He kept his head down, trying to blend into the crowd as he stepped into the pew furthest back. His heart was absolutely racing, to the point that he could feel his dress shirt shake on his chest.

You can do this...

He glanced up to the front of the chapel, and there he was, gorgeous as ever; His tuxedo was obviously designer and his hair was immaculate – Blaine wouldn't have expected any less on either account. His step-brother stood beside him, chatting him up as they waited. He didn't look the slightest bit nervous... Shouldn't he be? It was his wedding day, after all. But then Blaine remembered – he didn't love her, he'd never love her. And that's why he was here.

You can do this...

Finally, the organ began to play. Everyone straightened themselves out and Blaine simply wrung his hands nervously.

You can do this...

Blaine looked up to the front of the chapel again as the wedding party began to walk up the aisle. There stood his beautiful angel, a giant grin plastered on his face, but Blaine could see right through it. It was fake. The whole day was a farce.

You can do this...

All the couples finished walking down the aisle and they began to play the bridal march. At that moment, a Latina woman quietly entered the chapel from the side. Her eyes found Blaine and she came to sit next to him. Both were silent, they didn't need to ask why the other was here – they just knew.

You can do this...

A beautiful woman began to walk down the aisle on her father's arm. Her blonde hair was up in a bun, ringlets falling at the sides and framing her face. Her dress was stunning; a beautiful and simplistic silk ivory halter gown that just barely touched the floor.

You can do this...

"She looks lovely," Blaine whispered to the woman beside him.

"As always," the Latina replied with a sigh, her eyes never leaving the bride-to-be. "Are you gonna do what I think you're gonna do?"

You can do this...

"Of course," he scoffed, like it was insulting of her to think otherwise. "I've been in love with him since we were eight years old."

She squeezed his hand, "You can do this," she assured him.

Blaine smiled slightly. "I know."

It was the first day of kindergarten, and Blaine was even more excited than when his parents decided to take him to Disney World for his birthday. His little five year old heart was filled with such pure and innocent joy, he could barely stand it. He couldn't wait to meet all the other kids he had never met before. Not the girls though, all the boys knew that they had cooties.

He woke up at six o'clock the morning of his first day and ran into his parent's room to wake them. Didn't they know it was time to get ready? For grown-ups, they sure acted pretty dumb sometimes. Blaine shook his mother's shoulder, hissing, "Mommy! Mommy, it's time for school!"

Leanne rolled over to face her son. "Honey, it's six in the morning. School doesn't start for another three hours."

"Mommy, what was that thing you told me about early worms?"

"Early birds, sweetheart, and I see what you're getting at." She stretched out a hand and curled her finger around a particularly unruly strand of hair, "Run along downstairs, I'll be right behind you."

Soon enough, Blaine was all ready for school. His lunch was packed (a Lunchable and a juice box), and his backpack was filled with all the tools a kindergartener needed: pencils, crayons, paper – the works. He was getting more and more excited by the second, his little legs swinging in his booster seat at the back of the car. He was very short for his age, a measly two-foot-ten.

"Mommy, are we there yet?" he asked for the seventh time.

"Yes, sweetie, we're here."

Blaine gasped with excitement, trying to unbuckle himself with haste. Leanne opened the car door and reached over to easily unbuckle her son. He gave her a wide grin as he hopped out of the car, his curly hair bouncing with the motion. Leanne took her son's hand, helping him cross the street and reach the school.

Once they'd gotten inside the school, a pretty, young woman with light brown hair and a kind smile approached them. "Hi there!" she said, very peppy-like, "Are you here for the kindergarten class?"

"Yes, we are," Leanne answered politely. She could feel her son practically jumping up and down beside her.

"Well, you've come to the right place! I'm Ms. Annie, and I'll be your teacher this year," Ms. Annie leaned down to Blaine. "And what would your name be, little guy?"

"Blaine Anderson!" he said, excitedly extending his hand for a handshake, just like his daddy had taught him.

"Wow, Blaine! Look at the manners on you, little guy!" she grinned, taking his hand. "I like you already! Run along inside, sweetheart." She gave him a small pat on the back and he excitedly ran in. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of him," Ms. Annie smiled warmly.

Just then, Blaine's little head peeked out from behind the door. "Is something wrong?" Ms. Annie asked.

"No," Blaine stretched, "I just forgot to say bye to my Mommy."

Blaine came bounding out the door, tackling his mother's legs and she could feel wet spots on his cheeks. She leaned down to her son, taking him in her arms. "Honey, what's wrong?" she asked, wiping away his tears.

"I'm scared, Mommy. What if nobody likes me? What if I can't make any friends?" Blaine whined.

"Blaine-y," Leanne cooed, "You have nothing to worry about. You're a sweet little boy and you're gonna make lots of friends," she smiled, knowing in her heart was she was saying was true.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Pinky-promise?"

"Pinky-promise," she grinned, extending her pinky.

Blaine smiled, gripping her pinky in his own much smaller one. He kissed his mother on the cheek. "Bye, Mommy! Love you!"

"Bye, sweetie. Have a great day."

But he was already out of earshot, running into the school to meet all his new friends his Mommy had promised him.