Okay here's another Klaine story. It's a multi-chap fic, which I already finished. Please give it a chance. ;)

I really hope you like it and please leave a review. :)

WARNING: There will be drug abuse and lots of angst in later chapters!

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Chapter 1

"Rachel! Oh come on please stop. I didn't mean to yell at you."

"Well then you must be a damn good actor because for me it looked like you were yelling at me."

"Don't be like that! Come on be honest to yourself, you know I'm right. But it wasn't against you okay? I was just thinking for the whole Glee club."

Rachel stormed through the hallways to their next classroom, Kurt on her tail.

"You yelled at me because of my fashion sense."

"Rachel, what you're wearing isn't exactly the fashion that one likes to wear..."

Rachel stopped and turned around to face Kurt.

"And what is so bad about that? Most people here at school look at you and think that those clothes are terrible! Why can you walk around with your fashion that nobody likes and not me?"

"Because... Oh come on. It's just... I read each edition of Vogue and all those people in big cities like New York they are wearing just the same things like I do. I'm just one of the first people in Lima."

Rachel raised an eyebrow.

"I mean do you see so many Broadway stars in skirts and shirts with little animals on it? No you don't! I just want to help you to become a good star Rachel."

"I am a star. MY voice is perfect and my looks as well. I am the best singer this school has ever seen and I am going to Broadway. They don't care what I'm wearing as long as they can hear my perfect voice."

"You need to have a look at the whole picture. You need to learn how to present yourself otherwise people won't even go to your plays. With a good fashion sense the whole world is open for you."

"Kurt, I appreciate that you want to help me. Let me tell you something: I don't need any help. I know how to present myself and I am going to be a star. I'm going to make new fashion and one day all those people outside and the skinny models in your beloved Vogue will wear my fashion style."

They were still walking fast through the hallways, always being nearly stopped by some football jerks. Luckily they were used to that so they didn't react at all to the stupid names they gave them.

"That won't happen Rachel. At least not the last part."

"Do you want to bet?"

"Rachel please calm down! I am sorry okay?"

"Then say that I am right."

"What? I cannot do that! That would be betrayal to the fashion god!"

Rachel shot him one last angry glance and went on through the hall of McKinley.

"Rachel Berry! Stop it! I don't want to run behind you the whole day... I just meant that..."

Rachel didn't get to know what Kurt really wanted to say. She turned round a corner and noticed a short guy with gelled hair and beautiful eyes standing on crutches in front of the lockers. She avoided him and went on but only a few seconds later she heard someone screaming and a bang.

"Argh!"

"Oh my god I am so sorry! I didn't see you!"

Rachel turned around to see what happened right behind her.

Kurt stood next to the lockers; in front of him the teen on crutches was lying on the hard ground. His crutches had fallen away and lay on the other side of the hall. The boy tried to get up but he obviously had trouble with his legs.

Kurt bent down to help him up, he hadn't seen the crutches and wondered why the boy wasn't standing up.

„Come on, take my hand."

The boy lifted his head and looked into Kurt eyes. In that moment when Kurt's eyes met the boy's eyes, the whole world seemed to stop. They just looked into each other's eyes and they both forgot the world around them.

Kurt had never seen such a beautiful face. Those hazel brown eyes and the olive skin tone... that boy was handsome. He felt a thousand butterflies flying in his stomach. It felt like one of those old movie scenes.

Immediately Kurt's own cinema inside his head played an old black and white scene. The woman was standing in the garden. She was wearing a long, old-fashioned dress and a nice summer hat. She went on and fell down that stairs. Before she could hit the bottom a beautiful prince got her and held her into his arms. They looked at each other. The music in the background became louder and more dramatic. A few seconds passed. They looked into each other's eyes. Suddenly the prince gave the women a beautiful rose and in that moment they kissed each other like it was the last kiss they would ever get.

He lifted her into his arms and carried her over the grass, the music still playing...

The bell rang and Kurt was back in Reality. He was still staring at the boy.

„I'm sorry I didn't see you. Come on I help you up." He held his hand to the boy but the boy didn't take it.

„Excuse me?"

„I... I can't."

„What do you mean you can't? Just stand up."

„I need my crutches otherwise I'm going to fall again once I'm standing."

Kurt looked to the side and saw the crutches lying on the floor.

He turned red.

„Oh my holy fashion god, I am sooo sorry! I didn't see them. Wait I'll get them for you."

Kurt took the crutches and handed them to the guy. He expected him to be angry for being embarrassed like that but he was smiling at Kurt.

„Don't worry. I feel honored that you didn't notice. And also what kind of a first day would it be without getting to know the floor?"

He took on of his crutches and handed one hand to Kurt.

„Could you help me up? I need somebody to steady me."

