I head down the hallways, keeping my eyes peeled for Karofsky, my bully. Sure, he harasses others too, but he is the worst to me. Always pushing me into lockers, calling me names, spraying me with a slushy.

Being the only out gay kid in my school has a lot of downsides, and this is the main one. Thankfully, today I've made it to all my classes without getting into too much trouble.

“Blaine! Here, I saved you a seat,” my friend Rachel Berry calls, and waves me over. We are both leads in glee club, which is the best part of my day. I almost didn't sign up last year, because I was already bullied enough for being different, I didn't want to add glee club in. But after a few of the football players and cheerios joined, including Finn Hudson, the most popular boy in school, I figured it was alright. The bullying got a little worse, but I had friends by my side so it's alright.

“So, what are the boys doing for there mash-up?” Rachel asks nonchalantly. She acts innocent but I know she is trying to get information. WE are doing a mash up contest this week in glee.

“If I told, the other guys wouldn't be very pleased…”

“Oh come on, it really won't hurt! Please Blaine?”

“They already have been shooting down my ideas, I really don't need to give them another reason to disagree with me.”

“Alright, fine then,” she says with a huff. By then class has started and we are busy working.

There's no glee club today, and I ‘m not meeting with the other boys to discuss our mash up till tomorrow morning. . So far, it's just been a lot of arguing and we haven't decided on anything. As I head to my locker, I'm distracted and don't realize Karofsky is behind me, until I feel a rough shove to my shoulder and slam against the lockers.

“Get out of my way,” he jeers and I sigh. The bullying has been increasing recently and it's getting me down. I tried talking to my dad about it but he seems to think that since I'm gay, I've chose this life style for myself.

Picking myself up off the floor, I take a deep breath and compose myself. Only a couple more years, then I'm out of here.

We've been talking for twenty minutes and have gotten nowhere. And all my ideas have been shut down.

Including the last one, where I suggested we wear matching music note printed bow ties, which was met by many groans.

“Well, Blaine, how about you let us figure it out. Why don't you go check out our competition for Sectionals? The Garblers or something?”

“You mean the Warblers?”

“Yeah, them. You know what, that's actually a good idea,” Artie says, and I can already tell I'm not getting out of this one.

“Alright, I'll go. I'll text you guys when I'm done.”

They wave as I leave the building and head home, to but together an outfit that can hopefully fool the Warblers.

An hour later I pull up in front of Dalton Academy, the home of The Warblers. Sighing, I head to the front of the school and open the doors. Lucky for me, it seems to be passing period, because there are tons of teenage boys in the halls, all talking and looking carefree. The crowd seems to be almost all heading in one direction and I follow them. As we head down a large marble staircase, it gets even more packed, and I can't help but wonder what is going on.

My curiosity gets the best of me and I tap the shoulder of a boy in front of me. He turns around and we make eye contact. “Um, hi. I'm new here, and I'm wondering what's going on.”

“I'm Kurt,” he says and I find my self being drawn into his beautiful blue eyes. Wow, they are really pretty. But he starts talking again, so I pay attention. “And it's the Warblers. Sometimes they throw together an impromptu performance in the senior commons, and it tends to shut the whole school down for a while.”

“Wait, the glee club here is cool?”

“Yeah, the Warblers are like rock stars!” He responds and I let out a small laugh. He smiles my way and then, unexpectedly, grabs my hand. “Come on, I know a short cut.”

He pulls me through the crowd and we head together down the hallway, our hands still intertwined. I can feel a small blush rise to my cheek, because here is this very beautiful boy holding my hand.

We reach the room where I see many other students gathering, and Kurt pulls me up to the front. I look down at my outfit, and realize how out of place it is.

He laughs, obviously seeing my concern, and gives me a reassuring smile. But then he leaves me to head toward a group in the middle of the room and I get worried. What will I do without my tour guide?

But before I get too anxious, I hear the Warblers start singing, and then, to my amazement, Kurt takes lead! I quickly recognize the tune, as Blackbird by the Beatles. I am in awe of his sweet, angelic voice and out all my focus towards Kurt. He seems very into the song and I can see the emotion in his eyes, which seem an even more brilliant shade of blue, if that's possible.

As he sings the chorus for a second time something inside me shifts and I've never felt this emotional over anything. The song ends and the applause is thunderous. I break out of my trance and clap enthusiastically.

Kurt smiles my way and I give him a large grin back. He walks my way and I feel butterflies in my stomach.

“So, what did you think?” he asks.

“Wow, just wow. You are amazing! I was very impressed.”

A blush immediately creeps up on his cheeks and he responds, shyer than before, “Oh, thank you.”

Then the shyness disappears and he looks me back in the eye. “That was actually my first time taking lead. I'm a junior this year and since a lot of the old leads are gone, they are trying out some new talent.”

“Well, you are definitely talented!”

He smiles and for a moment there is a silence between the two of us. Not awkward, just a moment.  But then Kurt speaks again, and the dreaded question comes “So, you obviously aren't attending Dalton. I know my fashion, and that is not  a Dalton blazer.”

I laugh, and sigh, “I guess I have some explaining to do?”

“Yeah, I'll say so.” He then waves over two other boys and I gulp. Oh dear, maybe Kurt isn't so nice after all.

“Relax, they're harmless. How about you join us all for coffee and we talk it over?”

I nod, and relax a little. He's definitely not mad, but will the other boys be. Kurt tells them we are going to coffee and they give me a quizzical look but don't question it.

I trail a little behind the three of them, as they laugh and chat like old friends, and follow them down the hall.

Now the one thing on my mind is Kurt. During that performance I felt something like nothing else I've ever experienced, but I have no idea what it means. The only thing I'm certain of is that I don't want this to be the last time I see Kurt.