Summary: AU Blaine transfers over to McKinley shortly after Kurt throws the Defying Gravity song.

Timeline changed, the song being thrown during Kurt's junior year. Kurt doesn't go to Dalton to spy and Blaine transfers to McKinley right after Sam does. Instead of doing the Rocky Horror Picture show, the Glee Club does Wicked and most likely all of season two won't be covered in this.

I am not concentrating on every Glee club character. That would be a little too hard for this story. I wrote this because I am furious that no one ever acknowledged Kurt threw the note.

Notes: This is not a badboy!Blaine story. Despite the leather jacket. There is a reason Blaine's wearing leather jackets and not bowties.

The regular text is present day Klaine and the italics are when they are back in high school.

Chapter 1: No One Mourns the Wicked

"Good luck," Blaine grinned, kissing Kurt. "Break a leg-"

"Blaine, as sweet as this is, there is such a thing as too much luck," Kurt smiled. "I'll be home a few hours, okay?"

"Call me as soon as you know how the audition went!" Blaine called as Kurt closed the door. Kurt rolled his eyes but smiled fondly, walking out of their shared apartment and into the streets of New York City. At twenty-three, Kurt wasn't the most successful actor and at twenty-two, Blaine wasn't the most successful musician. They both worked other full time jobs, well; two part time jobs in Kurt's case and in Blaine's, a paid intern job.

Kurt grinned when he found one Ms. Rachel Berry standing outside his apartment building, waiting with a cup of coffee and a grin.

"Now Kurt, I've been going over the whole play and you should-" Rachel chattered on and it was hard for Kurt to believe things weren't always like this, that it wasn't just yesterday he was hanging up on her.

"Are people born wicked? Or do they have wickedness thrust upon them? After all, she had
a father. She had a mother, as so many do,"

"Fag!"

Kurt was pretty sure he'd hit rock bottom but obviously the universe didn't think so, because he was being shoved into a locker for the umpteenth time this week. If he'd hit rock bottom, things could have only been getting better. But apparently, he hadn't quite hit that place yet.

The Glee club had finally decided to pay tribute to Wicked and Kurt had had the chance to play Elphaba. His junior year- it would have been perfect for his NYADA application, if not a bit strange for him to be playing the female lead. Mr. Schuester had decided to turn it into a full on production. And Kurt had thrown the note, the high F that he could hit, his only regret being he wouldn't be playing Elphaba.

But he couldn't do that to his dad. He couldn't have more phone hateful phone calls coming his dad's way because he wanted to sing a girl's song, to have a girl's part.

"Are you okay?" a voice Kurt didn't recognize asked. Well, that was new, someone asking how he was.

Maybe he really had hit rock bottom.

"Fine, thanks for asking," Kurt breathed out, closing his eyes and breathing.

"I can take you to the nurse- or get a teacher-"

"No, no it's fine," Kurt said, finally opening his eyes, flinching as the boy touched his arm to help him up. "I'm… sorry we have to meet like this. I'm usually a lot more grateful. I haven't seen you around. Are you new here?"

"Blaine," Blaine said, shaking Kurt's hand. "I just transferred here."

"Ah, yes, Blaine Anderson from Dalton Academy," Kurt said. "News travels fast around here. I'm not a stalker or anything, I promise."

"Wow. Is there anything you don't know about me?" Blaine asked teasingly.

"Quite a number of things actually. None of which including you have… adequate fashion taste," Kurt said smoothly, surveying the boy with his gelled back hair, leather jacket, white t-shirt, and bordering tight jeans.

"Adequate?" Blaine asked. "And what would you know about fashion?"

"Leather jackets? So fifties," Kurt said.

"Leather jackets are timeless," Blaine countered. "Is that all you know about me?"

"Besides the rumors?" Kurt smiled.

"Is this the part where you tell me you don't listen to rumors?" Blaine asked.

"On the contrary, I thrive off of them," Kurt said. "But I also like to get my sources straight from the source. So Mr. Anderson, why did you transfer from the prestigious Dalton Academy to come to well… here? If you don't mind me asking." Blaine grinned bashfully and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well, you certainly know how to get straight to the point, don't you?" Blaine asked. "I, uh-"

"Oh, I'm intruding. Sorry," Kurt smiled. "Alright, let's get less intrusive. Can I show you to your class?"

"Yeah, that'd be great. Thanks," Blaine said. "So, uh, where's the Glee club around here?" Kurt stopped.

"You're interested in Glee club?" Kurt asked, clapping his hands. "This is perfect! Oh, sorry, you're confused. I'm in Glee club."

