This is an idea I've had for a while, inspired by the structure of Glee fanfiction, with the songs and all.

Please review, and help me out! I love writing this, so I could use all the advice I can get!

I want people to enjoy this, so please give it a chance and read beyond the first chapter... It develops way more after this.

Disclaimer: I own nothing :)

Silently, Gemma removed the covers from her bed and sat on the edge for a minute with her head in her hands. She was bathed in the glow of the moonlight that came streaming through the crack in the curtains. A single tear rolled down her face and she wiped it away as she got up and walked to her bathroom and closed the door behind her, turning on the light. She moved slowly to the mirror, and closed her eyes, reaching out for the sink. When she felt the rim, she grabbed it tightly and pulled herself closer to the sink. Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes and stared back at the reflection in the mirror.

She was not prepared for what she saw in the mirror.

Her eyes were swollen and red from crying all night, and her nose was chapped from blowing into the pile of tissues that were carelessly stuffed into the trash bin next to her nightstand. Her hair was a frizzy mess; nothing like the usually slick-straight style she forced it into each and every day. Her pajamas were rumpled and creased in all the wrong places.

I have to do something about this. I can't go on this way, she thought to herself as she fought back a racking sob that threatened to break her composure once more. She turned away from her mirror and returned to the bed that harbored her fitful sleep. Her bed was perfectly fine; it was the dreams she had once her head hit the pillow that deeply disturbed her. Sleep was not a haven, but a nightly reminder of the torture she went through daily at school. This time, she forced herself to swallow the pill that would promise a full night's sleep, and rested her head on the pillow, wondering what the next day would bring.

She only wished that her pain would end soon.

At six-thirty sharp, she walked through the doors of her school, vowing to be positive and not let the taunting get to her. Walking through the door of the room that served the dual purpose of a band and choir room, she sat down on the piano bench and looked up at the man that stood in the front of the room.

Mr. Jones, the music director for Greenwood High School in Amherst, Ohio, looked over the room with a carefully guarded face. Inside, he was struggling with what he was going to tell his students this morning at show choir rehearsal. The regional ensemble contest was fast approaching and he knew that his students were not ready. At all. He tried to think how he would tell them of the importance of this contest was to their club, school, and city. However, they were only interested in gossiping about the day before and the events that went on after school let out. The only one, strangely enough, that was not talking was the usually bubbly Gemma. She just sat in her place quietly and stared straight ahead.

He knew something was wrong—Gemma was always getting in trouble for talking out of turn—but he didn't know what he could ask her without prying too much, let alone give her any advice. Mr. Jones preferred to stay somewhat aloof so he wouldn't get caught up in his student's dramas. A slim man in his mid thirties, he liked to think that he was beyond the dramas of high school. He ran his hand through his sandy blonde hair, clearly stressed.

However, this was different. It felt different to him. He decided to drop by the office later that day and tell the student counselor that something was up with Gemma. This could hurt their performance if she let whatever was affecting her impact her playing and singing. They could not afford to lose after they had come this far.

"Ahem,' he cleared his throat to get the attention of his students. "We all know what is coming up, right? Well, it's high time we focus for it. Because if we can't separate personal drama from music, our music suffers. So I want all of you to concentrate and think about what you would like to accomplish at this contest, besides winning. Michaela, why don't you share with the class whatever you think is so funny," he said cutting her off from her explosive laughter.

She blushed, and mumbled that it's not important and looked down to the floor, not daring to look him in the eye. Despite the fact the Mr. Jones was on the short side, and stayed quiet, he was still a teacher, and teachers were intimidating.

"That's what I thought. Now," he continued, "our competition is a bit steeper after we won sectionals by a slim margin so I suggest you all start coming up with ideas for this next competition."

Gabe, who was sitting in the front row, immediately raised his hand into the air, waving his fingers like a child would when they ask for attention. Like he needed any extra attention, thought Jones. That kid dresses more gay than the Fourth of July. He rolled his eyes slightly so the kids wouldn't see, and recognized Gabe's will to speak.

"Well, I think we need to do some research of our competition and see if we can get a little of an upper hand, seeing as other groups have done that to us. It's only fair," he chirped as an afterthought.

"No, Gabe, it's not. That's spying, and it's against the rules."

"Yeah. If we're caught. Which we wouldn't be."

"The answer is no, and that's final. Any other ideas that wouldn't get us into trouble?"


"Okay then. I guess nobody has any ideas." Great, he thought. What hope do we have of winning when these kids have no passion? He sat on his stool for a few more moments and then dismissed the club with an impatient wave of his hand. The kids all bolted for the door. Not surprised, Jones observed. Not surprised at all.

Later that day, at lunch, Gemma sat with her usual group of friends: Michaela, Gabe, Rocky, Amber, and Scott. Gabe was still obsessing over his 'brilliant' idea to spy on the competition. He was talking about it animatedly as he prattled on about the groups competing at Regionals.

"You guys, Mr. Jones is right. We do have to step it up for this. I've done a little research on some of the other schools, but I still need some help. I need someone to investigate the uh- Westbrook Academy Cardinals," he said, glancing at his notepad that he kept with him to confirm the information.

