Blaine reached into his pocket and pulled out his schedule to see that he had Math next. He walked out of the lunch room, determined to find this class by himself. Walking down the hallway, he had his map out trying to figure out where to go. His glasses slipped down his face, and as he pushed them back up he felt pain as he was shoved up against the beige lockers. Crying out in pain, he slumped to the floor.
“Welcome to McKinley, hobbit!” A large football player yelled out, laughing as he walked off with his friends.
Blaine sighed, waiting for the pain to subside until he got up. After about a minute, he pulled himself off the ground and limped to his class, obviously a few minutes late. He reached the door, sighed once more, and pulled it open. The entire class went quiet. Blaine felt 34 pairs of eyes on his blushing face.
“Hello. Do you have a reason for being late?” The teacher asked, with her lips pursed.
“I…I got lost.” Blaine lied. The teacher nodded understandingly. “Would you like to introduce yourself? I’m guessing you are new.” Blaine nodded his head and mumbled his name, making his way to the only empty seat in the classroom, which was, of course, in the corner.
“Hey Blaine!” a cheerful voice whispered. Blaine glanced at the seat next to his, to see Kurt waving at him. Blaine cursed furiously under his breath. This was one class he needed to concentrate in. How could he think with that piece of perfection sitting a foot away from him? He kept his eyes glued to his book as he listened to the teacher’s lecture. After a while, he heard something hit his desk. He took his eyes off his book to find a folded paper on his desk. He looked at it and picked it up curiously, unfolding it.
Hey Blaine, you look like your eyes will pop out of your head at the speed you are reading. :P
The handwriting was flawless, and Blaine couldn’t help but trace over the writing with his hand, looking around. His eyes landed on Kurt who was nodding and silently laughing at him. Blaine rolled his eyes and scribbled out a reply.
Yeah, yeah. xD Math’s hard for me.
He tossed it onto Kurt’s desk when the teacher faced the blackboard.
The paper returned to Blaine’s desk with such precision. Blaine unfolded it quickly, eyes widening as he read the message.
I can tutor you if you end up needing it? I love math.
Blaine looked at Kurt and shrugged, as if to say let’s find out if I need it.
The bell rang, and the rest of the day passed quickly for Blaine. In every class, he chose a seat in the corner, and either zoned out (if he knew the stuff) or paid attention. The day was going relatively well for Blaine. After school, he was walking around the hallways when he heard the most angelic sound.

You’re just a body; I can smell your skin
And when I feel it, you’re wearing thin.

Blaine sped up, trying to find where the music was coming from. He poked his head around a door.

Why don’t you be the artist
And make me out of clay?
Why don’t you be the writer
And decide the words I say?

Blaine’s eyes widened for the billionth time that day when he saw who the singer was. Of course it was Kurt. Blaine stood at the door, awestruck, until Kurt belted out the last jaw-dropping note. It accomplished its goal; Blaine’s jaw did certainly drop. Blaine’s hands were still gripping the doorframe when he heard a voice.
“Can I help you?” Blaine ripped his eyes off Kurt and saw a tall man gazing at him expectantly.
“Blaine!” Kurt exclaimed. “Are you joining Glee club?” Kurt bounced over to where Blaine and the man were standing.
“I’m Mr. Schue, the teacher for Glee club. Did you want to join?” the teacher asked.
“Oh…uhm..” Blaine stared at the floor.
“Come on Blaine, I bet you really can sing!” Kurt pulled Blaine into the room.
“I guess I can give it a try.” Blaine shrugged. He walked up to the middle of the room and faced the sea of about 10 kids staring at him.
“Hi. I’m Blaine Anderson.” he mumbled. He took a deep breath and began to sing.

My head is stuck in the clouds.
She begs me to come down says
Boy, quit fooling around.

I told her,
I love the view from up here.
Warm sun and wind in my ear
We’ll watch the world from above
As it turns to the rhythm of love.

We may only have tonight.
But till the morning sun you’re mine
All mine
Play the music slow.
And sway to the rhythm of love.

He stole a glance at Kurt, who was staring at him with his mouth open. Blaine immediately felt self-conscious and looked around at everyone else. They had somewhat the same expressions, just not as exaggerated. One girl with straight hair and a dress that looked like she picked it out blindfolded had her eyebrows knitted together and was looking irritated. Blaine suddenly was terrified and looked at Mr. Schue. The teacher was a little subtler, but Blaine could still tell that he was working hard to keep his composure. Blaine was too focused on everyone to remember that he has to jump into the next verse.
By the time he realized, the song was ahead of him, and Blaine’s face was burning. He tried to pick it up, but he couldn’t remember the lyrics. Terrified, he fled the room, leaving the entire club gaping after him.