Blaine gripped onto Mike's arm, sighing a little every time they accidentally bumped into someone. Mike was still murmuring a string of 'I'm sorry's which he really didn't need to be sorry for at this point. Blaine was just happy that he was still getting a ride home, even if it took a while longer. He was used to everything taking a little longer, but whatever. It was something Mike wanted to do, and Blaine was the one mooching rides off of him, so he had no right to say anything really.

                "I feel really bad, but Tina really wanted me to join and you know I like her..." he trailed off, sighing. "I wouldn't do this to you if it wasn't super important. Maybe you'll enjoy it, too, I mean I know you like music a lot," Mike continued, trying to convince himself that he wasn't abandoning his friend. Blaine shook his head and laughed a little.

                "Relax, it's perfectly fine. I'm just glad you're actually giving me a ride, Mike," he said, shrugging. Soon they were at the door and Mike was pulling him through. There was a buzz of chatter that went silent when the two walked in and Blaine felt incredibly awkward. Mike walked him through the room and they stopped in front of the teacher.

                "Tina might have told you I was interested in joining the club?" Mike said, and Blaine could hear the hopeful tone in his voice.

                "Sounds fantastic!" someone who Blaine assumed to be the teacher proclaimed. "Perfect. Are you auditioning, too?" he asked, and Blaine became aware that it was directed at him.

                He shook his head. "No, but Mike is my ride so is it okay if I sit in on it?" he asked, biting his lip nervously. He'd been in a club like this at his old school, but he'd been resigned to the back to avoid the whole inability to dance thing, but the Warblers had wanted his voice the minute they heard him, which he took to be a good thing.

                "That's fine!" the teacher said. "Mike, do you have anything to audition with?" he asked, forgetting Blaine as before.

                "I do. One minute," he said as he began walking off, pulling Blaine with him. Blaine stumbled but gripped his arm, following and realizing that Mike was helping him find a seat. He sat down and gave a wave in the direction he was pretty sure Mike was in. "Alright," he heard Mike say before hearing footsteps. He felt a hand on his arm.

                "You're Blaine, right?" a voice said. Blaine turned towards it. "It's nice to meet you. I'm Kurt Hummel," the voice said, and Blaine couldn't help but think that he had a beautiful voice. He could barely imagine what it must sound like when he was singing.

                Blaine smiled. "Yeah, Blaine Anderson," he said, shrugging a little. "Nice to meet you," he said before the music started up. Kurt's hand was still on his arm when Mike started singing and he eventually pulled back. "Whoa," Blaine mumbled, listening to the song of choice and smiling. He knew Mike could dance, too, though he'd never been able to witness it. He'd heard many good things, though, so he was glad that Mike would be able to show off a little.

                While Mike was going at it, Blaine heard Kurt mumble, "Wow, he's better than I expected." Blaine smiled and nodded a bit before realizing that Kurt had probably just been talking to himself and felt a blush creep across his cheeks. He tapped his toe in time with the music and smiled when Mike finished. He clapped with the rest of the crowd and heard the teacher/choir director/whoever compliment him and welcome him to the club, and then Mike was next to him and taking a seat. Blaine smiled and reached for Mike's arm.

                "Awesome job," he whispered, smiling before letting go.

                "Thanks, man," Mike said in response.

                The rest of the club time was fairly boring considering that Blaine couldn't see what was going on and it was revolved around a dance routine. From what he could hear, no one really seemed to mind his presence... which was what he was used to. being in the background for people to ignore until it was time for him to go.

                An hour later, Mike was tapping his hand and Blaine took his arm. "It was nice to meet you, Blaine," the voice Blaine recognized as Kurt said.

                "You too, Kurt," he replied, as he followed Mike out of the room.

                He heard someone running up behind them and paused. "Mike!" Tina called, and Blaine sighed a little to himself. "Hey, Mike... I was wondering if you'd maybe want to get something to drink?" she asked. Blaine heard the nervous quiver in her voice and sighed a bit once more before letting go of Mike's arm.

                "Sorry, Tina... I would, but I'm Blaine's ride home..." He felt like he was more in the way than usual and bit his lip.

