Struck By Love

I'm waiting in front of a classroom for Kurt, leaning against the wall next to the closed door. The teacher Kurt is with now is famous in the school for not letting his students out of the classroom until they finish everything he wanted them to do, so it might take another three minutes at least until the door opens. I sigh.

I'm so happy that Kurt agreed on joining Glee club, I know he'll be amazing. His voice is so beautiful, and he'd fit in there perfectly. When I asked New Directions (that's the name of our singing group) about Kurt, they said they didn't really know him, but the good thing was that they didn't hate him like the rest of the school according to Kurt does.

I smile a bit. I can't wait until today after school, it's Kurt's first Glee club meeting.

Suddenly the door opens and the students run outside. They apparently don't want to spend another second with their Chemistry teacher, and I have to agree. Chemistry isn't something I'm good at. Then in the middle of all of them I see Kurt's face. He's trying to make his way through and finally get out, but all the other people just keep pushing him backwards to get out themselves. "You're all just cattle!" He yells. "Shit!" He almost falls on the ground, so I reach out my hand and when he finds it and squeezes, I pull him out.

"Thanks," he says and adjusts his backpack and blue shirt. "Why do I have to spend every day with such neanderthals." He mutters and I laugh a bit.

"Was it that bad?" I ask. He looks at me like it's obvious.

"Of course it was, what do you think, Blaine? I hate them, they hate me, end of discussion, that's just the way it is." He says.

"Just remember that I don't hate you, I love you." I say and take his hand. He smiles at me and we head out to our shared class – Algebra.

"I love you too." He says.

"Are you ready for your first Glee club meeting?" I ask him. Suddenly he tenses and closes his eyes.

"Is it today?" He asks.

"Yeah."

"Argh," he groans. "I completely forgot about it, do we have to come?" He asks and looks at me desperately.

"Of course we have to come, Kurt. I already told Mr. Schue about you." I say.

"Who's Mr. Schue?"

"Mr. Schuester is the teacher in Glee club, he helps us, sings with us, he's really great." I smile at him and he slowly nods.

"Do you think he'll like me?" He suddenly says and squeezes my hand.

"Of course, he'll like you." I smile. "He loves all new kids joining Glee club! Hell, he probably loves everyone at this school. He's the nicest teacher you'll ever have met." He smiles at me.

"Okay." He says and smiles slightly as we finally reach the right classroom. ", here we go." He smiles as we open the door and go in.

"Just please no more imaginary numbers." I laugh.

We're walking through the halls, hand in hand, ignoring some strange looks we get even from the teachers. I know the Glee Club classroom is getting dangerously closer and that in a few minutes I'll be standing there, surrounded by people I don't even know. At least Blaine's holding my hand.

I don't want to admit I'm nervous, but that's exactly what I am. I'm nervous as hell and I can do nothing about it, just keep holding Blaine's hand. I have no idea what the whole Glee thing is going to be like. Blaine said they'll like me and I want to believe him, but I'm still worried. I mean, until now I thought everyone at school hated me, why should it suddenly stop being true?

"Are you ready now?" Blaine suddenly asks and I look at him.

"Um.. yeah. No, yes, I don't know." I stutter. I don't want to go there at all, I don't want to risk it.

"Are you nervous?" He asks me and I don't nod, but he knows what my answer is. Then he hugs me briefly and kisses me. "Don't worry, I'll be there with you the whole time." He says and somehow I smile.

Then we finally stop in front of the door and I take a deep breath. Possibly the deepest I've ever taken, and then we go in. There is a bunch of kids in there, sitting on chairs in the corner of the room. There's that black girl Blaine's been talking to few days ago, there's a Latina girl sitting in the back, playing with the hair of a blonde girl. Next to her is another blonde girl and a boy in a wheelchair. I didn't even know we had a kid in a wheelchair in this school...

There are three guys, one sitting hand in hand with a dark haired girl, and then a blonde guy and another guy with a mohawk. Then there's an Asian girl and an Asian guy, sitting next to each other.

Blaine puts his hand on my shoulder, but I still have to take another deep breath. So many people. Is it really possible that none of them could hate me? Should I worry about getting new friends? Malerie and Blaine are enough for me now.

One of the girls stands up as soon as she sees me and goes to me. I want to take a step back, but Blaine's hand stops me.

"Hi!" The girl says and smiles so widely that I almost get worried her mouth could actually get stuck like this. "I'm Rachel, I'm the most talented here, obviously, and-"

"Wait, wait," I stop her as everyone sighs. "The most talented here is my boyfriend over here, okay?" I say and point to Blaine, who blushes a bit. "Don't argue with that." I say.

