"Blaine sweetie you sit out here I have to talk to the principal and sign some papers." Blaine's mother walked into the main off and he took a seat outside. Blaine looked around he spotted a few cheerleader checking him out, he was puzzled as to why they were looking at him. He suddenly heard a faint beat coming from the end of the hallway he saw a blond and a brunette cheerleader run into the room the music was coming from.

Blaine gradually sat up and walked over to the door and peeked inside from the cracked door, it turned out to be a gymnasium. There were cheerleaders spaced out perfectly and they started to move their hips to the familiar guitar riff. All of a sudden a voice echoed throughout the room.

Mm ba ba de
Um bum ba de
Um bu bu bum da de

Suddenly a male cheerleader jumped to the center of the gym.

Pressure pushing down on me
Pressing down on you no man ask for
Under pressure - that burns a building down
Splits a family in two
Puts people on streets

The girl cheerleaders were doing all kinds of flips and twists behind him while he shook his hips.

Um ba ba be
Um ba ba be
De day da
Ee day da

It's the terror of knowing
What the world is about
Watching some good friends
Screaming 'Let me out'
Pray tomorrow - gets me higher
Pressure on people - people on streets

The boy's voice stopped and over throw by and angry screech.

"Brittney what did I tell you about the splits? Lower Brittney! Lower! You do splits like a five year old! And Porcelain a little more force when you sing I want you to pierce the judge's ears!"

Blaine looked over and saw a woman with a mega phone, obviously she was the coach. She continued to scream and Blaine slowly backed out of the way and heard an 'umph'. He turned around to finds a girl on the floor with multiple makeup brushes falling from her back pack.

"Let me guess you the new kid." She sighed as she sat up and rubbed the back of her head.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I knocked you down I didn't know you were there."

"No problem you just better pray you didn't break any of my cosmetics."

"Sorry here," He got down on his knees and started to help her recollect her things.

"I'm Blaine, Blaine Anderson." He said as he handed her multiple blush brushes.

"I'm Isabelle Harrison makeup extraordinaire." She presented her hand.

Blaine shook it with a confused look on his face and then realized there was a tan powder spread on his palm. Isabelle noticed and pulled off her backpack quickly.

"I must have broken my compact when I fell, here." She pulled out a moist pad and wiped his hand clean.

"So where do you hail from?" she asked as she wiped her own hand off.

"Florida my parents got divorced and I have some relatives in Westerville. Mom thought it would be nice to live here."

"Interesting, I've been in Ohio since I was born, hold up what's your new address?" Blaine didn't know whether or no he should tell her that. Oh what the hell what could she possibly do?

"I don't know it exactly but I know I'll be living on Grant Street." Blaine saw a smile grow on Samantha's face.

"Well seems like we're neighbors, I saw a moving truck pulling into the house next to me." She said giddily.

"Wow." Was all Blaine could manage to say, he took a moment to examine Samantha.

Round young face, around 5'3, weighed at least two hundred pounds, looked about fifteen, she had one side of her head buzzed and the other covered with tousled curls. She was dressed nicely in a black and white striped shirt, black skinny jeans, and plain converse. Red lipstick covered her lips to match her nails and eyes had silver eye shadow along with a thick line of eyeliner with a cat wing. She seemed like a nice person, different, but nice.

"When do you start classes?" she asked while she zipped up her backpack.

"Oh I start tomorrow."

"Cool want to hang out after school today? I can't tell you tons of stuff about everyone here."

"Uhm sure I'll just come over at 4?"

"Sure why not." She shrugged.

"Cool." Blaine smiled.

"Cool, see you later Blaine." She waved off and walked the other direction.

Well at least he made a friend.

"Blaine what are you doing down here I told you to stay by the office." Blaine heard his mothers frustrated voice from the other end of the hall.

"Oh sorry mom I'm coming."

"Who was that ghastly girl you were talking to in the hallway?" Blaine's mother asked.

"Her name is Isabelle; turns out she's our neighbor. And she not ghastly she's actually very nice."

"Blaine a girl like that is trouble."

"You haven't even met her."

"Blaine did you see how much makeup she was wearing and her hair!"

"She's unique mom there's nothing wrong with that."

"Whatever you say Blaine just be careful." That was her last statement before pulling up to his new home.

There were boxes on the front porch, since they didn't have a lot of stuff in the first place they didn't have to have help from movers. The house was decently sized two floors, two bedrooms, one bathroom, and a basement. The outside was a navy blue with gray shutters and a white door. Blaine peered over to the house next to his, the house was a deep red the porch was white along with the outlining of the windows. Yup, that definitely looked like a place Isabelle would live. He picked up three boxes from the porch and walked inside; he headed straight upstairs and picked the room farthest down the hall.

