Looking up at his ceiling waiting for his alarm to go off, lost in his own thoughts, he realised that although he had light butterflies the evening before, they had grown overnight to elephants with five heads and massive wings rustling around in his stomach.

There'd be no one like him. He'd be bullied.

Lola may be bullied too he thought bitterly, why do you always seem to lead people to harm, even if it's unintentional?He growled at his thought, switched off his alarm quickly and slid out of bed. He ran a hand through his messy curls and stepped into the shower, trying to ignore the overwhelming fear that had settled in the pit of his stomach.

His hands were shaking too much to sort his gel without it looking like his head had fallen in glue, so he had curls framing his features. He had skipped the bowtie, instead wearing simple dark jeans, rolled up to above his ankles (come on, he was still Blaine Anderson) and a black polo. Overtop was a jade green cardigan with brown buttons and the look was finished with brogues and blue sunglasses.

He was in the kitchen when the back door opened, suddenly. He didn't even flinch.

"Mr. Anderson" Came a laughing voice that instantly brought a smile to Blaine's face, "All this dapperness to impress little old me?"

He chuckled and pulled Lola into a hug, breathing in her scent of almonds and something distinctly her. At the old house they had begun just leaving the back door unlocked every morning as Lola would always walk in unannounced. Old habit's die hard, Blaine guessed.

Lola's hair was a honey ginger, thick and luscious, thrown into a messy bun. Her beautiful olive eyes sparkled and her massive smile could compete with the sun. Blaine knew she was beautiful, told her often and she'd exclaim "it's lucky I'm gay, or you'd have an unfortunate stalker crush on your hands" with a wink and a grin. She was wearing dark green skinnies, a simple black vest and black Doc Martens.

She used her toothy grin, "It's a shame you're not a girl, you're serious eye candy" and with that grabbed the piece of toast he had just buttered. She took a massive bite with a crunch, sitting on the counter and swinging her legs madly. Blaine chuckled lightly under his breath.

She paused, legs stilling and scrutinised Blaine thoroughly. He shifted uncomfortably under her fierce gaze,
"Don't be nervous , even if there aren't people like us, we'll have each other" She leaned into Blaine and grinned, "And, I'll punch anyone if they try and hurt you" she smiled softly, grabbed the other piece of toast off the counter and popped it into Blaine's mouth, "Let's go, hunny"

Blaine simply smiled and got his bag, moaning softly as the butter began melting gloriously into his mouth. His mom has got some new Italian butter and it was gorgeous.

He was amazed how well Lola read him. She always seemed to be able to know what he felt.

Sometimes, only sometimes, he would squeeze his eyes tight shut, so tight he could feel a headache coming and wish with all he had that he could wake up and love Lola and have her love him back. Try and imagine finding her beautiful and have some feelings when he saw her, he couldn't see it, feel it at all but he could imagine how easy it would be, a life without people judging him, without disappointing anyone. He would push the thoughts away quickly. He and Lola were who they were, and he loved himself, he did, no matter what other people thought.

They had thought about the possibility of being each other's beards at this new school, had thought it for a long while, but decided against it. They could hardly think of how badly and twisted it could all turn out.

It was moments like this that he thought he could tell her. He was just so scared she'd blame him like he did himself and leave him like the heartless monster he sometimes thought he was. He sighed deeply, he had school to think about right now. Oh yeah, Lola was probably waiting outside for him.

They drove into McKinley high school, tension filling the air of the car. It looked…nice enough. Unnervingly large, slightly crumbling walls loomed ahead of them. He could just see through some windows that it looked like a very typical high school, nothing seemed that exciting about it. Blaine didn't know if he was suspecting some kind of musical were everyone ran into the school chatting, animated and smiling, right before the hit number. It seemed plain, like it would be all too easy to stand out - Blaine wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. He saw a few slutty cheerleaders walking in, swaying hips. It would all be so much easier if you found them attractive. He shook his head to clear his thoughts. He saw large beefy jocks by the dumpster, looking people up and down, almost like they were rating who would be the weakest, the easiest target. He gulped and tried to swallow down the sudden urge to turn the car back around and leave very subtly.

