Everyone seemed to be having second thoughts, which was the opposite of good, as they had about two minutes until the curtains opened and they had to sing in front of the school to prove to them that joining Glee club was a good idea.

Kurt glanced around at the other five members. Finn was staring, pale-faced, at the curtains, Rachel was tapping her foot and chewing on her lip, Artie was murmuring with Tina, both looking solemn, and Mercedes was stood next to Kurt, pretending to be completely unconcerned.

Kurt himself wasn’t actually all that concerned. It wasn’t as if his reputation could get any worse. He already faced a daily onslaught of bullying, and besides them actually killing him, there wasn’t much they could do that he hadn’t already been through.

“Right! Mr Schue’s going to introduce us now, and then, it’s show time. Just try not to mess it up!” Rachel offered the words as what Kurt presumed was supposed to be encouragement. Judging by the looks on the others’ faces, it hadn’t worked for them, either.

“I th-think I’m g-going to th-th-throw up,” Tina stuttered, and Artie grabbed her hand in what was probably meant to be reassurance, but from her wince it seemed that he’d only succeeded in breaking her hand. Kurt suppressed a sigh. They were supposed to be performers; if even this made them nervous, however would they ever survive in a hall with thousands of people watching?

“Positions, guys!” Rachel hissed, and they all quickly moved, brushing away their insecurities – for a short while – to immerse themselves in the song and the dance.

---

Blaine couldn’t stop staring. He’d turned up at the assembly unsure of what to expect, as Kurt hadn’t actually told him which song they were performing instead of Le Freak, and it had somehow slipped his mind to ask. And then the music had started and his mouth had fallen open, and was still open, and his mind was kind of a mess.

Why had no-one warned him that Kurt was one of the sexiest guys on the Earth? He’d noticed that Kurt was cute, of course, and told himself sternly to ignore it since Kurt was his friend, pretty much his only friend, but... he hadn’t expected this. The choreography, his expressions, and what little of his voice Blaine could distinguish from the others... wow. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to forget this performance. And it seemed he wasn’t the only one who had enjoyed it, he realised, as it ended and almost the entire student body, led by Jacob Ben Israel, leapt to its feet, applauding and screaming. Ducking his head slightly as the noise became too much for him, he shook his head slightly, trying to clear it of all X-rated thoughts before he had to go and tell Kurt – his best friend, he reminded himself – that the performance had been brilliant. It had, really. He was just going to have to censor out most of his thoughts.

The thing was, he considered, noticing that Mr Schuester wasn’t standing up – he felt a little bad for the teacher, who was obviously going to be in trouble – he really should tell Kurt that he was gay. He wanted to, of course, because Kurt was his best friend even if he hadn’t known him all that long. It was just that... well, he’d seen how catty Kurt could be, even with his friends, and if he ended up hating Blaine for being gay... he wasn’t sure he could handle that. Because then it would turn out like Westerville, except worse.

Filing out with the rest of the students, he darted quickly in the direction of the choir room, where he was grateful to find only the Glee kids, minus Rachel. Mr Schuester must have been talking to Figgins, he realised, looking around at the appalled faces as he stepped slowly inside. Rachel was probably somewhere else, beating herself up over it. She did have a good heart, even if she could be a little misguided sometimes. Much as he’d appreciated the performance, he did recognise that it wasn’t going to have gotten the club into Figgins’ good books.

“Out of the kindness of my heart, I’m not gonna say ‘I told you so’, but... I told you so.” Artie announced, receiving scowls from the rest of the group at his words.

“Th-this is all Rachel’s fault, and n-now we’re g-going to have to d-disband Glee and it’s not f-fair!” Tina slumped into a chair, looking disappointed.

Mercedes shot her a sympathetic look, and Blaine took the initiative to step fully into the room. As they all turned to see who was interrupting their pity party, he spoke. “Uh, hey. I’m Blaine – Kurt’s friend. I just wanted to say that I thought you were all brilliant. And the rest of the school seemed to think so, too.” Ducking his head a little, he shot Kurt a quick smile, and received one in return.

