A/N Hey, guys!
Here's another multi chapter fic! Before you're all starting throwing rocks at my head and stuff... I don't have any school for quite a long time so, apart from my summer jobs, I'll have the time to write!
BTW, if you haven't yet read ImaGleekBaby's story I'm Gonna Kill Him, I politely ask you what the hell you are doing here. GO READ IT, NOW!
*cough* Yeah... so... Enjoy! :-D

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing Glee related... Yeah, I know... It sucks. But if anyone who does own anything of Glee reads this... *fangirling*

Kurt's POV

'This is what you get for being such a nerd, you faggot!'

Kurt was walking to his car with Santana, Brittany and Quinn when he heard the slur, followed by the sound of a body slamming against metal.

He turned around to see a small boy from around his age pinned against a dumpster by Azimio and some other jocks. He had a look of pure fear on his face, his eyes big and filled with tears. A few hairs were breaking free from where they were plastered to his head with hairgel and his glasses fell on the floor.

'Blaine Anderson,' Quinn whispered from where she was standing next to Kurt. 'Transferred last month. He's gay and the new Glee club nerd.' Kurt hissed.

'It's like he asks to be killed by the football team.' Santana let out a small slightly bitter laugh.

'I know, right.'

Blaine's eyes found Kurt's in the small crowd that was surrounding him and the jocks, enjoying the sight of his sorrow. They had a wonderful hazel colour, Kurt noticed, and even without his current fearful look, bigger than usual.

The small boy started pleading with his eyes, silently begging Kurt to help him. He probably knew Kurt was gay, thinking that maybe Kurt would remember what it was like being bullied like this and would save him.

But Kurt simply stood still and watched as the jocks grabbed Blaine by his arms and legs and threw him into the dumpsters, shortly followed by the contents of his school bag.

The jocks left, laughing loudly and high fiving each other and one by one the other students left as well, not one of them checking on Blaine, who was still inside the dumpster.

'Let's go,' Santana whispered in his ear, tugging his arms to get his attention because Kurt was still staring at the dumpster, lost in his thoughts.

He shook his head to snap out of his trance and followed Brittany, Santana and Quinn to their cars.

'He's so stupid,' Quinn said. 'I mean, he knows what will happen and still he walks around being this dork and what is he wearing? Come on, there's a difference between being out and proud and just being stupid-'

'You just go ahead, girls,' Kurt interrupted when he felt like he couldn't hear any more. Santana looked like she was struggling to keep her words in too. 'I need to run back to my locker. I forgot my Physics book and I have a test tomorrow.' The three girls nodded and they exchanged their goodbye's and Santana sent him one last knowing look before parting.

Kurt looked around to see if anyone of his 'friends' were still here, but the parking place was deserted as he made his way back to the dumpster.

Blaine had already left, he realised and he was about to leave when he saw a small notebook on the floor. He picked it up.

Original songs

Kurt read on the front. He felt curiousity coming up as he opened the book. It was filled with lyrics and notes, little music notes scribbled everywhere. Even if Kurt could read music he still wouldn't be able to make out what it said or what tune they wrote down.

He turned back to the first page and looked at the text written there, way more neat then the rest.

Property of Blaine Anderson

If you find this, please, return it to me.

Underneath it there was an address somewhere in Lima written down. He looked at the notebook for a good minute, lost in thought, before he made his decision.

I'm going to return this to its rightful owner, he thought as he stepped into his Navigator, typing the address into his navigation system.

Blaine's POV

Blaine waited until he heard everyone leave before he climbed out of the dumpster. He knew the jocks wouldn't hesitate on throwing him back in if they were still standing there and he didn't want to risk that.

Why can't I just avoid this, he thought furiously as he grabbed his books out of the dumpster and threw them back into his bag. Why can't I just not be a nerd and not wear suspencers and glasses!

Because that wouldn't be you, an honest voice from the back of his head said reasonably. You wouldn't be Blaine Anderson, and that means you're not being fair to yourself.

Why couldn't he just be like Kurt Hummel. He sighed. Oh, beautiful sweet Kurt, always strutting around the halls of McKinley in his Cheerios uniform with his head held high and a glare on his face. And when he laughed... He looked so gorgeous when he laughed. But Blaine noticed that it happened a lot less often these days, compared to when he first came to McKinley a month ago.

He wondered if Kurt was really happy, but didn't dwell on it, knowing he could never ask him about it. The day he will talk to the head Cheerio, would be his death day.

But still... He couldn't help but hope, hope that maybe Kurt would stand up for him, taking him under his wing, because as far as Blaine knew they were the only two gay guys in the school.

But that had been a fantasy, he realised as Kurt had simply stared at him being thrown into the dumpster with an unreadable look. Just as much of a fantasy as him serenading Kurt in front of the whole school with his original songs before kissing him and being his boyfriend until they'd get engaged.

Blaine shook his head to snap himself out of his thoughts, grabbed his bag from the ground and headed to his car, not noticing the small notebook that had fallen from his bag.

Kurt's POV

His navigation system told him that he had reach his destination but Kurt was too busy with staring up to the enormous house. He turned off his engine, still not sure if he was at the right house.

But as he passed the gate he saw a small sign saying Andersonin curly neat letters, confirming that this was indeed the home of McKinley resident nerd.

As he made his way over to the front door he could feel his nerves growing bigger and bigger, and he couldn't figure out why. He had nothing to fear of Blaine, because Blaine simply had nothing on him. He was head Cheerio and one of the most popular boys in school and Blaine? Blaine was a Glee club nobody.

