Oh, my God, he's so gorgeous. Blaine couldn't help but stare as the love of his life, the most beautiful boy on this planet, walked down the hall. He grabbed he's locker to stop himself from swaying. The man of his dreams pushed his hair out his eyes with a shake of his head and then, in that one breathtaking moment, his eyes met Blaine's. Blaine could've sworn his heart stopped beating in that moment but it felt like it was exploding when the boy smiled at him.

Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Smile back, you fucking idiot. Blaine sent him a broad 1000 Watt grin back and wanted to smack his head against his locker when the perfect boy chuckled and averted his gaze. Too enthusiastic…

Blaine grabbed his textbooks from his locked, threw them in his back and slammed his locker closed. He fucked it up again. He couldn't even greet the boy properly in the morning, leave alone ask him out. Besides, wasn't he still dating Quinn Fabray? Yes, Blaine was in love with a guy who was claiming to be straight. Blaine was head over heels in love with Sam Evans.

Jesus Christ, he's too perfect. Kurt watched as Blaine Anderson made a total fool of himself by giving Sam Evans the biggest, goofiest grin he'd ever seen and the blonde boy reacting by softly chuckling. Kurt took this chance to step forward, intertwining his arm with Sam's.

'Oh, hey, Kurt,' Sam said cheerfully. Kurt's heart skipped a beat.

'Hey, Sammy,' he replied, a little sultry. 'How are you doing-' He was cut off by Sam being pulled away from Kurt by no one other than Quinn Fabray.

'Hummel,' she sent Kurt a warning glare before turning to her boyfriend. 'Hey, Sam!' Sam grinned back at her but Kurt could see he seemed a little uneasy.

'Hey, Quinn,' he replied and leaned forward to give her a small peck. Kurt took this as his cue to leave. He didn't even bother saying goodbye to Sam since Quinn now had him pressed against the lockers, lips locked. He sighed and shook his head. Leave it to Kurt Hummel to fall in love with another straight guy. No, he told himself, Sam's not straight. No straight guy would ever die his hair that blonde. Kurt then caught Blaine Anderson's eyes.

'Nice smirk, Anderson,' he snapped. 'I must admit it looks a lot better than that overly happy grin you reserved for your crush.' Blaine's face twisted into a scowl.

'Look who's talking, Hummel,' he responded. 'He'd rather fuck his girlfriend against the lockers in his high school than talk to you.' Both boys sighed as they glanced at Sam and Quinn, who were still in the middle of a very heated make out session. A freshman stopped to stare at the couple in confusion and fascination, causing Noah Puckerman, who also seemed a little distracted by Quinn and Sam, to bump into him, actively sending him to the ground.

'I wish Puckerman would just get his act together and ask Quinn out,' Blaine complained. 'I bet she'll jump back in his arms in a heartbeat.' Kurt's eyes widened as he turned to Blaine.

'That's it,' he exclaimed, causing Blaine to jumped slightly. 'We have to talk Noah into asking Fabray out. Jesus, Anderson, I didn't think there were actual brains in the gigantic head of yours but you never fail to surprise me.' Blaine glared at him for that last comment but didn't react on it.

'I don't know, Hummel,' he said. 'I don't really want to break his heart.'

'Come on,' Kurt scoffed. 'Have you ever seen the way he looks at her? I bet the only reason he hasn't dumped her yet is because he doesn't want to break her heart. He'll be glad to be rid of her, trust me. And then he'll jump right into my arms.' Blaine tilted his head slightly, narrowing his eyes.

'You mean, my arms.' Kurt raised his eyebrows and scoffed again but this time amused.

'Your arms, Anderson? You've got to be kidding me. Tell me one reason why he'd rather be with you than me.' Blaine laughed.

'I can tell you over a million, Hummel,' he replied. 'But I think it will only take a few to convince you. Since it makes so much sense.' He pretended to think for a moment, mocking Kurt, before he spoke up again, his voice dripping with sarcasm. 'Oh, wow, let me think! Maybe, he'll like me better because you are an arrogant dick who cares about nothing but his own needs and I can be everything he wants in a boyfriend.' It was Kurt's turn to glare.

