Hey! I wanted to write a giant review of the Glee series while still accomplishing a way I originally imagined Klaine getting together.

I do not own Glee or any of the songs used in this fic. They belong to their respective owners

"Comment vous appelez-vous ?(1)" "Ummm….me llamo es Blaine.(2)"

"Blaine, that's Spanish."

"Oh….really?"

Kurt scoffed at his bushy browed friend and rolled his eyes. "It's no wonder you're failing French…"

Blaine turned and met the other boy's glasz eyes, "At least I have the best tutor in the school to help me", he replied with a smirk, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Kurt shoved Blaine with his shoulders and laughed. "Youre chanceux vous êtes mignons.(3)"

Blaine's forehead furrowed. "What does that mean?"

Kurt giggled and winked, "I guess you'll have to learn French then."

"No fair!" Blaine whined, "You did that on purpose!"

Kurt reached over and grabbed Blaine's french notes, making a face when he saw the scrawl on the page, "Blaine! I can't make out a word of this. How can you read your handwriting?"

"I manage." Blaine stated with a grin, "Now give them back!" He reached out for his notes, but Kurt managed to pull away from Blaine, getting out of his chair and waving it in front of the brunette's face. Blaine jumped out of his chair and leaped at Kurt, who once again avoided capture, fleeing to the other side of the commons area they were studying in. Kurt ran around the couch, putting it in between him and Blaine, but Blaine had other ideas. Blaine ran towards the couch and jumped over it, landing directly beside Kurt.

As soon as Kurt realized what was happening, he started to move again, but Blaine was too fast and grabbed Kurt by the shoulders, spinning him around so they were face to face.

"Gotcha." He breathed.

Kurt froze, realizing immediately the small proximity between him and Blaine. He blushed a tomato red, as hazel eyes met blue. Blaine lifted his hand and lightly touched Kurt's cheek with the back of it, causing the younger boy to take a sharp inward breath. Kurt began to panic and pulled away, leaving a confused expression on Blaine's face. Gathering his stuff, Kurt managed to stutter out a simple sentence before sprinting out of the commons room as fast as possible.

"I-I have to go."

A few hours later, Blaine was walking through the halls before Warbler's practice when he heard what sounded like a female voice coming from the practice room. He snuck closer to the door and pressed his ear up next to it, hoping to get a part of the conversation.

"So White Boy, what's up? I'm missing my tots cuz of you so it better be good."

"I'm okay 'Cedes, but I just needed to vent."

"What did prep boy do this time? I swear if he hurt-"

"Mercedes! He didn't do anything! That's the problem. We had a moment and I chickened out."

"Oh, Kurt…"

"I'm so pathetic, there's a reason I can't find love. First with Finn and now with Blaine. Mercedes, what's wrong with me?"

Blaine perked up. Kurt was in there? And talking to Mercedes, about him.

"Boo, you love him"

"Yeah, I know."

Blaine's eyes widened. Kurt loved him? Him? There wasn't any way that Kurt could like him like that…..right?

"Kurt, why don't you do what you always do when you are sad?"

"Well I do have a new song I found online. I was gonna perform it for you anyways…."

"Go right on ahead boo, I'm listening."

Blaine listened closer to see if he could recognize the song. He listened to Kurt sing the first verse in a sad, wistful tone.

Before I fall too fast

Kiss me quick, but make it last

So I can see how badly this will hurt me

When you say goodbye

Keep it sweet, keep it slow

Let the future pass, and don't let go

But tonight I could fall too soon

Into this beautiful moonlight

Blaine felt horrible. Kurt was singing about him, more specifically, how afraid he was of rejection and getting left behind. Blaine listened some more.

But you're so hypnotizing

You've got me laughing while I sing, you've got me smiling in my sleep

And I can see this unraveling

Your love is where I'm falling, but please don't catch me

Blaine was confused. Kurt was affected so much by Blaine, but didn't want to be loved back? Blaine couldn't get his head around the idea.

See this heart won't settle down

Like a child running scared from a clown

I'm terrified of what you do

My stomach screams just when I look at you

Run far away so I can breathe

Even though you're far from suffocating me

I can't set my hopes too high

'Cause every hello ends with a goodbye

Blaine's heart dropped when he heard that verse. Kurt was afraid of loving him, and that's why he was so upset. It made Blaine just a little more depressed. How had he been so oblivious?

But you're so hypnotizing

You've got me laughing while I sing, you've got me smiling in my sleep

And I can see this unraveling

Your love is where I'm falling, but please don't catch me

So now you see why I'm scared

I can't open up my heart without a care

But here I go, it's what I feel

And for the first time in my life I know it's for real

Suddenly, the music picked up, taking on a rockish tone to it.

