After practically wrestling Kurt awake, I got a phone call.
"Hello?" I asked answering the phone.
"Blaine Devon Anderson!" My older brother Cooper screamed at me. "I came back to Ohio to film a stupid Yeist-I-Stat commercial, stop by the house to visit my little bro and bam your not there! I called the FBI to do an investigation before I went to your room to see it EMPTY! So I drove to Dalton to see if you moved into there but then your buddy's told me you dropped out!"
"First of all, slow down. Secondly I didn't drop out of Dalton I transfered to McKinley High. And finally what the hell is Yeist-I-Stat?"
"Blaine I don't really care where you go to high school right now Blaine. YOU HAVEN'T ANSWERED MY QUESTION. Where is my brother!" Cooper yelled.
"You actually never asked me that." I laughed.
"Well I am asking you know! Where are you!"
"At a friends house. And I have to go Coop. Let's play some hide and seek, I hide... You seek." I joked hanging up the phone.
Kurt slowly rubbed his eyes and stood up.
"Ughhhhh. Who was that?" he asked acting grumpy.
"My brother..."
"Why is your brother calling you so early?"
"Not a morning person I see." Kurt hit me with his pillow. "That just proves my point."
Before Kurt could hit me again I moved away from the bed and started digging through my bags.
"What day is it?" he asked getting up and hugging me.
"Monday." I responded. Kurt slumped down and went over to his closet.
"What's wrong?" I asked noticing him practically tearing the closet apart.
"I didn't plan my outfit yesterday. So I have to come up with something on the fly."
Figuring that he was "in the zone" I went through my bags looking for a casual outfit for my first day of school.
I pulled out a black collared shirt, red pants with a white belt, and a matching bowtie. I grabbed all of my hair products and ran into Kurt's bathroom. I gelled my hair back as he was hair spraying his.
He was wearing a gray coat with a white collared shirt underneath it. Not to mention he was wearing a tasteful gold tie with a black scarf like thing on top.
"Wow you look..." I said turning to him.
"You don't look so bad yourself."
We both blushed and took each others hand, and walked down the stairs.
Finn looked at us in confusion.
"Woah... When did that happen? Finn asked as Kurt and I sat down.
"When did what happen Finn?" Kurt asked eyeing his step brother.
"Never mind." he retreated, and just kept eating his cereal.
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[Blaine:]
You make me feel so young
You make me feel like spring has sprung
Every time I see you grin
I'm such a happy individual
The moment that you speak
I want to run and play hide-and-seek
I want to go and bounce the moon
Just like a toy balloon
[Blaine and Kurt:]
You and I, we're just like a couple of tots
Running around a meadow
Picking up all those forget-me-nots
[Blaine:]
You make me feel so young
[Kurt:]
You make me feel there are songs to be sung
[Blaine and Kurt:]
Bells to be rung and a wonderful fling to be flung
[Blaine:]
And even when I'm old and gray ([Kurt:] When I'm old and gray)
I'm gonna feel the way I ([with Kurt:] do today)
Because
[Blaine and Kurt:]
You make me feel so young
[Kurt:]
You make me young
[Blaine:]
You make me think that spring has sprung
[Blaine and Kurt:]
Every time I see you grin
I'm such a cuckoo individual
The moment that you speak
I' like to run and play hide-and-seek
I'd like to go and bounce at the moon
Just like a big balloon
[Blaine and Kurt:]
Because you and I
We are just like a couple of tots
Ooo! Running around a meadow
Snatching up all those forget-me-nots
[Blaine:]
You make me young ([Kurt:] You make me young)
You make me feel there are songs to be sung
[Blaine and Kurt:]
Lots of bells to be rung
And a wonderful fling to be flung
And even when I'm old and gray
I'm gonna feel the way I do today
([Blaine:] Because) you make me feel so
Man, I just feel so
You make feel so young
So young
I felt so free singing with Kurt in the car.
"Blaine." Kurt started. "I want you to join the glee club."
"Glee club?"
"Yes! You have an amazing voice and I know you love to preform... We could use the dashing gay guy with the amazing voice."
"Wait are you talking about me or you?" I giggled.
"I also wouldn't mind singing duets with you... Every day." Kurt laughed.
"Okay, I will. But I want a formal audition."
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When we got to McKinley I ran over to the courtyard and gathered the band, asked Kurt gathered the glee club members. I told the band my song, threw on my yellow sunglasses and started to sing.
It's not unusual to be loved by anyone
It's not unusual to have fun with anyone
but when I see you hanging about with anyone
It's not unusual to see me cry,
oh I wanna' die
It's not unusual to go out at any time
but when I see you out and about it's such a crime
if you should ever want to be loved by anyone,
It's not unusual it happens every day no matter what you say
you find it happens all the time
love will never do what you want it to
why can't this crazy love be mine
It's not unusual, to be mad with anyone
It's not unusual, to be sad with anyone
but if I ever find that you've changed at anytime
it's not unusual to find out that I'm in love with you
whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Just as I finished singing with the Cheerios dancing behind me, I heard a boom. I turned around to see a purple piano on fire.
Everyone was staring at me as I stood there frozen.
I ran down the stairs over to Kurt.
I whispered into his ear, "Who did that!"
He whispered back, "Quinn threw a lit cigarette at it."
"Why?"
"I'm guessing Santana."
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I collapsed on Kurt's bed.
"Public school has gotten weirder,"
"It was less weird before?" Kurt asked walking into the room with popcorn in his hands.
"Well, now, your allowed to light fires on campus..."
Kurt laughed.
"Well McKinley is different, since we can also get our glee on anywhere, and no one really seems to notice."
"Yep, but I do love it there. I miss the Warblers though."
"Well..." Kurt started. "I could cheer you up."
"How?"
"Well." Kurt said signalling towards the bed. I started at him. "No! Not like that! I thought we could... Jump?"
Jump,oh Jump,oh Jump,oh Jump
I get up, and nothing gets me down
You got it tough, I've seen the toughest around
And I know, baby just how you feel
You've got to roll with the punches to get to what's real
Oh can't you see me standing here
I've got my back against the record machine
I ain't the worst that you've seen (aint the worst that youve seen)
Oh can't you see what I mean (cant you see what I mean)
Might as well jump, jump
Might as well jump
Go ahead and jump, jump
Go ahead and jump
(Ohh, oh) Hey you (who said that)
Baby how you been
You say you don't know, you won't know
Until we begin
Well can't you see me standing here
I've got my back against the record machine
I ain't the worst that you've seen (aint the worst that youve seen)
Oh can't you see what I mean (cant you see what I mean)
Might as well jump, jump
Might as well jump
Go ahead and jump, jump
Go ahead and jump
(Guitar and Keyboard solo)
JUMP
JUMP
Might as well jump, jump
Might as well jump
Go ahead and jump, jump
Go ahead and jump
Ohhh, oh, oh, jump, oh, jump, oh, jump, oh, jump
JUMP
"That was the most cliche thing ever." I laughed. But I didn't care. I loved it anyway.