He kept repeating that to himself inside his head as he rang the doorbell and he heard distant footsteps coming down a staircase.

The wooden door was thrown open to reveal Blaine Anderson, only... this Blaine Anderson didn't really look like Blaine Anderson...

Blaine look like he only just stepped out of the shower. His hair was free of all hairgel and dark curls were resting on his head. He wasn't wearing his glasses, bringing his beautiful hazel eyes out even better and his clothes...

He was wearing dark skin tight jeans, embracing his legs in all the right places and his white v-neck t-shirt revealed only a teasing amount of skin, making Kurt involuntary long for more.
He didn't realise he was staring until a smooth voice snapped him out of it.

'Kurt,' Blaine asked and his eyes were wider than ever. 'W-what are you doing here?'

'Eh,' Kurt stuttered, trying to remember what exactly he was doing here until he felt the cool cover of Blaine's notebook in his hand. He held it up for Blaine to see. 'I think you lost this. I saw your name in it after I found it next to... eh, next to.. you know, the dumpster.'

Kurt expected Blaine's face to fall at the memory and grabbing the notebook from Kurt's hand before slamming the door in his face but the opposite happened.

Blaine's entire face lightened up as his eyes fell on the small notebook and a grin appeared on his face.

'Oh, thank you so much,' he exclaimed. 'I thought I'd lost it and I-I...' His voice trailed off and his happy look disappeared, making place for a blush. 'Did you look into it?'

'Yeah,' Kurt admitted. 'But don't worry, there wasn't much I could make out. I can't read music.'

'Well, you need a whole lot more skills than reading music if you want to make out anything that's written in there,' Blaine said, winking. Wait... winking? Was he flirting with Kurt?

'Can you play one of these songs for me?' Kurt asked and Blaine paled.

'Eh,' he stuttered. 'I-It's not very good...'

'I don't care,' Kurt said, smiling slightly at the bashful boy. 'I really want to hear it. As a reward for returning your notebook, maybe?'
Blaine sighed in defeat before stepping aside to let Kurt in.

'My guitar is upstairs,' he said as Kurt passed him on the doorstep. He closed the door behind him and leaded the way upstairs.

Kurt didn't get much time to look around but from what he saw the inside of the house was just as big as it looked on the outside. It looked boring though, and there was a lack of family pictures.

As soon as they were at the top of the stairs Blaine lead him into a huge room. There was a king sized bed in the corner and above it hung a big Harry Potter poster but apart from that, the room showed no character.

The walls were light brown, so different from what Kurt has seen so far from Blaine's happy go lucky personality and the floor was covered in a thick black carpet.

Blaine returned from the other side of his room, holding a expensive looking guitar in his hands.

'Did your parents bought you that,' Kurt said incrediously. Blaine let out a humourless laugh.

'No, of course not,' he said bitterly. 'My parents don't care about music, unless it's Cooper or if it can earn them money. They don't care about anything but Cooper and their money. Not since I-' He sighed. 'Oh, never mind.'

Kurt frowned slightly at the defeated and hurt look on Blaine's face but before he could mention it, the shorter boy spoke up again.

'So here's a little something I wrote last week in French when I was bored. You still want me to play it?' Kurt nodded eagerly, sitting down on the bed next to Blaine. Blaine nodded too, thoughtfully, before he started playing and singing.

I feel like a loser
I feel like I'm lost
I feel like I'm not sure if I feel anything at all

Kurt was overwhelmed by Blaine fantastic and sweet voice, but couldn't help but frown slightly at the lyrics. Blaine looked up and stared deep into Kurt's eyes as he continued singing.

But believe me I'm not helpless
I just need someone to love
So my situation's rough
But that just makes me a dumb human like you

He winked again, making Kurt laugh, before his expression turned serious again. His smooth voice found its way straight to Kurt's heart and he wondered why he had never talked to Blaine before. He seemed like a great person...

I feel like a short stop
A long third base
I may just help you but I still don't like your face

Blaine laughed softly as Kurt put his hand in front of his mouth in a mock-offended way.

But believe me I'm not hostle
I just want to hear you laugh
When I'm sarcastic like that
But that just makes me a dumb human like you

Blaine lowered his eyes for a moment, before turning back to Kurt. He saw that they were slightly tearfilled and couldn't help but wonder if maybe this is a bit more than just a song.

So why do I have this incredible need
To stand up and say please, pay attention
It's the last thing that I need
To make myself see, well, that ain't my intention

It was then Kurt realised... Blaine wasn't singing at him.. he was singing to him... He was sing abouthim and his feelings for him.

I feel like an artist
Who's lost his touch
He likes himself in his art
But not his art too much

And Kurt was so lost in Blaine eyes, in Blaine's voice, in Blaine's words, in Blaine's love... He forgot about everything else. About his reputation, about Blaine's, about what other people might think... He was falling for him.

But believe me I've got something I just don't know how to say
That I'm just fine with the way
With the way that I'm moving
And that just makes me a dumb human
That just makes me
That makes me a human like you

Kurt lunged forward and pressed his lips against Blaine's, getting lost in the shorter boy's touch as he took the guitar from his hands and laid it down on the floor gently.

A/N So, I hope you enjoyed this!
This chapter was originally even longer, but I decided that would be too crazy so I hope it's okay like this!
The song used in the chapter is Human by Darren Criss... I realised it fits the story quite well! ;-)
Let me know what you think and whether or not I should continue this! :-)
I already have the next chapter written out! ;-)
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