"Blainiac! Are you ready? Because I've got a super nutritional breakfast for you here and we've got to get our hot asses out the door in T minus ten if we want to make it to your new school in time for the tour."
Ed knocked the door a couple times before heading back to the kitchen, where he had made Blaine a breakfast wrap so he could have it in the bus on the way to school. He knew his brother needed a proper breakfast in order not to be starving later. For himself, he had a thermos filled with coffee and more sugar in it than he'd want to admit to. He had grown-up needs.
Blaine had finished gelling his hair perfectly flat before he washed his hands, adjusted his bowtie and checked himself out in the mirror. He was aware he had a unique style but he wasn't about to stop having it after one little incident. Or one big incident. Sure, he still had some fading bruises and he probably would give off the vibes that he was changing schools for a very incorrect reason but he knew his natural charm and friendly manner would help him through... right?
Coming down the stairs, he was humming to himself as he picked up the breakfast wrap and smiled at his brother. "Morning, sunshine!"
Ed took issue with the clothing, the hair and the bowtie, but it was what Blaine wanted and he was just happy that he no longer seemed entirely terrified of leaving the house. He handed him his wrap, holding out a bottle as well. "Water. You can't have coffee on your breath when we get to school, they'll judge me. It's a gateway drug."
He'd know, he had already taken actual drugs at Blaine's age. No need to get into that though. Ed headed for the door, holding it open for Blaine. "We've got to catch the bus. It's the earlier one, so there won't be that many people."
"I really could go alone, you know? But I appreciate it. It's good to have someone to take the tour with and all." Edward was, as of right now, his guardian. His mom too but she wouldn't come - it was too risky. As long as dad refused to see him, it was complicated. At least he had his brother with him. He did want him there but he didn't want to hide behind his big brother.
He wasn't afraid, he was going to meet this whole ordeal head on and push through it. He wasn't a coward, he wasn't scared - he was determined. "It's nice and all but if you're busy, I got this. It's just a bus."
Moving after Ed, took a bite of his wrap and wondered how bad a bus was that Edward kept bracing him for it. "Is it expensive? The bus, I mean."
"Nah. It's free for you, cause you're a student. It ain't much for me either. It's a bus, Blainiac. They smell and have weird people on them. Sometimes you have to sit next to them." Not a pleasant experience, though Ed couldn't quite imagine what it'd be like for Blaine, who had never been on a bus before. Not like this. "The kids at that school you're going to, they will be a lot more crass than you're used to, yeah? I mean, they are all the same amount of asshole, but these will use worse language. Just make sure to make friends quickly and you'll be fine. You are a charmer."
"I mean, it's not like the people at my last school are the sort of people I'm hoping for here." He did kind of wish he could have gone with Sebastian to his new school so they could stick together but he knew they were broke - he had to go where was close, cheap and would accept him in the middle of the school year. "It can't be all bad. I think it'll be fun, meeting new people and all. I could use a shake up."
Anything was better what how his last school had gone so it could only get better.
"It's not the worst. I always went to public schools and I... Well, I graduated." So there was that. He didn't know what else to say in praise of the public school system. He had survived it, at least. "The cheerleading team has been national champion for several years running, so there's that. The coach is off her rocker, but at least there's results."
Had to give her that. "Do you want to join a club?"
"Maybe if they have it, Glee again? Or theatre. I want to keep performing. I don't know if I'm really into sports, I can watch it but I can't play it." He would fully support his schools team but he didn't fancy being crushed under a bunch of strong guys running at the full force of a pissed off bull. "Cheerleading isn't terrible but I'll see what I get there and all. Cliques can be hard to break into and I know cheerleading is always like that."
That and he wasn't sure wearing a cheerleading outfit would be a good way to stay safe. And then, he realised how much he hated that thought and how it had appeared in his head. No, courage, he wasn't afraid this year. "Maybe if it's fun."
Blaine was good at school, he was smart and a good public speaker, he could make himself come across how he wanted where he wanted to. And it was always at it's best when he performed.
It was pretty weird though - usually auditions were in an auditorium but here, it was some small choir room that was confusing to find. He was a bit late and got some serious attitude from the pre-existing members but he didn't let it effect him. He set his satchel down and pulled the sheet music from his bag. The pianist took it confidently and he smiled awkwardly at the guy before facing the room.
"Hey, I'm new to the school. I'm Blaine Anderson and I'll be singing for you."
He could feel the shift once he started to sing 'Teenage Dreams'. At first, they were unsure, just unimpressed or even not interested but once he was into the song, he felt all eyes on him and it was always so fun. He knew he was a good performer, he knew he was charming and he knew how to get people to dance with him.