But you're so hypnotizing

You've got me laughing while I sing, you've got me smiling in my sleep

And I can see this unraveling

Your love is where I'm falling so please don't catch me

If this is love, please don't break me

I'm giving up so just catch me

Blaine let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding as the music stopped. He leaned against the door, his head reeling. What did this all mean?

Applause from inside the practice room pulled Blaine out of his thoughts.

"That was great. Not usually your style, but you pulled it off."

"Thank you. I feel a lot better now."

"Sorry to crash your party but I have to go. Glee starts in five. Are we still up for the plan?"

"Yeah, make sure everyone is ready in about fifteen minutes."

Blaine's interest was piqued. What was this 'plan'?

Unfortunately, he didn't have long to think about it because the footsteps of the other Warblers were rapidly approaching, indicating that rehearsal was about to begin. So Blaine opened up the doors of the practice room and sat down.

"Order! Order!" Wes shouted at the teenagers who were chattering away, to no avail. Lifting his gavel he slammed it onto the desk, bringing the boys to attention with a loud bang.

"I'd like to order this Warbler meeting in session." Wes announced, looking to David, who continued.

"Are there any orders of business we need to attend to before we begin rehearsal?" David asked, scanning the room.

Wanting rehearsal, which usually lasted upwards of 4 hours on occasion, to end quickly, the members of the Warblers were not eager to bring forth any new business. So when one hand was raised at David's question, many of them groaned in frustration.

"Yes, Warbler Kurt? You may have the floor."

Kurt stood up and made his way to the front of the room, taking his laptop with him. Once he had all eyes on him, he started to speak.

"As you all know, I am fairly new to this school" he began, "I have spent a few months watching the structure and talent of the Warblers and I have come to the conclusion that the Warbler's will be lucky to even place at Regionals this year."

Cries of outrage and confusion quickly rose up as the Warblers voices their dissent. Wes's cries of order and the banging of the gavel quickly brought that to an end, though.

"Thank you Wes." Kurt continued, "It is not that the Warblers are not in possession of talent. The truth is that with Sue Sylvester now coaching Aural Intensity, they will be a tough competitor. But New Directions is quickly moving away from an underdog status to a respected and accepted glee club, and that is what we need to worry about."

"You're just biased. Didn't you transfer from McKinley?" Thad, one of the counsel members asked.

"Yes, Thad, I am from McKinley originally, but that is beside the point." Kurt said pointedly, "There is one thing that New Directions has that we don't. Passionate emotion. Although the Warblers are very serious about the way songs are rehearsed, we can still let loose every once and a while. But when competition rolls around, all we can do is sway from side to side. New Directions puts their all into EVERY performance. They dance, sing, and perform as if it was the last time they could ever perform, which is always a possibility. Every week they have an assignment that tests their abilities as a singer and bonds them with the other members. They don't even pick competition songs until the week before . They are focused on individuality and make sure everyone gets the spotlight once in awhile, which seems to be unheard of here." At this Kurt sent a glare towards Blaine, who blushed and looked away.

"So I propose a plan to fix this dilemma. I have contacted my peers still at McKinley and they have graciously agreed to teach us how to relax."

"What if we don't think we need it?" Wes asked from the counsel table.

"I figured you'd say something like that" Kurt retorted. "So I decided to let them convince you."

He turned toward his laptop and clicked around a little bit. Soon the faces of New Directions came into view.

"Hey Mercedes, Rachel, everybody." Kurt greeted, "You guys have the floor."

The Warblers gathered around the small laptop to hear what the other glee club had to say.

Rachel spoke first. "I see your club has finally decided to seek out our expertise. Although we are upset you took one of our most talented members from us, there are still plenty of us left, and we are willing to teach you what we know."

"And how do you propose we do this?" David asked skeptically.

"We have that already figured out." Mercedes interjected, "We ask that your glee club meet us in the McKinley High Auditorium at 8 am on Saturday for a jam session. We will teach you what we know, and then you can teach us some things."

"Isn't that against the rules of the competition?" Jeff, one of the junior Warblers asked.

"On the contrary, as long as we are not releasing what songs we plan on performing at competition, we can collaborate and mingle all we like" Rachel responded, "So are we going to do this or what?"

Kurt looked towards the counsel, who conversed amongst themselves for a few seconds, then nodded at Kurt. "Yes, we are." Kurt told Rachel.

"Great! See you then!" Rachel said before logging out.

Attention was then turned towards the counsel. Wes raised his gavel, "Alright. Warblers are to meet at McKinley High Auditorium on Saturday at 8am sharp." He banged his gavel on the table, making official. "Moving on…"

So that is the first chapter!

(1)- What is your name? (French)

(2)-My name is Blaine (Spanish)

(3)- You're lucky you're cute (French)

Sorry if the translations are inaccurate, I took Latin and Spanish so I have no idea about the French.

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