Chapter 2: Blaine's Got Talent?

Kurt took a deep breath and pushed open the doors of McKinley High. His eyes wandered along the walls as he took in his surroundings. A slight pressure on his hand pulled him out of his trance. He quickly looked to the source of the pressure. Blaine smiled at him before pulling Kurt toward the main office slightly, and releasing his hand. Both the boys' hands tingled from the touch; Blaine had an embarrassed expression as he walked into the office.

Blaine looked over to the desk where a slight woman sat typing quickly on a computer. She had a very small frame, and red frizzy hair. The name-plate on her desk said she was Mrs. Sinclair, and she was wearing thick round glasses that made her eyes appear four times the normal size.

When she noticed she was no longer alone she smiled and looked up at the two boys and asked, "How can I help you two boys this morning?"

"Good morning Mrs. Sinclair, we are the new transfer students," Blaine said politely as he smiled back, "we were told to come here and pick up our schedules."

Mrs. Sinclair blushed slightly at the charming young man's polite behavior before she squeaked, "Oh!" and hurried out of the room saying, "I'll be right back with those schedules!"

She walked quickly into another room and closed the door. Blaine laughed a little and turned to look at Kurt, who was twirling a pencil around with his fingers. Frowning, Blaine walked over and put his hand on Kurt's shoulder and asked if he was okay.

Kurt smiled slightly, turned to look at Blaine and said, "Yeah, I'm fine. Just…nervous."

Blaine smiled and said, "It'll be fine. There's nothing to worry about," before giving him a brotherly one arm hug.

The door opened and the red-headed woman came back in. Both boys look up and turn to face the desk.

The woman stared at the two sheets of paper in her hand and said, "Blaine Anderson?"

Blaine smiles and says, "That's me."

She smiles and hands him his schedule before looking at Kurt's schedule and saying, "You must be Kurt Hummel, welcome back."

They both thank her as they turn to leave, looking at their schedules. Blaine opens the door and holds it open for Kurt as he studies his schedule. Once they are out of the office Kurt takes Blaine's schedule and looks for similar classes. He frowns down at the schedules and lets out a sigh.

"What is it?" Blaine asks, concerned.

"We only have lunch and trig together," Kurt says as he returns Blaine's schedule.

Blaine frowns as he takes it back and studies his classes again, "Well…I guess I'll see you at lunch?"

Kurt simply nods and starts looking for his locker. Blaine looks after him for a few minutes, fighting the impulse to chase after him, to protect him, before he begins to search for his own locker.

Blaine finally finds his locker, 519, after a never-ending walk down the hallways of McKinley. He looks at his schedule and swirled the lock around to enter the combination. He slips a few of his belongings into his locker along with his coat, and then he spun around and shut his locker.

He froze at the sight in front of him. A girl in a cheerleading uniform was leaning against a wall and starring at Blaine as if he was a piece of meat. She flipped her long black hair and strut toward the new boy who was standing alone at his locker. Blaine took a step back so he was pressed against his locker but kept his expression casual.

"Hey, you new here?" she asked flashing him a perfect smile as she gave him a once over, obviously liking what she saw.

"Yeah, it's my first day," he said flashing his own charming smile in response.

"Do you need help getting to your first class," she asked hoping they may have it together.

"Uh...yeah I actually do," he chuckled before continuing, "I have gym, can you tell me where to go?"

The girl grinned as if she won the lottery, "Yes, that's actually my first class too. Now come on, let's go," she said as she grabbed his bicep and began dragging him down the hallway.

Her hand tightened on his bicep, feeling the flexing of his surprisingly muscular arm. She walked fast, but Blaine easily kept up with her fast pace.

"Do you work out?" she asked as they hurried through the halls.

Blaine laughed, a little embarrassed, "Ha…um a little."

"Hmmm I'd say a little more than a little…" she said as she pushed him into the gym.

Blaine stumbled over his feet and looked up, embarrassed, as every head in the gym turned to him. The girl stepped around him and struts over to her fellow cheerleaders.

"Santana! You're late!" yelled a heavy-set woman who was now crossing the gym.

"I know, I was helping a new student," she said as she winked at Blaine, and the other girls giggled.

The coach approached Blaine, looking at her clipboard, "Blaine Anderson?" she asked.

Blaine nodded as he looked at his classmates, noticing no one was in their gym clothes yet. He sighed a sigh of relief that he wasn't that late.

"I'm coach Beaste, " said the heavy-set woman with a big smile as she shook Blaine's hand.

"Nice to meet you," Blaine said flashing her a charming smile, as he shook her hand with a firm persuading grip.

Then she turned her attention to the class, "Okay kids. Get into your gym clothes. Mike? Get Blaine here his uniform."

The class made their way into the locker room, Blaine straying behind to try to see who Mike was. A tall boy with slightly spiked black hair waves him over. Blaine proceeded to walk over to him with his hands in his pockets as he nervously looked at all the other students. It had been such a long time since Blaine had gone to a public school, and being in one was both exciting and intimidating.

"Hey Blaine, I'm Mike Chang. I don't think we were formally introduced on Valentine's day," said the black haired boy as he shook Blaine's hand with a firm grip.

Blaine immediately recognized him and smiled as he shook Mike's hand, "Nice to meet you Mike. You're in the McKinley High Glee Club right?"

"Yeah that's me," Mike said with a grin.

"Kurt's told me so much about your fantastic dancing," Blaine said as the boys stood in front of each other.

Mike's cheeks reddened slightly as he muttered a thanks and proceeded to ask, "So you're one of the new transfers? I thought you loved Dalton, why'd you leave?"

It was Blaine's turn to blush now, "I umm…I—" but he was cut off by a squeal that came from the girls locker room.

Within seconds the one and only Rachel Berry flashed out of the locker room in her gym uniform and clung onto Blaine's chest in excitement. Blaine chuckled to himself and hugged the small girl back, eager that he didn't have to explain why he was at McKinley.