The room was painted white and it had wood floors, it was perfect for Blaine.

Blaine hung up all of his clothes and set up three shelves on the wall for his books. He laid his sleeping bag on the floor, it would be a day or two until all of the furniture arrived. He looked down at his wrist watch and realized it was three fifty six, he sprung up from the floor and walked down stairs.

"Mom I'm going to hang out with Isabelle I'll be back later." He shouted to his mom in the kitchen.

"Remember what I said Blaine!" was all she yelled back, he rolled his eyes and walked out of the house.

He slowly walked up Isabelle's porch steps and knocked on the door. The door was opened by a little girl who looked similar to Isabelle.

"Who are you?" she asked

"My names Blaine, I'm here to talk to Isabelle."

"Isabelle there's a cute boy at the door!" the little girl yelled the stairs.

"Let him inside Irene! I'll be down in a second Blaine!" He hears Isabelle's muffled voice yell.

He stepped inside slowly as the little girl picked up a cat and started humming to it. Suddenly Isabelle appeared at the top of the stairs, "Hey Blaine follow me." She gestured up the stairs with a smile. Blaine noticed she looked different; she had no eye makeup on or concealer just lipstick. Blaine followed her upstairs, her house was basically built the same his was built. He followed her into the room farthest down the hall.

"Welcome to my room." She said as she opened the door, the room was mint green, the walls covered in multiple magazine pages and posters. She had a black vanity with tons of makeup bags on top and large book shelf filled with movies and books.

"Have a seat." She gestured to her bed as she sat down at her vanity.

"So Blaine what do you want to know about Mckinley?" she asked as she pulled out multiple eye shadow pallets and dapping her finger in each compartment.

"I don't know where to start." He mumbled.

"Well how about with the cheerios you watching them practice when I ran into you." She stated as she swiped the pads of her finger covered with eye shadow across her forearm.

"Basically the cheerios control the school because they win compactions constantly. Most of the squad are horrid bitches except for Mercedes, Brittany and well Kurt's kina a bitch when he chooses to be."

"Kurt as in the male cheerleader?" Blaine asked

"Yup not only is he the only male cheerleader to lead the cheerios to victory he is an amazing singer, dancer, and dresser." She simply said as she cleaned off her finger tips.

"Interesting." Blaine hummed.

"He actually lives two streets down from here, sometimes he'll pass by on his weekend jog." She sat up and walked over to the book shelf pulling out a yearbook.

"Is Kurt, is he-"

"Yes he's gay, one hundred percent flaming gay." She said blandly and sat herself down next to him on the bed. She flipped through a few pages and stopped and pointed to a picture,

"This is Kurt before Sue discovered him; he was only in glee club until Sue saw him sing. Then she snatched him away and he became king er.. queen of the school." She giggled

In the picture Kurt was shorter and his outfit was very out there, he looked so you and innocent different then the hunk of pure sex Blaine saw in the gymnasium.

"Blaine I have to ask you something and you can't get mad at me…"

"Um okay shoot."

"Are you gay?" The question shot out of her mouth and hit him like a brick. Yes Blaine was gay but he never told anyone or said it out loud not even to himself. He took a deep breath and held back a sob

"Yes." As soon as he spoke tears escaped his eyes.

"Oh Blaine don't cry please? I don't have anything against gays." Isabelle tried to comfort him

"I'm okay it just that….I've never…told anyone." He fought through his sobs to speak.

"Oh Blaine it feels good doesn't it? Like a weight was lifted off your shoulders?"

"Y-yeah."

"I understand." Blaine looked up at her in confusion.

"Are y-you.."

"Yes Blaine penises are gross." She laughed and he laughed too.

Blaine talked with Isabelle for hours about movies and books; it was nice to have someone to talk to.

"Blaine what do you want to do when you graduate?" she asked

"Well I'm not sure but I know I want to work in the music industry. What about you?"

"Make up artist." She said simply

"Hence the dozens of makeup bags and brushes." He giggled

"Yeah I'm just doing freelance work right now but hey I make quick money here and there." She shrugged.

"Cool well I better get going or my mom's going to be super pissed."

"That okay, hey you want a ride to school tomorrow?"

"Sure." He smiled at her.

"I'm glad I told you Isabelle and I'm glad were friends." He said as he walked down the stairs. Before he walked out the door she pulled him into a hug.

"Ditto."