Kurt took his hand and slowly the boy stood up, resting heavily on Kurt and the crutch. After a few moments the boy was standing, sweat was on his forehead. Kurt handed him the other crutch and gave him his belongings that were lying on the floor as well.

Then he looked again at the boy. He was still smiling. He was a few inches shorter than Kurt, his legs looked incredibly skinny and very weak. A part of Kurt expected him to fall again because those legs didn't seem to be able to carry him very well.

„I am Blaine."

Carefully Blaine rested his weight on one crutch and went to shake Kurt's hand.

Kurt took it and could only think about how soft the skin of the boy was.

„I am Kurt Hummel."

„Nice to meet you Kurt Hummel." Blaine was still smiling. „So you know your way around here, right? I don't really know where my next class is so..."

„Of course I can show you around. What class do you have now?"

„Ehm... Spanish with Mister... Schuster."

„Ah then you're lucky- Mr. Schue is awesome. He is our Glee teacher and very cool but sometimes a little bit old fashioned. He loves Journey so we always have to sing Journey songs. It's annoying I tell ya."

Kurt continued to talk while he was leading Blaine to the right room.

„And be careful of coach Sylvester. She hates everybody. Her cheerios are pretty successful and her whole office is full of trophies. Sometimes I wonder..."

„Kurt?"

Kurt turned around to see that Blaine was way behind him.

„Oh I am sorry, I was too fast, right? I am so sorry, I didn't think..."

Blaine caught up with him, leaning heavily on his crutches.

„Don't worry Kurt. It's fine you don't have to be sorry for something like that. It's perfectly fine, okay? I just cannot walk that fast so please slow down a little bit then everything's fine."

Kurt smiled at him. He only knew this guy for a few minutes but it already felt like they had been friends for a lifetime.

„Okay. I'll try but I won't promise anything."

When they reached the room Kurt stopped.

„So this is it. I have to go, I have French now. But... can I see you at lunch? I'm eating with some guys from Glee club and I bet they wouldn't mind of you'd join us."

Blaine smiled.

„Thanks. I would love to."

„Great. Then see you at lunch."

„Yeah. See you."

Kurt turned around and went to his class, leaving Blaine behind. Blaine looked at him and he couldn't stop the feeling that he already found a friend on his first day at the new school. That had to be a new record, at least for him. He couldn't wait for lunch. This boy with the high voice and the pale skin fascinated him.

Blaine as still lost in his thoughts when Mister Schuster came to the room.

„Hello. You must be Blaine, right? I am Mister Schuster, your Spanish teacher."

Blaine looked at Mr. Shuster.

„Oh yes. That's right. I'm Blaine Anderson."

„Hello. So let's start this."

Mr. Schuster opened the door and together with Blaine he went inside the room.

„Okay guys. Please welcome our new student Blaine Anderson. He just changed from Dalton Academy to McKinley and will join us in our beautiful Spanish lessons. Okay Blaine. Take yourself a seat."

„Gracias."

Blaine smiled at Mr. Schuster. He seemed just like Kurt had said, a nice guy. He noticed the other students looking at him and his skinny legs but he was used to it. That didn't mean that he didn't mind, there was just nothing he could do about that. He slowly made his way to the last free seat at a window and carefully sat down, placing his crutches against the wall.

„Alright guys. Vamos a habler un poco sobre Don Quijote."

The rest of the hour flew by and before Blaine noticed it the bell rang.

He packed his stuff but just like always he was the last one in class. Mister Schuster came to him.

„Do you need help Blaine?"

„No thanks, I got it. I just need a little bit more time than the other I guess."

„Alright. So you were pretty good. What grade did you had in Spanish before?"

„Oh, I had a A-."

„That's awesome. Some of those kids here are happy if they get a C. So I guess you're going to be one of the best."

Blaine didn't know what to say so he decided to say nothing at all.

„Did you make some friends yet? I know the first day must be hard."

„Not really, I mean... there wasn't that much time yet. I only know one student, he told me about you. His name is Kurt Hummel."

„Ah Kurt. Then you are lucky. Kurt is a great guy. He has a lot of problems at this school, the Glee club isn't very popular and sadly most of the students are getting bullied. Kurt had a very hard time lately. He could use a friend. And I think that you could use one too."

Blaine bit his under lip and remained silent.

„Okay whatever. I just want you to know that if something's going or whatever it is you can come to me, okay?"

He smiled at Blaine who nodded.

„Okay Mr. Schuster. Thanks."

Finally Blaine had all his stuff together and went to his next lesson. He hoped to see Kurt on his way but he wasn't nowhere in sight. With a deep sigh he went to the next room. Hopefully the other teachers didn't want to have such a talk with him. But he wasn't very hopeful; teachers were all the same after all.

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