"Yeah, me too! Well, at my old school, I was. Are you any good?" Blaine asked.

"Uh, Blaine, there's something I need to tell you," Kurt said. "Don't take this the wrong way, but… Glee club is not cool, and not exactly the way to fit in here."

"What do you mean?" Blaine asked, brow furrowing as they stopped in front of his class.

"Well, you saw what happened in the hall," Kurt said. "I have to get to class."

"Are you any good?" Blaine shouted after him. Kurt paused and turned around.

"I guess you'll have to show up to find out," Kurt shrugged.

Kurt sat in his chair in Glee club, examining his nails as Mr. Schuester was in another one of his "Rachel and Finn singing lead" moments. Rachel as Elphaba and Finn as Fiyero. With Finn playing Fiyero, Kurt could find the upside of not playing Elphaba. He wouldn't have to pretend to be in love with his step brother… Even though he was like… two years ago. Kurt wrinkled his nose, wondering just how he had fallen for Finn.

"Uh, hi, is this Glee club?" Kurt perked up and his eyes widened.

"Blaine, you came," the words escaping his mouth before he could censor them. He tried to ignore the look of disbelief that Santana was giving him, for no doubt, having talked to the gorgeous boy before she had had the chance.

"Sorry I'm late. I wasn't sure where the club was," Blaine said. "And the people I asked didn't know either until I found the guidance counselor…"

"That's alright, Blaine. Uh, why were you looking for the club?" Mr. Schue asked.

"I wanted to join," Blaine grinned. "Uh, should I audition?"

"No- I mean, show us what you got, Blaine," Mr. Schuester said. Blaine grinned and walked confidently, throwing a wink at Kurt as he talked with Finn and the jazz band about what he wanted the beat to be like.

"It's not unusual to be loved by anyone. It's not unusual to have fun with anyone," Blaine sang.But when I see you hanging about with anyone, it's not unusual to see me cry, I wanna die." Kurt's eyes widened and the glee club cheered as the teenager danced around the room. He ignored Rachel's eyes narrowing in either jealousy or assessing the new competition for solos as Blaine danced with Santana.

Kurt's breath caught as Blaine sang and danced around. He was surprised as Blaine twirled Santana and Brittany into each other and held out his hand to Kurt.

"No matter what you say, you'll find it happens all the time. Love will never do what you want it to
Why can't this crazy love be mine?" Blaine sang, dancing with the countertenor before taking Mercedes for a spin.

"It's not unusual to be mad with anyone," he danced around Quinn. "It's not unusual to be sad with anyone. But if I ever find that you've changed at any time. It's not unusual to find that I'm in love with you Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-oh. Whoa-whoa!"

The Glee room burst into applause and Blaine collapsed into the open seat next to Kurt, breathing a little heavily.

"So how was that?" Blaine asked.

"Blaine- Blaine, that was amazing!" Kurt managed to say before Rachel pulled him into a conversation with her. Kurt smiled with a sigh before he got pulled into a conversation with Mercedes.

"Let's welcome the new member of New Directions!" Mr. Schue clapped. "And darn, looks like we're done for the day… Don't forget guys, we're focusing on Wicked next time!"

"Hey, I didn't get to hear you sing," Blaine said, walking with Kurt out of the choir room.

"With a voice like yours, I'm sure my voice wasn't the reason you stopped by," Kurt said.

"You flatter me," Blaine said. "Hey, do you think you could help me with my French homework sometime? It's my worst subject. The teacher said I should find you since she saw me talking to you outside of class and-"

"Blaine, you're rambling," Kurt smiled. "When's it due?"

"Next week," Blaine said.

"Alright, I can't help you today but…" Kurt took the phone from Blaine's extended hand. "…call me and we'll see when."

"Thanks, Kurt. You're a lifesaver," Blaine said.

"Kurt, come on!" Finn shouted.

"I have to go. My step brother," Kurt explained.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow, Kurt," Blaine said. "Hey- let me know if that guy gives you anymore problems, okay?"

"O-okay," Kurt said, surprised. 'Not likely,' he said in his head as he rushed to Finn's side.

It was after Blaine's second glee rehearsal that he and Kurt managed to get together for a study session. After explaining to his dad and Carole that Blaine was there to be tutored by Kurt and not to hang out with Finn, Blaine's head was buried in a French book that he was supposed to be learning from. Kurt smiled sympathetically and recited more French. Blaine turned his head to face Kurt, giving Kurt a puppy dog look.

"Can we take a break?" Blaine groaned.

"We've been at it for ten minutes," Kurt said amused.

"That long?" Blaine said.