'When I look at what you just said, I don't think I'm the arrogant dick here, Anderson,' he snapped. 'And besides, why would somebody like Sam ever want to date a guy who's hair is stuck to his head with two bottles of hair gel and is still unable to hide his curls.' Kurt tugged hard at one of the lose curls in Blaine's neck. Blaine yelped.

'Fuck you, Hummel!'

'No, thank you,' Kurt replied smoothly over his shoulder as he walked away. 'I think I'll pass.' He took out his phone and scrolled through his contact list, finding the name he had been looking for. He quickly wrote out a text and pressed send.

To: Noah Puckerman

From: Kurt Hummel

I need to talk to you. It's about Quinn.

Blaine watched as Kurt Hummel walked away from him, frantically typing on his phone. He tried not to let his gaze wander to Kurt's ass but damn…

Ah, who was Blaine kidding. Yes, he most definitely had a huge crush on Sam Evans but he was lying if he said he hated Kurt. In fact, he used to be head over heels for the boy. But he dismissed his feelings after Kurt hurt him so badly.

Blaine hated calling Kurt names like 'arrogant dick' but he acted like one to Blaine. Not only when he did… that a few weeks ago but also when they first met.

Blaine was terrified. It was his first day in a public school since it happened. The Sadie Hawkins dance…

No, he thought firmly, shaking his head, don't go there, Blaine. Bad thoughts. This is a new start. McKinley was definitely not the first school of his choice. Dalton Academy in Westerville was but his dad told him they couldn't afford it… from his 800 dollar chair… over his 6000 dollar desk, while watching television on his enormous plasma screen… one of the five plasma screens in the Anderson residence. Blaine knew his dad had been lying about not being able to afford Dalton but there was nothing he could do about it. Yelling at his dad wasn't going to help him realize there was nothing wrong with homosexuality. He'd still hate him.

'Daddy doesn't hate you,' his mum had once said. Once meaning one of the three weeks in a year she was actually home. Blaine was so lost in his thoughts he didn't notice the boy right in front of him playing Angry Birds on his phone and walked right into him. The boy gasped and stumbled, dropping his phone on the floor and Blaine fell right on his ass. Feeling rather silly he stood up, wiping the dirt from his clothes and straightening his bow tie.

'Oh, fuck,' he heard. He looked at the boy who was staring at his phone with wide eyes. He noticed a huge crack across the screen and gasped a little. The sound made the boy look up. Blaine literally took a step back when he saw the anger in the other boy's eyes. The boy's gorgeous blue eyes.

'Look what you did, you fucking dick!' Oh, shit. He's really pissed. 'What the fuck were you thinking?!'

'I'm sorry,' Blaine stammered. 'I didn't see you… I can buy you a new one if you want-'

'So you're a rich dick,' the guy snapped back. 'I bet daddy gives you everything you ever wanted with a simple snap of your fingers, huh?' Ouch. That was a sore spot.

'Shut your fucking mouth,' he hissed back and to his satisfaction the beautiful guy looked slightly taken aback. 'You know nothing about me or my relationship with my dad. The money I was going to give to you was the money I've worked for all summer to buy myself a new phone.' He took his battered old Nokia out of his pocket and shoved it in the boy's face. He was lucky it even survived the attack. 'My dad wouldn't spend a dollar on his faggy son.' Wow, Blaine, maybe it's better if you stop talking now.

The boy's eyes softened and filled with something Blaine couldn't quite place. 'I'm sorry.' Blaine just scoffed and turned away from him without another word.

The next time he saw the beautiful boy with the broken phone was in Glee club. He never had the courage to join his old school's Glee club out of fear of the bullies but this was a new start. This was his chance to show his talent to the world. That was the one thing Blaine wasn't shy about. He knew he could sing; people have been telling him that since he was younger when he sang in church. But still, high school was a lot more dangerous and vicious than church and he felt more and more nervous as he came closer to the choir room.

But then he stepped in… and saw the boy from this morning. The perfect but angry boy who made assumptions about his relationship with his dad and who looked so sorry when he found out the truth. The boy who seemed to be close to tears whenever he thought nobody was looking. Blaine wondered why. But before he could do anything, a curly haired man wearing a vest stepped in front of him.

