As I walked into my fifth period class, my thoughts were ' this should be exciting'.� It reeked of sweat, cheap perfume and... cigarette smoke? A blonde cheerleader was making out with and abnormally large football player. Two kids were asleep. I'm pretty sure the boy in the back looked stoned, and maybe homeless. A Latino and sweet looking blonde were whispering secrets into each others ears. There was a brunette that was tapping her foot to a song that only she could her. And a boy. Breathtaking. His perfectly coifed chestnut hair topped the perfect outfit he was modeling.

He tore his eyes away to give the odd, but good� looking teacher the note. She was sporting a nice bun with a thirties style dress. I'm approve.

"Hello class," Ms. Walsh� "We have a new student, Mr.Anderson." Of course, a moment of silence. "Blaine can you sit next to Kurt."

"Thank you Ms. Walsh." I'm not going to hyperventilate. He just a cute, we'll dress boy. Probably straight. God I'm going to do something embarrassing and it will my nickname for the rest of high school. Or fag. Which ever comes first. I won't deny I'm gay but I won't shout it out either. My goal is to just crawl under the radar and live past high school.

"Today," the teacher began breaking my thought, " We are going to do a book project with partners," she said with enthusiasm. " You will pick a piece by Shakespeare with the person your sitting next to you." Oh god. Snap out of it Anderson. Nice and confident.

Blaine turned to face Kurt. He extended his right hand, " Kurt, it's nice to meet you." Good Anderson. You played it cool. He boy looked down at my hand with question. He looked fearfully and shocked. "Nice to meet you too Blaine." He nodded along with his introduction. Reaching to my hand with hesitation. Still puzzled.

"I'm passing out the rubrics and this is due in six weeks. You will not have any class time for this except for today. Everything else is out of class. Now start your learning!" The teacher pronounced. She was still a young enthusiastic teacher. She ran of to sit at her desk to finish grading papers.

I turned my attention back a Kurt. He wore the same expression. " Do I have something in my teeth?" Kurt broke from his trance. His eyebrows shot up and he appear panicked.

"No no no no, it's just..." The boy decrescendo� into a mutter. "Just..." I said, egging him on, trying to make him finish his sentence. " It's just your being nice," he said with unreadable expression making his words hard to decipher.

My face fell to a sudden frown. "Well," I start off. Then my face breaks into smile." I don't see why. You don't have third eye or an extra hand. You seems to appear normal." Now that make the beautiful boy laugh. His smile brighten the rooms but his laugh was musical and his voice sounded like an angel's. Kurt spoke again with a happier voice, " One would assume that should define normal." The mesmerizing seas of blue he called eyes brighten with every word. " I don't know about you," he continued," But I will do anything except Romeo and Juliet."

"Agreed. I bet you ninety percent of this class is doing that." Kurt and I talked about ideas but also drifted of topic to music and similarities. I found it was so simple to talk to Kurt. I don't� have to think. Everything's easy.

The bell rung and we gather are paper that were spread across the table in now apparent order. I was walking out while Kurt turned me around. " Hey because your new and don't know anyone I was wondering if you wanted to sit with me at lunch." He turned his head, trying to hid a blush.

Blaine try to hid his bursting smile. " I'd love to." One point for Blaine Anderson. I should stop talking to myself.

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"Ok, I have to warn you. I sit with a group of girls that are crazy." He laugh but it seems he really cared about them. We sat down at the vacant seats at a table with a group of five girls. "Girls," Kurt rung out, gathering the girls attention. " This is Blaine, he's new and I invited him to sit with us." Smiles painted on there faces and various girls voiced a hi Blaine.

"Hello ladies." I was nervous about meeting them but they seems nice enough. The girls giggled and the black girl next to Kurt spoke, " Aww, such a gentlemen." After short introductions I spoke up again. " Yes." The girls and Kurt turned to face him. "Yes on what?" The Rachel girl asked, obviously curious. I smiled. " On Ohio's referendum 75. That's what you were talking about before. Am I correct?" The table starred at Blaine like a deer caught in headlight. Wide eyes with emotionless expression. My eyebrows burrowed together. Contemplating there emotions. "Did I say something wrong. Do you believe in same-sex marriage?" Now Blaine was getting freaked out. I'm sitting with a table of homophobes. It will be a repeat of last year. I shuttered at the thought.

Mercedes broke the silence. " Boy? Can I marry you?" She say with a smile. Everyone relaxed and I sighed. I put on a question face." I think I'm open next Saturday?" Everyone join on in on the joking. The Latino girl from my English class spoke. Santana, I think? " No seriously hobbit." The nickname is unique, I guess. " Of course. I voted yes this year." Everyone continued there previous conversation.�

"But wait," the Asian girl stuttered. " Y-your eighteen?" I stopped breathing. My past is gone and it will not repeat. Your okay. Breathe. Just make up a simple lie. "Yes." I stated. I hope they can let this go. His voice piped up again," But we're Juniors. We are all seventeen."