"Come on, ten more minutes and we'll take a break, alright?" Kurt said, heart skipping a beat as Blaine met his smile with one of his own.

"Fine," Blaine said.

And Blaine knew exactly when it had been ten minutes. "Okay, ten minutes!"

"You have the attention span of a puppy," Kurt laughed.

"So I've been told," Blaine said. "How did you get to be so good at French? You're like, practically fluent Kurt."

"It's a beautiful language," Kurt said and then after a pause. "And I get to insult Neanderthals and they have no idea what I'm saying." Blaine laughed, leaning back on the couch but then the smile dropped and his face got serious.

"Do they pick on you a lot?" Blaine asked.

"It's nothing I can't handle," Kurt said dismissively.

"You shouldn't have to handle it," Blaine said darkly.

"Hey, don't get so down," Kurt said. "I'm still here. And I look fantastic." Blaine laughed, filling the room and Kurt's chest with a warm feeling.

"Boys, why don't you come up for a snack?" Carole knocked on the door. Kurt followed Blaine upstairs, where Blaine, Kurt, and Finn got into a conversation about football, leaving Kurt to awkwardly chime in every once in awhile and then start his own conversation with Carole.

"Kurt, what do you want to make for dinner?" Carole asked. "Blaine, you're staying for dinner, right?"

"I- I wasn't planning to," Blaine said nervously, looking akin to a deer caught in the headlights. "I don't want to impose."

"Well, stay, please. Kurt always makes enough for more than just us," Carole said.

"He's a good cook," Finn said. "You should try his cookies."

"If it's not too much of a bother…" Blaine said.

"Of course you're not a bother," Kurt said. "Carole, can you give me a hand in the kitchen?"

"I can do it," Blaine said quickly.

"Work for your food?" Kurt asked with a smile.

"Something like that," Blaine said. "So what do you think of the production Mr. Schuester's putting on?"

'"And you won't being me DOOOOWwwwnnnn!"' Kurt swallowed when he thought about how he had thrown the note.

"I think it's about time he paid tribute to Broadway," Kurt said.

"Do you have a part?" Blaine asked. "I mean, we sang No One Mourns the Wicked but I couldn't really hear you sing. I was on the other side of the room."

"No, I don't. I auditioned for Elphaba… but Rachel was better," Kurt said.

"Elphaba? You auditioned for Elphaba?" Blaine asked.

"Yes, but my dad had to almost sue the school- how do you know who Elphaba is," Kurt said.

"My mom likes Broadway," Blaine said. "You'd have to be a- you're a countertenor!"

"You couldn't tell by my voice?" Kurt asked, amused.

"I just… a male countertenor… wow," Blaine said. "That's…"

"What? Girly? Feminine?" Kurt asked.

"Amazing," Blaine said, a little breathlessly. "So you had trouble with the high F?"

"…Yes," Kurt smiled grimly, begging that his father couldn't hear the conversation and if he could, that he wouldn't say anything.

"Kurt, I'm hungry!" Finn complained. Kurt sighed.

"It's not ready yet, Finn," Kurt said.

"Well can't you speed it up or something? Turn the oven hotter-" Finn said, reaching for the dial on the oven and Kurt slapped his hand with a spoon.

"Finn Hudson, get out of my kitchen!" Kurt ordered.

"But-"

"Go!" Kurt said and then turned his attention to Blaine, who was trying to stifle a laugh, "Don't make me kick you out of this kitchen too." He joked. Blaine settled for a grin and holding his hands up in surrender. "What happened to the leather jacket? You seemed so fond of it at school."

"I thought you didn't like the leather jacket?" Blaine asked.

"I never said that," Kurt said, turning away from Blaine to check on how his cooking was going.

"Suurree, Mr. Leather jackets are so fifties," Blaine teased. Kurt's cell phone began to ring and he shot Blaine an apologetic look.

"Hello? Yes, Rachel, this is Kurt. How did you get my number," Kurt sighed. "Finn gave it to you? What do you-" Kurt trailed off, an annoyed "when is this going to end?" look. He put the phone on the counter and Blaine gave him a confused look.

"Be thankful you haven't had the opportunity to know her for that long," Kurt said and picked up the phone again. "No, Rachel, I can't go over lines with you-" Blaine heard a flurry of distorted words come from Rachel. "I have a guest and I'm cooking dinner. Goodbye Rachel."

"She's calling you to rehearse Wicked lines with you? Ouch," Blaine said sympathetically.

"Rachel doesn't have a sympathetic bone in her body when it comes to show choir," Kurt said. "Then again, most high school students these days don't. Dinner's ready!" He called before Blaine could say anything.