Although, somewhere within all those thoughts, he felt an almost…invisible force tugging him toward the school, something that told him not to judge it so quickly. He frowned lightly and turned to Lola, who was eyeing up the school hesitantly.

"Any thoughts?" Blaine asked, glancing up at his new life ahead of him,

"Maybe-" She bit her lip, deciding against what she was going to say "...let's just go inside?"

"What happened to the Lola I know? You know you need to be the one who isn't nervous to help me out!"

Lola chuckled and undid her seatbelt. She smiled softly, took his hand and squeezed it encouragingly. She clicked open the door, and just before she slipped out, turned to Blaine,

"Here's to a new life" She mumbled and stepped out, Blaine following behind. He fixed his cardigan, perched his sunglasses on top of his head and together they went inside.

It was nothing remarkable. The classes were just as easy, the teachers slacked off just as much and the social standing of you and your friends still meant everything. Lola was in most of his classes, so that was a plus. It seemed it would be quite a while until Blaine and Lola would find someone to accept them in this school, if they found anyone, ever. The jocks seemed to run the school, closely followed by the hockey players.

Lola had another lesson on the side of school, so they split ways halfway through the break to have extra time to find their rooms. On the way he'd nearly walked into some guy with a stupid name like Rick the Stick or Stan the Spanner or something that was having a heated argument with two jocks that were twice the size of Blaine. He recognised them as the ones that were in front of the trash cans earlier that day,
"Your faggy sport can't compete with football!" - Oh, the jocks here are just as ignorant as at old school, nice to know - "Just because you like waving your sticks around the place every time you play a game doesn't mean we want to see it!"

Oh jocks, such classic wit.

"Well at least ours are big enough to see!" The-hockey-player-with-the-stupid-name shot back, smirking. Blaine was mid eye roll when he very nearly became trapped under a human boulder as one of the jocks shoved the hockey player hard and he toppled back. Blaine shuddered, and learned to stay away from those particular group of people, just like at his old school.

Once again, Blaine didn't know what he was expecting, it was just like his old school except with new people. Also, they had some "slushie" machine that jocks seemed to go through really quickly, so they must be really nice-

Oh.

Turned out jocks didn't drink the slushie. Blaine winced as he saw a short girl with brunette hair wipe the drink out of his eyes. She seemed more horrified about the state of her hideous owl jumper than surprised by what had happened. Was this a regular thing? He was about to walk forward and ask the girl if she was okay when someone reached her, causing Blaine's breath to catch.

That someone, was a man.

A rather good looking man in fact.

The first thing Blaine noticed was his bowtie - which did not make his heart speed up about double the amount, thank you very much. This man had impeccable style and he wondered if maybe-

…Yeah. His face was pretty nice too.

His hair was perfectly coiffed, in an adorable quiff and asking to have Blaine's fingers run through it. His skin was like the most expensive porcelain, his delicate angelic features were in a frown, and Blaine wanted nothing more than to see him smile, to make him smile. His features and fair skin made him look fragile, but he let off a vibe of being anything but. Head tilted up, perfect posture, he seemed to shoot off "I am who I am, you won't change that", everything that Blaine wanted to be. He was rushing the girl off to the bathroom, and as he opened the door to the girls bathroom, he scanned the area.

His eyes caught Blaine's and everything went to a stand still. Because those eyes, with so much emotion but a slight wall guarding them were breathtakingly beautiful. He couldn't tell if they were blue or grey or indigo, a deep myriad of colours that deserved to be in the most important art gallery. The beautiful boy seemed to pause, forget his friend as she walked into the bathroom and he stood still in the entrance to the toilets. Blaine smiled softly in acknowledgement, causing the boy to blink rapidly, surprised and smile back quickly. Unconsciously he had dropped the hand on the door that was open and it slowly swung shut and hit him on the back. He jumped slightly and was knocked out of whatever trance he was in because of it. Blaine chuckled softly and the boy ducked his head and blushed in reply, following his friend into the bathroom. Blaine blinked at where his space had been and grinned lopsided and dazedly, but full force.

He was pretty sure he had just found everything he had been looking for and, call him dramatic, romantic, pathetic, but he wished with everything within him that the beautiful boy was gay.