“Move, hobbit!” – Blaine shouted to a sophomore boy who just got in his way. He smiled at himself. Being both the popular and badboy guy at high school was really his thing. Maybe the leather jacket wasn’t that comfortable, wearing hair gel and carrying attitude everywhere was kind of tiring, keeping a cigarette in his ear when he didn’t even smoke was disturbing and well, driving a motorcycle…no, okay, that he had to admit it was cool. And hot. Also dating the prettiest, hottest, most popular girl at school was nice. He didn’t really liked her because Rachel was annoying as hell most of the time and insisted on being a virgin till marriage, but to be honest, she was the only one who listened to him. All the “friends” Blaine had were just scared of him so they were like puppies that always followed him around even if they didn’t like him.

But Blaine Anderson was used to this. It was his life. And it wasn’t that bad.

Blaine reached his locker and opened it with a quick move. He had French the next hour and there’s nothing he enjoyed more than spending an entire class sitting next to lady Hummel. That was irony, of course.

They never really talked except that time Kurt forgot his book at home and they had to share Blaine’s. Blaine had nothing against him because he never got to really meet him, but he also had no interest in meeting him. Blaine had the cheerios, football players and well, the entire school, eating out from the palm of his hand while Kurt had the Glee Club.

Although they didn’t know each other well, Blaine did know some things about the guy. Kurt was the only openly gay kid, he was bullied by Karofsky and he almost transferred to that posh school called Dalton Academy, his hair grew higher everyday and it seemed he was trying to reach the sky (which he probably would if he kept growing it), he wore the tightest jeans Blaine had ever seen, he lived with his father because his mother died when he was 8 and oh well, also the boy can sing.

Blaine first listened him sing the day before the Glee Club had sectionals. Blaine had had that day football practice and had taken his time showering and relaxing as always. When he was finally done, no one was left at school. Or so he thought.

He heard an angelical voice across the hallways. He had never heard someone with such a beautiful voice so he followed the voice.

Kurt was alone in the choir room, rehearsing for the next day, Blaine guessed. He was singing a Patti LuPone song. Blaine could tell that. Maybe he was straight and a badass, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t like music or Broadway shows. But he liked keeping that to himself.

“Blaine Anderson, your turn now. Read paragraph number 2.”

Blaine blinked quickly and shook his head, waking up from his thoughts. Damn, Ms. Lourdes would never stop to catch him being distracted. He was lost. He didn’t even know which text they were reading.

Kurt, who was sitting next to him, hit him with his elbow, trying to get Blaine’s attention. Blaine saw that Kurt’s fingers were pointing in his book what paragraph he had to read. Blaine breathed thankfully and began reading. Did Kurt Hummel just help him? Yes, it seemed like it and it was kind of weird because this was probably their second interaction since they had been sitting together in French classes.

Blaine was a dick to everyone, but now that he thought about it, he had never insulted Kurt or called him out for getting in his way in the hallways. Blaine guessed he just pitied the guy. 

The bell finally rang. Blaine had wanted to tell him that he didn’t need any help, but the boy was suddenly gone.

Blaine had chemistry the following hour, but he didn’t feel like going. Also, it was an excuse to avoid Rachel since they were partners. He took the iPod out of his pocket, turned the music on and made his way to the empty auditorium. There’s nothing he liked more than skipping class to sing alone. He did this a few times each month just to get away from everything for a while.

He put his bag in the stairs that lead to the stage and stood up there, in the middle of the stage, earphones on and smiling. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly. Nothing else filled him with that much joy than singing in empty places where no one could hear him.

He pressed play and let the music flow. He knew the words to the song by heart so he didn’t doubt a second when the lead singer began singing and so did he.

Now there you are;
Yes, there's that face,
That face that somehow I trust.
It may embarrass you to hear me say it,
But say it I must, say it I must: 
You have the cool, clear
Eyes of a seeker of wisdom and truth;
Yet there's that upturned chin
And that grin of impetuous youth.
Oh, I believe in you.
I believe in you. 

Blaine opened his eyes and imagined a crowded auditorium as he made it to the next part of the song. Everyone was giving him a standing ovation even when he hadn’t ended the song. People seemed to be enjoying it as much as Blaine was. He smiled and kept that smile through the rest of the song.

When he finally reached the last note, breathing heavily, he was standing alone again, in the middle of the stage.

No one had listened to him. No one had given him a standing ovation. No one really enjoyed seeing him sing.

In fact, no one ever had seen him sing.

Blaine looked away sadly and picked up his bag.

Maybe singing was something he liked to keep to himself, but deeply inside him, he wanted to be heard. But for now, he was going to remain silent.

He couldn’t even imagine what his parents would say about this. They wanted him to be a famous football player or a well-known doctor. He wasn’t really sure what would they say if they found out he wanted to be the lead singer in a group with screaming and crazy girls following him everyday and everywhere begging him to marry them or the main character in a Broadway show or maybe just a man singing with his guitar in the streets of New York. He had all those dreams and knew that no one ever would care about them. Except himself.

Well, this morning has been productive he thought to himself.

He walked down the hallways with a huge grin drawn in his face and humming another song from that Broadway show. He picked the books for the next class.

Singing put him in such a great mood. He sometimes felt he could change the world. That he could make a difference, but then…

“Blaine!!” Rachel shouted from the other side of the hallways. He could hear her coming towards him. By the sound of her heels, he could tell she was 15 feet away from him.

Aaaaaaand there goes my day.

Blaine rolled his eyes and pressed his head against his locker. He finally faced her with a fake smile.