The girls were charmed, especially one of the girls with intense crazy eyes. As he finished, he turned to the adult in the room. "Well?"
"...all right, let's keep it non-blasphemous," Quinn interjected, while fanning herself, "Not half-bad, hot stuff."
Kurt stayed quiet, because his mouth was dry and the world had not yet started moving again. Teenage dream, yes. If he had had any doubt at all about his sexuality, it would have just been eradicated completely. He looked at Blaine and it was difficult to even really hear what anyone else was saying.
"We should do a duet together," Santana was suggesting, getting up and grabbing Blaine's arm to pull him along. "Wouldn't that be perfect for the next competition, Mr Schue? Not the same old boring stuff, let's throw some spice in there."
"Er..." As always, those girls were too much, too fast. Will cleared his throat and smiled at Blaine. "You're in, of course! You're a great performer, Blaine."
"Next he'll want to be quarterback," Sam muttered, feeling just a bit dejected.
"I'm down for whatever, guys. I don't want to intrude into the dynamic but I was in my old school's glee club and we did pretty well. Regionals last year." Blaine explained as he was just dragged along by Santana and didn't bother to resist, he just dropped down next to her with a bright smile.
"Right, well, we're on our way to regionals so noted but we're already working on something." Finn shut Blaine down, not super happy at how happy everyone seemed to be over this jerkface. He was too slick, it was off putting.
Rachel stood up and promptly stood in front of the glee club. "It's good to have someone with real star quality on the team and if anyone is to have a duet with Blaine, I would suggest myself. I think our voices would compliment each other beautifully."
Blaine, entirely unused to this sort of thing, just sort of awkwardly smiled and looked around the room, smiling at the guys nearby. Some were glaring. Some weren't.
"Of course you'd say that." Mercedes rolled her eyes and looked at Kurt for back up. "We just want to see something outside of the Finn and Rachel show."
Mike was smiling, even giving a little wave. Hey, seemed like an excellent singer, always good to have someone else to follow along. Besides, if he had prior experience, perhaps he could even dance too and they'd finally be able to do some more complex choreography.
Sam leaned closer to Finn out of solidarity, feeling threatened. He was already the backup Finn, he didn't want to be graded down any further.
Kurt glanced at Mercedes and nodded, scared that if he actually smiled at Blaine he might end up with a deranged grin the way Tina was wearing. How did he not crush on this absolute dreamboat. "Mercedes is right. You should sing with--" With me, he wanted to say. Sing with me, dance with me, kiss me.
But he lived in reality not in his rainbow dream, so he gestured to Mercedes. "--with Mercedes. She's got the strongest voice, it's high time she gets to do more than just belt out some notes."
Hey, if he couldn't have him, at least Rachel couldn't either.
"Settle down, yeah? We don't have to fight over solos or duets here, everyone gets their turn," Will assured them, especially sensing the way several of the girls were sizing each other up now.
"Woah, you girls have a lot of tension. I mean, I'll sing with all of you ... but I think it starts getting excessive at a certain point. I've just joined." Blaine laughed and then felt a hand on him and turned to see a blond girl in a cheerleading costume looking at him, seeming fascinated.
"Can you sing with cats?"
"Wha--"
"Okay, settle down guys. We've all been working on stuff and we should just stick with what we're practising." Finn reasoned out, looking at Blaine like his existence personally offended him. Finn stood up and Rachel swiftly stole his seat, pulling it close to Blaine with an intense look that made him want to move. "Mr Schue, me, Sam and Puck have been working on something for this weeks theme."
"We should work on a duet." Rachel insisted, despite Santana and Mercedes trying to elbow their way in. "I have ideas already."
"Cool?" Blaine offered as he shrugged and watched the two jocks set up their instruments. Huh. Jocks in glee club. That was fun.
"Stop scaring him, Berry," Quinn told Rachel, pulling on her chair to move her closer to herself and then wrap an arm around her for good measure, so that she couldn't chase the new boy off before everyone had had a go.
Kurt wished he could be that bold. As bold as any of the girls shamelessly throwing themselves at Blaine. Blaine Anderson. He liked that name. Mr and Mr Blaine Anderson.
Sounded nice in his head. And only there, because he wasn't entirely insane yet. "Ladies, let the boy breathe."
He rolled his eyes and gestured to the chair between him and Mike. "You can hide here, if you want. They bite."
