Blaine might be very happy his mother was home already, because his keys didn't come back after they dissapeared in the pocket of one of the football players. 

'Had a nice day?' his mother asked while she gave him a huge mug with coffee, and sat next to him. 'It was okay.' Blaine answered quickly. Se didn't have to know it. If he could, he would cry in her arms and tell her everything that happened, but if he wanted to have a good job in the future, this kind of things would happen too and if he didn't have enough experience with it, well, then he could forget about the good job. 

Blaine forced himself to smile and he gave his mother a kiss. 'Is it okay if you're having dinner on your own tonight? I've got a a date.' Blaine's mother smiled proud. It was clear who's smile Blaine had too. 'Of course not. Have fun!'

Blaine's parents were divorced for almost a year now, and he lived with his mom. He only saw his dad once in a month. He didn't think he would get a stepfather: all the man his mother ever had a date with, dumped her after a week. 

After he ate his pizza, Blaine put on his coat and closed the door behind him. He walked to the boxing school, which was a five minutes walk. He just needed to slam and kick things. Just to reduce the anger that was in his body.

People did stare at him at the boxing school, but this was different. This people were staring because they had respect for Blaine. They stared at him because they wished they could box as good as Blaine and not because he dressed differently. Blaine was the best boxer in the whole boxing school, and he was proud. 

Blaine said hello to everyone, changed his normal clothing to the boxing outfit and walked to the boxing ring. Blaine kicked the other boy who was in the boxing ring as much as possible and some seconds later the other boy lay on the ground, breathing loud and totally beaten.

Just when Blaine wanted to step out of the boxing ring to rest and drink a little bit, a boy came in. A tall and muscular boy with caramel brown eyes and blond, almost golden, curly hair. Blaine felt a strange, itchy feeling in his belly. What was that?

The boy introduced himself to everyone and in the end he said hello to Blaine. 'Hey, i'm Jeremiah and i'm new here.' said the boy who's name was Jeremiah. Blaine smiled friendly and shook Jeremiah's hand. The itchy feeling in Blaine's belly got worse and Blaine had no idea what was going on. 'You must be Blaine Anderson. I heard a lot of great things about you.' said Jeremiah. Blaine nodded and he began to blush. What the hell was going on?

When the training ended all the boys went to the changing room. While Blaine pulled his shirt off he stared at Jeremiah, who did the same and a holy six-pack emerged. He's so damn sexy, Blaine thought.

But when Blaine thought about what he just was thinking, he was shocked. Why did he just think that? The edgy feeling in his tummy, weren't they called 'butterflys in his stomach'? And why didn't he have this feeling when he saw pretty girls? Did it mean that...

Blaine didn't want to think or know about it and he forced himself to think about something else. 

Of course Blaine wasn't gay. He just hadn't met the right girl yet, and the feeling in his tummy was just because he was hungry. Right...?