                "I could take him home if you want, Mike," Kurt said. Blaine wondered where he'd come from and how he'd managed to sneak up on him like that. "I've got a GPS, so I'd just need his address," Kurt offered.

                Mike didn't answer for a few minutes. "Blaine?"

                "I'll go with Kurt. Have fun," he said, smiling a little before reaching out for Kurt. Luckily his arm was well within reach and Blaine just had to grab on. He was surprised at how muscular Kurt was. Albeit he was definitely less defined then Mike, he wasn't expecting that in the least.

                "Come on, Blaine," Kurt said cheerily, pulling him along.

                "See you tomorrow, Blaine!" Mike called after him. Blaine shook his head.

                "Yeah, I'll catch you in the morning!" Kurt led him to the school parking lot and over to his car, and Blaine stumbled along the way without the warnings for steps that Mike usually gave him. Kurt continued apologizing, but Blaine didn't mind. Again, he was just happy to have a ride home. When they finally got to the car, Kurt helped him in and Blaine listened for his door to close, Kurt's to open and close, the click of a seatbelt, and the key turning in the ignition before he said, "Thanks, Kurt. It means a lot," he said, smiling at him a little.

                "It's really no trouble," Kurt said, and Blaine imagined that he was smiling.

                "It still means a lot," Blaine said with a shrug. He heard a knob clicking and music started playing. Blaine grinned. "Wicked?"

                Kurt laughed. "Yeah. Sorry, I can change it."

                "No, no, I love Wicked," Blaine said quickly, smiling still before biting his lip and leaning against the car door.

                "Perfect! We'll get along great, then," Kurt said happily. Blaine grinned, nodding his agreement. It was kind of nice to have a friend that actually liked Broadway. Mike just sort of put up with it for Blaine's sake. That was one thing about his condition -- people were more willing to make a few sacrifices for him... So it was nice that Kurt actually enjoyed it. He smiled at the thought and sighed a little. "You okay?" Kurt asked, brushing a hand against Blaine's.

                Blaine blushed but nodded, biting his lip. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said, smiling a little. "Do you need my address?" he asked, turning towards him. It was to be polite more than anything.

                It was a second or two before Kurt said, "Yeah, please." Blaine figured he'd nodded. He rattled off the address and listened as Kurt punched it into the navigation system. "Thanks again for taking me home," Blaine said as they took off.

                Kurt was humming along with the music. "It's really fine. I don't mind in the least," he said cheerfully. Blaine liked Kurt -- he was a fairly upbeat person as far as Blaine could tell and he seemed pretty confident if he was going to just offer the blind kid a ride home. Blaine smiled and biting his lip again.

                "Do we have any classes together?" he asked curiously. It was hard for Blaine to determine who was in his classes.

                "Yeah, we do. Two, actually. French and Pre-Calc," he said, sounding a bit disgusted at the existence of the latter.

                "Ahh. I suck at French," Blaine said sadly, shaking his head.

                "Well, I suck at Pre-Calc," Kurt said, nudging him a bit. "But I'm good in French. My mother was from France... I can try to help you out if you'd like," he offered. Blaine smiled.

                "That would be amazing. And I can attempt to help you with Pre-Calc," he said, nodding.

                Kurt laughed a little as the car came to a stop. "We're here. Do you need any help?" he asked. Blaine could tell he was turned towards him, so he attempted to mirror the action.

                "...If you could unlock the door, that would be awesome," he said, biting his lip.

                "Say no more." He heard Kurt's door open and close before his own was open and Kurt was helping him out. Blaine slung his backpack over his shoulder and took Kurt's arm, letting him walk him to the door. "Whoa..." Kurt mumbled.

                "...It's a big house," Blaine said, sighing a little and handing the key to Kurt. Kurt took it and he heard the click of the door.

                "I'll say," he mumbled before letting go of Blaine's arm. "I'll talk to you in French tomorrow. Just let me know when you need help," he said, smiling. "Also you should audition for Glee club," he added.

                Blaine shrugged. "I can't exactly dance..."

                "Neither can Artie or Finn," Kurt said. Blaine imagined him shrugging.

                Blaine laughed a little. "I'll think about it, then."

                "Good," Kurt said, and Blaine heard him walking off to his car.