"I had to repeat my Sophomore year." We'll I guess that was totally not a lie. The girls obviously wanted more. "Family issues. Moving and such." I passed that hurdle now I have plenty more. Kurt swooped in and saved my back. " You all need to stop interrogating Blaine. We don't want to scare hime away." The taller boy nudged his shoulder against mine with a play grin. "Now," Kurt continued, " Did anyone listen to Lady Gaga's new album this weekend?"

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Last period of class. I think it was a very successful day. I made friends and not beaten up. Call that a bonus. And I always loved history to top it off.

Blaine came walking into the classroom, similar to all the others and tries to find the teacher. I saw a curly haired guy behind the desk upfront. " Excuse me?" I said timidly, not wanting to frighten him. "Yes, one moment." The teacher stood up and straighten his shirt. "Can I help you?"

"I'm new, Blaine Anderson," I stated with an extended hand. The sweater vest teacher returned the invitation. "You can sit anywhere you like." I thanks him then turned around to scan for a seat. Not sitting next to someone homeless and stoned. Not a cheerleader. Kurt. I don't think he would mind. I step to the back, avoiding people to not knock into them. "Hey Kurt," I whispered. The boy was currently drawing. Outfits? He looked around, trying to see who called his name. Then he settled his eyes in the curly haired boy. He flashed a wide grin. " We have the same class. Want to see next to me ?" The boy scooted his chair sideways to make room for Blaine.

"Thanks." The teacher began teaching but Kurt and I chatted in the back. I already learned this. "Do you do any activities after school?" I asked, wanted to get to know the perfectly dressed teen more. Kurt responded with a whisper, " Yeh I do glee club." He turned, as if waiting for rejection.� My eyebrows went up and a brighter smile was painted on my face. " Do you think I could join? I sing and did show choir in my old school. I would love to." Kurt fidgeted in his chair with excitement. " Yes! Yes! We need more members and that would be amazing, " he exclaimed. " Actually," he continued, " Mr. Shue teaches glee club. He does it better than history but could still use some work." We laugh along and talked the rest of class. The bell rung and people started to exit. " Blaine, are you doing anything after school?" Kurt jumped to the side of me. I turned, " No, why?" I asked.

" Well you could watch a glee practice and then go from there." The chestnut haired boy swayed, waiting for a response. I only had one answer. " Show me the way."�

Kurt weaves around people and ran into a classroom. I notice he had the tightest pair of jeans I have ever seen. His butt looked great and Blaine STOP! STARING! We entered the class room and it had a band and grand piano. I appeared everyone was there and they all diverted their attention to Blaine. " Everyone," Kurt shouted," Blaine would like to join glee club." There was cheer and smiles. A brunette stood up. "Is he any good?" The girl asked. Her hands were on her hips and she wore a frown. " I think I am," I i interjected. "Well then. Sing."

Kurt responded," He needs to prepare. Don't you think Blaine?" He looked at me, pleading for me to agree. "I have a song I can sing now if you want." Applause erupted and Kurt took a seat.

I went over to the band and whisper my song. I returned to the middle of the classroom. Giving a few seconds for the band to figure out the chords and such. And I started to sing.

I never knew
I never knew that everything was falling through
That everyone I knew was waiting on a cue
To turn and run when all I needed was the truth
But that's how it's got to be
It's coming down to nothing more than apathy
I'd rather run the other way than stay and see
The smoke and who's still standing when it clears

I prayed to the god that I didn't believe in to make them not read into it. This song helped me through the rough times in my life. It's actually weird how relevant it is to my life. I promised my self not to cry and hopefully I don't. God I hope I don't.�

Everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind

And suddenly I become a part of your past
I'm becoming the part that don't last
I'm losing you and it's effortless
Without a sound we lose sight of the ground
In the throw around
Never thought that you wanted to bring it down
I won't let it go down till we torch it ourselves

I'm crying. There looking at my weird. Dam I'm screwed. I don't deal well with questions. I had a really hard last two years and I can't deal with any more crap.

And everyone knows I'm in
Over my head
Over my head
With eight seconds left in overtime
She's on your mind
She's on your mind

My voice faded out and everyone gave me a standing ovation and clapped vigorously. "Well," I voice behind me said. I turned to see I faced Mr.Shue. " Welcome to glee club." He gave me a pat on the shoulder and I returned to my seat. I sat respectfully next to Kurt who looked worried. " Blaine, are you ok?" I just notice I was still crying. I shook my head and was engulfed into a hug. We held it for a few seconds and then releases. He gave a sympathetic looked with his blue eyes into mine. It seemed with as if we exchanged emotions. Then we sat together to finish glee club then with the dismissal, I left.

I rushed out and slide to lean against the lockers. I closed my eyes, trying to forget everything but it was engrained in my memory. A few seconds later, I found someone else sit next to me. Their hand clasp into mine. Their hands were soft and delegate. I opened my eyes to a beautiful boy. Both exchanging a smile, Kurt was the first to speak." Come on." He stood up and pulled me with him. " I'll buy you a coffee."