"I like him." The Latina girl says and smiles at me. I don't smile back. The girl named Rachel looks taken aback, but then she just smiles and shrugs it off, sitting back down to her boyfriend.

"Hi, I'm Finn," he says and smiles at me. Then suddenly the teacher enters the room and Blaine takes my hand, dragging me to two free chairs. The teacher stops me though, and Blaine sits there alone.

"New Directions," the teacher says and points at me. "We have a new member." He smiles at all of them.

"I'm Carson Phillips." I say and smile nervously. I don't like this at all. I'd rather be writing, but I'm doing this for Blaine, and for myself, too.

Then they all decide to tell me their names.

"I'm Mercedes." Says one of the girls.

"I'm Sam."

"Puck."

"Rachel."

"I'm Finn. The quarterback."

"I'm Tina, and this is Mike." The Asian girl says and points at her... boyfriend, I guess?

"I'm Quinn." Says the blonde girl.

"I'm Artie."

"I kinda want to smell your hair." Says the other blonde girl.

"Nice name." I reply.

"She's Brittany," the Latina girl says and rolls her eyes. "And I'm Santana." I nod. Great, so we have the Asians, a wheelchair kid, Black girl, blonde girl, Rude Rachel, Mohawk, Finn, Lesbians, Sam and Blaine with me. Great team.

"And I'm Will Shuester," the teacher says and puts his hands on my shoulders. "Their teacher, and we're all very happy to have you here." He says then.

I finally return to Blaine and sit right next to him. He takes my hand. "Was it the same when you came here?" I ask.

He laughs quietly. "Yes, it was. Especially Rachel." He says and I smile.

"Great," says the teacher. "We should show Kurt what is Glee about, right? What do you guys want to sing?" He asks.

"We should do Don't Stop Believing!" Rude Rachel says.

"Who agrees?" Mr. Shuester asks and a few of the members raise their hands. "Great, so let's do this!" He smiles and then they all stand up and go to the middle of the room. The piano guy starts playing and then they're all singing.

I've heard this song before, but I've never given it any attention. Now on the other hand, it sounds pretty good, I don't even know how, but I'm smiling. Probably because Blaine keeps looking at me the whole time, smiling like an idiot, so I smile back.

Then they finally end.

"And what you, princess, are gonna sing?" The Latina girl asks. I almost choke on my own saliva.

"I'm sorry, wh-what?" I ask.

"You should sing something, we need to know how much talented you are." Rude Rachel looks at me.

"If you don't want to , you don't have to," Mr. Schue says. "You can prepare something for the next time."

"We could sing You Make Me Feel So Young." Blaine whispers to me. "Yesterday you said you know that song and we tried to sing it, remember?"

I nod and smile at him slightly. Then I swallow. "Okay, I can try."

"Can we sing a duet?" Blaine asks Mr. Shuester and he nods. Then he takes my hand and leads me to the middle of the room and suddenly I'm a lot more nervous than before. Singing in front of my mom and Blaine's mom is different than in front of a dozen people I don't even know.

"Don't worry," Blaine smiles at me. "It's gonna be just like on Saturday when we sang to our moms." He says and I nod. "Just look into my eyes and forget about them. This is about us." Then he goes to the piano guy and tells him the song we want to sing. I nervously look at all the kids sitting on their chairs and then at the teacher. He smiles at me.

Then Blaine takes my hand again and I turn to him, looking into his eyes. This is gonna be easy, not a big deal, right? Then the piano starts playing and then... then he's singing.

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

Then I finally join him.

You and I, we're just like a couple of tots

Running around a meadow

Picking up all those forget-me-nots

Then Blaine sings again.

You make me feel so young

And then we continue until the song ends.

You make me feel there are songs to be sung

Bells to be rung and a wonderful fling to be flung

And even when I'm old and gray

when I'm old and gray

I'm gonna feel the way I do today

Because you make me feel so young

You make me young

You make me think that spring has sprung

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

Because you and I

We are just like a couple of tots

Who are running around a meadow

Snatching up all those forget-me-nots

You make me young

You make me young

You make me feel there are songs to be sung

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

Because you make me feel so

Man, I just feel so

You make feel so young

So young!

Then all I know is that people are clapping their hands, even Rachel and . I can't stop grinning at all of them and at Blaine. I hug him and he hugs me back, laughing. "You did it, Kurt!" He smiles and I nod, pulling away, laughing again.

"You guys are cute," the blonde lesbian – Brittany - says as she claps her hands.

Mr. Schuester is smiling and he comes over to me, putting his hand on my shoulder again. "Welcome to Glee Club!"