“Hey Rach-” she suddenly was on him, pressing a wet kiss to his lips. Blaine didn’t have time to react so she leaded the kiss.

“Where were you? Why didn’t you go to chemistry?” she asked him once he had ended up the kiss. She was wearing a really short skirt that showed more skin than it should and a tank top that adjusted to her breasts and suddenly Blaine was no longer listening to her. “Blaine, are you listening to me?”

“Mmm yes” Blaine said not sounding really convincing.

“So what did I just say?” she replied in a bitchy mode.

“That we should skip next class and do it in the bathrooms since your boobs are provoking me?” he asked looking at her with hungry eyes and raising an eyebrow. She blushed.

“What? No, Blaine, I…” she stammered and leaned closer to him. “…you know, I’m saving that moment for when we get married.”

“But you still want people to believe you’re not a virgin.” Blaine murmured.

“Yes.” she looked around, making sure no one was listening to them.

“If I’m being perfectly honest, I don’t get it, Rachel.” He crossed his arms over his chest.

“Well you don’t have to understand anything,” she breathed deeply and continued talking “just pretend we have amazing sex and tell people I’m great in bed and I’ll do the same with you.”

“Maybe we could have amazing sex and tell people I’m great and bed and you too.” Blaine proposed.

“Not yet, Anderson.” she kissed his lips goodbye and walked to her next class, moving her hips more than what it was necessary, but getting what she wanted: all eyes were on her.

Blaine pressed his back against his locker. He had been dealing with sexual frustration for a year now and yes, masturbating was always great, but he was sure someone doing it for him was even better.  

The hallways were empty now and he found himself there, being late for class and with a hard on.  

He walked to the next class with his books hiding his boner. He was just a few feet away from the class when someone bumped into him, making him almost fall.

Papers were flying everywhere and Blaine couldn’t really tell who was the person standing in the floor in front of him, trying to collect all the papers again.

“You’re not going to say you’re sorry, you idiot?!” Blaine almost shouted. People don’t touch Blaine Anderson and act like nothing happened.

The papers stopped flying around and Blaine could finally see who collided with him.

Ice blue eyes looking directly at him from the ground were he was sitting, perfectly coiffed hair, extremely tight mustard jeans and tight t-shirt as well and was that a hippo brooch?  

“I said tell you’re sorry or you can’t hear me now, Hummel?” Blaine repeated in a bitchy voice, keeping an eyebrow raised.

“Well I do can hear you, Anderson, but you filthy cheap leather jacket was distracting me, I’m sorry. Both for your jacket and for bumping into you” Kurt got up with all the papers in his hands back again and walked past Blaine, who was standing mouth open. Once Blaine had finally come out with a witty reply to his, Kurt was no where to be found. He was gone. Blaine kept a finger up in the air in front of him like if someone had just cut off something he was about to say.

No one messes with Blaine Anderson. Who does this gay think he is? The queen of this school? Well he’s not! I am. Okay no, maybe not the queen, but the king, yes.

Blaine entered the class 15 minutes late. Rachel patted a vacant chair next to her, but he decided to sit next to Puckerman today. He was not in the mood of dealing with her stupid comments to everything the teacher said today. She opened her mouth, surprised and turned to face the teacher with a hair flip that left the classmate behind her smelling her perfume.

Blaine laughed softly. He had to admit he enjoyed when Rachel was mad at him and tried to get his attention during class sucking sexily a pencil or bitting and wetting her lips. The guy behind her was salivating and Blaine couldn’t be more amused.

Well maybe today isn’t going to be that bad.

Breath deep and count to 10, Kurt Hummel. This is your moment. You know what you have to do. You have been dreaming with this for years. Don’t let that stupid Anderson screw this.

He looked around, making sure that Blaine guy hadn’t followed him after he ran away from him.

He had thought for a minute he would follow him and beat the crap out of him, but being completely honest, Blaine wasn’t like Karofsky.

Yes, Blaine was a dick, but at least he didn’t hit people.

Kurt stood up in front of a locker and slided a piece of paper inside it. That was it. It was done. He couldn’t take it back now.

In a few minutes, when the classes were over, Finn would open his locker and find a mobile number written in a paper. Knowing Finn, he will probably text or call.

Kurt was hoping for a text because he wouldn’t pick the call. He had taken a huge step, but he wasn’t going to throw himself to the sharks. He didn’t know if Finn was gay, but he knew he had dated Quinn a while back, but man, sexuality can change.

Finn didn’t really talk to him, but Kurt had always loved him. They had been in the Glee Club together since freshman year and he had laid eyes on him since he entered the room. Sometimes back in the day, Finn would ask Kurt advice for what to wear to a Fabray’s dinner or what to buy her for their monthiversary, but that was the furthest their conversations have gone. But Kurt was a hopelessly romantic and was hopelessly in love with Finn.

Or so he thought.

What

Is

This?

Blaine said to himself while holding astonished a piece of paper with a number written on it and a smiley face next to it that had fallen when he had opened his locker.

Is this some kind of joke or..?

He looked around him, trying to find someone laughing at him or maybe just looking. But in fact, everyone avoided him. No one would ever want to be next to him. They were all just scared of him.

Rachel Berry is an exception.

But Blaine liked people being scared of him because they all respected him that way.

Anyway, if someone was trying to embarrass him or make him a prank, they were so wrong.

Blaine picked up his mobile and saved the number in his agenda. He was going to have a little fun, he had decided. He texted first.

“Hey”

This is going to be interesting.