Tina was beaming. “Th-thank you, Blaine.”

“You’re welcome. And, uh, I hate to say it, but Figgins was yelling for everyone to get to class. It’s not as if it’s going to help much if you guys stand around here, though, right? So...” He trailed off.

“Do you think they’ll think Glee club’s cool now, though?” Finn suddenly asked, causing everyone to stare at him.

Mercedes rolled her eyes at him. “I don’t think one song’s gonna change their mind totally, Hudson. But Blaine’s right; we should get to class. Or we’ll be in even more trouble.” Grabbing her bag, she waved at Kurt before heading out.

Artie and Tina followed, and Finn left soon after, obviously having decided that worrying about his reputation wasn’t worth the trouble he would get in if he missed class.

“So, they seem... nice.” Blaine offered uncertainly, glancing after them. He hadn’t really spoken to any of them before, apart from Mercedes.

Kurt snorted. “They can be,” he allowed, after Blaine raised an eyebrow at him inquisitively. “I mean, Mercedes is, obviously. Tina’s usually very quiet. Then again, it’s hard to get a word in when Berry never shuts up.”

Blaine gave him a thoughtful look, considering his words. It seemed to him like maybe Kurt needed to be a bit more lenient with them. They did seem friendly, from what little he’d seen of them, and Kurt’s only complaint with them so far seemed to be that Rachel didn’t stop talking. He could be totally wrong here, but it seemed like Kurt needed to let them in a little more, as opposed to be the cold-hearted, sarcastic person he suspected that a lot of them saw Kurt as. Blaine had been lucky not to have ended up on the receiving end of that part of his personality.

In truth, he knew that the only reason Kurt was more friendly to him than he was to anyone else was because Blaine had been so nervous on arrival at the school that Kurt had taken pity on him and treated him a lot more gently than he might have otherwise done.

“What?” Kurt asked, frowning a little at him.

“... Nothing. Come on, let’s get to class.”

---

“Three of the Cheerios joined Glee,” were the first words out of Kurt’s mouth when he saw Blaine the day after the Cheerios auditioned.

Blaine blinked at him, hand frozen in the act of opening his locker. “And this is... a good thing?” He tried, seeming unsure.

“I’m not sure yet, personally. Berry’s not happy, because one of them, Quinn, is dating Hudson and she’s got the hots for him.” He rolled his eyes, hiding the flicker of jealousy. It was alright for some, to be able to be so obvious about for their crushes. He had to hide his, or he’d be beaten up by the entire football team, including his crush.

“Oh. Well, I mean, it might be good for the club’s reputation, right?” Blaine asked, opening his locker, pulling some books out and shutting it again.

Kurt half-nodded. “Maybe.”

“I guess you’ll have to wait and see. Once the Cheerios join, you might get a few more of the footballers joining.” Blaine pointed out.

“Maybe. They’ll probably just be doing it in an attempt to get the girls to notice them, though.” He hesitated slightly before speaking again. “Have you thought about joining, at all?”

A slightly panicked expression flitted across Blaine’s face but was gone before he could ask. “Not really, I mean, I don’t know how good I am, and it’s your thing anyway, and I’m just trying to catch up on work right now, you know?”

Kurt cast him a curious glance, wondering why he was rambling in what seemed like panic. Maybe he was a really terrible singer and didn’t want Kurt to know and therefore judge him, or he had bad stage fright. The second seemed to fit better, and he didn’t want to make Blaine uncomfortable, so he simply nodded. “Sure. I’ll see you at break, then.” He waved slightly, turning to head to Physics.

He’d just have to make it his mission to hear Blaine singing, at some point.

A/N: Blaine’s POV! Thank you for reading, it’d make my day if you reviewed and thank you again if you’re following this!