"Do it, run for safety." Artie informed the new boy, who looked between the girls and then laughed, in that oh so charming way, getting up and climbing a step so he could drop down between Mike and Kurt.
Blaine turned to Kurt and smiled softly, mouthing 'thank you' to him.
The boys started playing some old dad rock and Blaine tapped his foot along as he watched them work the room. He really liked how diverse their voices were and that Sam guy was kind of a looker. He tilted his head to the side and checked out his ass before promptly looking away.
Kurt was watching Blaine because he couldn't not. He was sure that Mercedes had noticed by now - she had that look on her face - but he refused to engage with that. Not when he had his new crush to check out. He frowned when he saw him look at Sam. Look at Sam from behind. Surely not. Wishful thinking. Also potentially soul-crushing in a different way if the probably straight but potentially not straight guy ended up crushing on Sam of all people.
No one who was into Sam would also be into him, it was a statistical impossibility.
Blaine looked his way again as the song ended and he quickly turned to stare at nothing, no, better, at Finn, because that was safe and he could just pretend his face wasn't burning.
"Total sausage fest. Come on, let's change that up a bit," Santana suggested, getting up and pulling Brittany along. They started dancing and somehow the band already knew what song they were doing, all ready by the time Quinn joined in with her voice, sauntering over.
When did those girls even have time to do anything for cheerleading practice?
That sounds amazing. Finn doesn't watch anything I'd watch. Or vice versa.
I do movie nights with Mercedes sometimes. Sometimes Tina and even Brittany, the girls in the Glee club are all pretty great. Santana's bark is worse than her bite. I'm a bit wary with Quinn, but she's not bad either. I think.
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Ed knocked the door a couple times before heading back to the kitchen, where he had made Blaine a breakfast wrap so he could have it in the bus on the way to school. He knew his brother needed a proper breakfast in order not to be starving later. For himself, he had a thermos filled with coffee and more sugar in it than he'd want to admit to. He had grown-up needs.
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Blaine had finished gelling his hair perfectly flat before he washed his hands, adjusted his bowtie and checked himself out in the mirror. He was aware he had a unique style but he wasn't about to stop having it after one little incident. Or one big incident. Sure, he still had some fading bruises and he probably would give off the vibes that he was changing schools for a very incorrect reason but he knew his natural charm and friendly manner would help him through... right?
Coming down the stairs, he was humming to himself as he picked up the breakfast wrap and smiled at his brother. "Morning, sunshine!"
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He'd know, he had already taken actual drugs at Blaine's age. No need to get into that though. Ed headed for the door, holding it open for Blaine. "We've got to catch the bus. It's the earlier one, so there won't be that many people."
Gave Blaine some time to adjust.
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He wasn't afraid, he was going to meet this whole ordeal head on and push through it. He wasn't a coward, he wasn't scared - he was determined. "It's nice and all but if you're busy, I got this. It's just a bus."
Moving after Ed, took a bite of his wrap and wondered how bad a bus was that Edward kept bracing him for it. "Is it expensive? The bus, I mean."
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Anything was better what how his last school had gone so it could only get better.
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Had to give her that. "Do you want to join a club?"
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That and he wasn't sure wearing a cheerleading outfit would be a good way to stay safe. And then, he realised how much he hated that thought and how it had appeared in his head. No, courage, he wasn't afraid this year. "Maybe if it's fun."
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It was pretty weird though - usually auditions were in an auditorium but here, it was some small choir room that was confusing to find. He was a bit late and got some serious attitude from the pre-existing members but he didn't let it effect him. He set his satchel down and pulled the sheet music from his bag. The pianist took it confidently and he smiled awkwardly at the guy before facing the room.
"Hey, I'm new to the school. I'm Blaine Anderson and I'll be singing for you."
He could feel the shift once he started to sing 'Teenage Dreams'. At first, they were unsure, just unimpressed or even not interested but once he was into the song, he felt all eyes on him and it was always so fun. He knew he was a good performer, he knew he was charming and he knew how to get people to dance with him.
The girls were charmed, especially one of the girls with intense crazy eyes. As he finished, he turned to the adult in the room. "Well?"
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"...all right, let's keep it non-blasphemous," Quinn interjected, while fanning herself, "Not half-bad, hot stuff."
Kurt stayed quiet, because his mouth was dry and the world had not yet started moving again. Teenage dream, yes. If he had had any doubt at all about his sexuality, it would have just been eradicated completely. He looked at Blaine and it was difficult to even really hear what anyone else was saying.
