Once again, Kurt’s had the misfortune of finding himself tossed carelessly into one of the reeking dumpsters behind his insufferable school. He hears the jocks whoop and holler outside, but he knows better than to try to leave before them; he’d just end up right back in there. Crash! Something clatters to the ground and one of the jocks shouts “Another nerd! Maybe he needs some company, huh?” It doesn’t take long before he’s begging for them to ‘please let him go’ and they relentlessly throw him in the can next to Kurt. 
“Shit, ow!” He exclaims as he lands on something hard and attempts to get up. His mistake, Kurt thinks as one of the jocks pushes him back, causing him to stagger and trip over Kurt’s ankle. 
“Damnit! Jesus; that hurt!” Kurt nearly shouts, grabbing his ankle. “For Christ’s sake, stay there and they’ll leave.” He hisses at the other boy. 
“Okay.” He agrees and his voice is pathetically meek. Kurt rolls his eyes, finally glancing at him. He has ‘geek’ written all over him. It’s in his collared shirt and bowtie, it’s in his nerdy thick glasses, it’s in his hair (along with too much gel), and it’s in his demeanor. His slouchy posture, the way his hands look for something to do, his eyes assessing every single part of his situation. His face is familiar, but Kurt can’t put a name to it.
 “Lighten up, kid. It’ll be over soon and you’ll laugh it off. No big deal.” I say, and sure enough, the jocks’ chortling laughter drifts away slowly. The school bell rings behind them. 
“Dang it, I’m going to be late for glee.” Kurt mutters under his breath. 
“Glee? As in show choir?” The other boy asks, helping Kurt out of the trash bin. 
“Yeah; singing, performing and everything else show choir implies. Why?” he arches an eyebrow, gingerly putting weight on his freshly injured ankle. 
“I was a warbler back at Dalton. You okay?” 
“That’s cool, you should join glee, it’s fun. And yeah, I’m fine.” 
“what’s your name?”
“Kurt Hummel, and you are…?”
“Blaine Anderson,” He introduces, holding out his hand.

The boys make their way to the choir room where Mr. Schue had already started his lesson. As soon as they walk in, the group is asking Kurt where he’s been and why he’s limping and ‘who the heck is the nerd?’
“One: The jocks threw me in a dumpster again, two: I … twisted my ankle getting out, and three: the ‘nerd’ is Blaine and he’s here to audition. Right, Blaine?” Blaine’s mouth had fallen open and it took him a moment to form a coherent though. 
“Um, yeah. I was a warbler at Dalton and I’d love to join your glee club if that’s possible.” He says warily.

"Well come on then." Mr. Schue urges. "Do you know what song you'd like to sing, or do you need some time to think?" Luckily, Kurt had already explained the audition process to him.

"I've got a song, thank you." he goes over to the band and quietly tells them which song he wants them to play.

I remember tears streaming down your face
When I said, I’ll never let you go
When all those shadows almost killed your light
I remember you said, Don’t leave me here alone
But all that’s dead and gone and passed tonight
Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You’ll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I’ll be safe and sound
Don’t you dare look out your window darling
Everything’s on fire
The war outside our door keeps raging on
Hold on to this lullaby
Even when music’s gone
Gone, 
Just close your eyes
The sun is going down
You’ll be alright
No one can hurt you now
Come morning light
You and I’ll be safe and sound
Just close your eyes
You’ll be alright
Come morning light,
You and I’ll be safe and sound…

            He finishes singing and stands awkwardly, folding his hands in front of himself. The room sits in an uncomfortable silence for a few dragging seconds. 
“Wow. Who’d have thought that the dorky hobbit could sing?” A Latina girl sitting off to the side has no problem breaking their silence. 
“Santana! Is that seriously the biggest compliment that you can give? At least he’s brave enough to sing a song that’s five octaves lower than the original for his first song.” A brunette defends (sort of) from the front row. 
“Well,” Mr. Schue cuts in. “I can safely say that your performance exceeded expectations. Welcome to glee!” He pats Blaine on the back and Kurt gestures to the seat next to him as an invitation.