'Hello,' he said cheerfully. 'I'm Mr. Shuester. Welcome to Glee club! Would you like to join?' Blaine nodded, a little overwhelmed by the teacher's enthusiasm.

'He has to audition first.' Blaine looked up at the cool, high voice cutting through the room and saw 'beautiful' looking at him with raised eyebrows.

'Kurt, everyone can join Glee club,' a tall boy interjected. He had his arm wrapped around a petit brunette who couldn't seem to disagree more with him.

'No, I think Kurt is right,' she said quickly, before turning to Blaine with a charming smile. 'Hello there, what's your name?' Blaine was a little confused by the way she spoke to him, like he was five years old. He heard Kurt snort.

'Blaine,' he replied dumbly. 'Blaine Anderson.'

'Well, Blaine Anderson, I am Rachel Berry,' she continued, still using that slightly annoying tone. 'I'm the leader of this club.'

'No, you're not, Berry. We all just said you were so you'd finally shut up.' This comment came from a Latina cheerleader who was glaring viciously at Rachel. Her pinky was intertwined with the blonde cheerleader sitting next to her. Blaine smiled softly at that.

'Details, details,' Rachel hurried to say. 'But anyway-'

'I think what Rachel's trying to say is that we'd like you to sing for us so we can see if you're good enough for a possible lead,' the tall boy, who was probably her boyfriend, interrupted her rambling. Rachel sighed and smiled up at her boyfriend.

'Yeah,' she breathed. Mr. Shuester cleared his throat and turned to Blaine.

'Can you sing us a song, Blaine?' Blaine nodded and walked over to the band on the other side of the room who seemed to be simply waiting there for somebody to burst into a song. He whispered the name of the song he wanted to sing and turned back to the rest of the Glee club who was waiting patiently.

So I look in your direction,
But you pay me no attention, do you?

He couldn't help but glance at Kurt. He looked a little surprised but whether it was from Blaine's song choice or voice he didn't know. His blue eyes were wide and his perfect eyebrows were raised again, but not in an arrogant way. His pale skin seemed to be shining in the artificial light of the choir room. Blaine had to avert his eyes in order to keep sing and focused his attention at the obviously dyed hair of one of the boys. It looked kind of silly on him.

Did you want me to change?
Well I changed for good
And I want you to know.
That you'll always get your way
I wanted to say

Don't you shiver!

He sang through the rest of the song with practiced ease and then turned to the teacher to see his reaction. Mr. Shuester immediately started applauding.

'Well, I think you're amazing, Blaine,' he exclaimed. 'What do you guys think?' He turned to the group.

'I think the New Directions just gained a new member, Mr. Shue,' one of the girls said with a wide grin. The rest of the group whooped and cheered but Blaine's mind was preoccupied with other things… Who would call their Glee club Nude Erections?!

He then noticed that Kurt didn't look all that happy with their new member. In fact, he was glaring at Blaine as if he wanted to kill him right on the spot and Blaine couldn't help but feel slightly scared. He wondered what on earth he had done to make this boy hate him so much.

A/N I know it's short and not very good but it's kind of an introduction to the story. I'm writing this as a thank you gift to the beautiful and amazing and awesome ImaGleekBaby (who's currently writing a beautiful, probably soon tear-jerking Klaine fanfiction based of A Walk To Remember called Never Thought I Would Fall Like That. Seriously, go read it! It's so good…) because she's always there for me, even now when I can't really find a way to deal with my shit, she's there for me and I just want her to know I really appreciate it. I love you, Jodie! And I know a fanfiction might seem like a really small gift in return for what you've given me, and maybe it is, but I couldn't think of another way to thank you. You know how much I like to write and how it's my way of expressing myself! That's probably why you expected a letter.. ;-)

TO THE READERS OF MY OTHER FANFICTIONS… wow, I'm so sorry! I'll try to update as soon as I can! I'll work on the new chapter for ALL MY STORIES, EVEN Let The Lights Bring You Home tonight!

ABOUT THIS FANFIC: You'll find out what Blaine is talking about when he's on about Kurt hurting his feelings. I'll try not to make this story too sad and Blangsty… No promises.

Lots of love,

elisahpstarkid

Btw… happy new year! 3