"We should do a duet together," Santana was suggesting, getting up and grabbing Blaine's arm to pull him along. "Wouldn't that be perfect for the next competition, Mr Schue? Not the same old boring stuff, let's throw some spice in there."
"Er..." As always, those girls were too much, too fast. Will cleared his throat and smiled at Blaine. "You're in, of course! You're a great performer, Blaine."
"Next he'll want to be quarterback," Sam muttered, feeling just a bit dejected.
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"Right, well, we're on our way to regionals so noted but we're already working on something." Finn shut Blaine down, not super happy at how happy everyone seemed to be over this jerkface. He was too slick, it was off putting.
Rachel stood up and promptly stood in front of the glee club. "It's good to have someone with real star quality on the team and if anyone is to have a duet with Blaine, I would suggest myself. I think our voices would compliment each other beautifully."
Blaine, entirely unused to this sort of thing, just sort of awkwardly smiled and looked around the room, smiling at the guys nearby. Some were glaring. Some weren't.
"Of course you'd say that." Mercedes rolled her eyes and looked at Kurt for back up. "We just want to see something outside of the Finn and Rachel show."
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Sam leaned closer to Finn out of solidarity, feeling threatened. He was already the backup Finn, he didn't want to be graded down any further.
Kurt glanced at Mercedes and nodded, scared that if he actually smiled at Blaine he might end up with a deranged grin the way Tina was wearing. How did he not crush on this absolute dreamboat. "Mercedes is right. You should sing with--" With me, he wanted to say. Sing with me, dance with me, kiss me.
But he lived in reality not in his rainbow dream, so he gestured to Mercedes. "--with Mercedes. She's got the strongest voice, it's high time she gets to do more than just belt out some notes."
Hey, if he couldn't have him, at least Rachel couldn't either.
"Settle down, yeah? We don't have to fight over solos or duets here, everyone gets their turn," Will assured them, especially sensing the way several of the girls were sizing each other up now.
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"Can you sing with cats?"
"Wha--"
"Okay, settle down guys. We've all been working on stuff and we should just stick with what we're practising." Finn reasoned out, looking at Blaine like his existence personally offended him. Finn stood up and Rachel swiftly stole his seat, pulling it close to Blaine with an intense look that made him want to move. "Mr Schue, me, Sam and Puck have been working on something for this weeks theme."
"We should work on a duet." Rachel insisted, despite Santana and Mercedes trying to elbow their way in. "I have ideas already."
"Cool?" Blaine offered as he shrugged and watched the two jocks set up their instruments. Huh. Jocks in glee club. That was fun.
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Kurt wished he could be that bold. As bold as any of the girls shamelessly throwing themselves at Blaine. Blaine Anderson. He liked that name. Mr and Mr Blaine Anderson.
Sounded nice in his head. And only there, because he wasn't entirely insane yet. "Ladies, let the boy breathe."
He rolled his eyes and gestured to the chair between him and Mike. "You can hide here, if you want. They bite."
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Blaine turned to Kurt and smiled softly, mouthing 'thank you' to him.
The boys started playing some old dad rock and Blaine tapped his foot along as he watched them work the room. He really liked how diverse their voices were and that Sam guy was kind of a looker. He tilted his head to the side and checked out his ass before promptly looking away.
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No one who was into Sam would also be into him, it was a statistical impossibility.
Blaine looked his way again as the song ended and he quickly turned to stare at nothing, no, better, at Finn, because that was safe and he could just pretend his face wasn't burning.
"Total sausage fest. Come on, let's change that up a bit," Santana suggested, getting up and pulling Brittany along. They started dancing and somehow the band already knew what song they were doing, all ready by the time Quinn joined in with her voice, sauntering over.
When did those girls even have time to do anything for cheerleading practice?
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drafts: message to Blaine
I can't stop thinking about you
you seem like a dream come true
I never want to wash my hand again just because you touched it
you make me think that coming out really was worth it
do you want to date?
we are both gay, so...
I think I love you
I saw you from behind and I can't focus on anything any more
this is the dirtiest my mind has ever been
actual message to Blaine
this is Kurt Hummel
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I was wondering when I'd hear from you!
How are you?
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How are you after your first day?
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I'm just chilling with my bro and watching trash tv.
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Is your brother older or younger?
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I live with him and we have 'family tv night'. It's usually garbage so we can yell at the tv and eat popcorn :)
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I do movie nights with Mercedes sometimes. Sometimes Tina and even Brittany, the girls in the Glee club are all pretty great. Santana's bark is worse than her bite. I'm a bit wary with Quinn, but she's not bad either. I think.
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It's kinda funny though.
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