For the first time that day, Gemma spoke up. "Wait, you said Westbrook?"

"Yeah, that's what the list says on the competition website. The school website for Westbrook isn't very full of information, so I need someone to check it out. And I would go myself, but I wouldn't risk it since Jones shot down my idea. He would totally suspect me first."

"I'll do it," she said quickly, surprising herself.

The entire table turned to face her with questioning looks on their own faces, clearly surprised as well.

"I've always been curious to see what that school was like!" she said, covering up, quickly. Her friends didn't look like they quite believed her, but they let it go pretty easily. "Great!" exclaimed Gabe as he clasped his hands together excitedly, overly pleased with his schemes. "Thanks, Gemma!"

"Sure," she said quietly. The truth was that she had heard plenty about Westbrook Academy. But she needed to see it for herself before she got her hopes up. She had completely forgotten about that school until Gabe mentioned it, but now she knew she wouldn't be able to erase it from her mind until she checked it out.

The next day, Greenwood High had a teacher work day, so Gemma took this opportunity to visit Westbrook. So she made the hour and a half drive to Westbrook, Ohio and soon found herself on the sprawling grounds of Westbrook Academy. It was too late to turn back, and she had already driven this far, so she took a breath and walked through the halls of Westbrook in search of the choir.

Blaine had been looking at his sheet music for the last hour trying to think of some sort of feeling to back this song up. The problem being that the song was completely outside his choice, it being a love song. It wasn't that he didn't like the song; he just didn't have any feeling behind it. But he knew he had to sing it well otherwise he would most likely be out of the running for the lead for Regionals. His solos had been lacking the punch that the Cardinals were looking for in their front man. He sighed, tossing the papers aside and descended the staircase that led to the lower level where the performance would be taking place in about fifteen minutes. It was then that he accidentally bumped into somebody on his way down the staircase, distracted from his predicament to notice anyone there.

"Oh, I'm sor-"

"No, it was my fault," he interrupted. Then he looked up and into pools of deep blue eyes that stopped him short, causing him to completely forget his problem of exactly three seconds ago. Those eyes were lined in a row of long, dark eyelashes. He broke away from her eyes for a moment to take in the rest of her person. Aside from her eyes, she was just plain gorgeous, with a delicate air about her. She had long, dark blonde hair that fell pin straight, almost to her waist, and she was impeccably dressed despite the fact that she was clearly not wearing the school uniform. He forced himself to look away in embarrassment, hoping she wouldn't see the mesmerized look on his face before he looked away.

"Hi, I'm new here," she offered. "I was wondering if you could tell me what was going on here," she said, gesturing around her to the current rush to get to the commons.

"I-I'm Blaine," he said, extending his hand. Did I just stutter? Shit. She said her name was Gemma, and he instantly thought it was the most incredible name on earth. "You must be referring to our weekly performance that the Cardinals do. It tends to take over the school for a little while," he explained.

"Your choir is-popular?" she asked, looking slightly stunned.

"Yeah," he answered, "we're like superstars here." Okay, maybe that was a bit of an overstatement. But still, she looks impressed. "Come on, I'll show you how to get to the commons."

With that he took her hand and led her down an empty hallway and guided her gently with his hand on the small of her back. He knew he was being a bit forward, but he couldn't help himself. He had just found his inspiration.

He led the way until they came to double doors at the end of a long hall. They stopped and he took his hand off her back to open the doors that closed off the commons from the hallway. As soon as Gemma saw the rest of the students in the room, she winced and commented on her conspicuous 'uniform'. "Wow I really should have worn my uniform. I stick out. Badly," she said sheepishly, giving Blaine a look that made his stomach feel like it had taken a ride on a roller coaster.

"Oh, hey, that's no problem. Just don't forget to wear it next time. Now, if you'll excuse me," he said, eyeing her one last time before he turned to his fellow Cardinals as they started the song in a cappella style. Blaine walked to his place at the front of the group and looked at the floor for a second before singing out:

I got my sights set on you

And I'm ready to aim

I have a heart that will

Never be tamed

Blaine shook his finger as in 'Oh, no you don't".

I knew you were something special

When you spoke my name

Now I can't wait to see you again

He looked out at the crowd of people gathered to watch with a satisfied smile on his face and lifted up an eyebrow that turned his smile into a smirk.

I've got a way of knowing

When something is right

I feel like I must have known you

In another life

'cause I felt this deep connection

When you looked in my eyes

Blaine looked straight into Gemma's eyes at this, giving her an intense stare this time, causing her to look away with a blush.

Now I can't wait to see you again

The energy suddenly greatly increased as the vocalists backing Blaine broke out dancing behind him to the beginning of the chorus. He was rocking out on his own to the song now, feeling more energy in it than he had ever had in rehearsals.

The last time I freaked out

I just kept looking down

I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinking about

Felt like I couldn't breathe

You asked what's wrong with me

When all my friends said, "He loves being crazy,"

The next time we hang out

I will redeem myself

My heart can rest till then (a-whoa a-whoa)

Now I can't wait to see you again

In a fight against himself, his rashness won and he pointed to Gemma as he sang this last line to her.

I got this crazy feeling deep inside

When you called and asked to see me tomorrow night

I'm not a mind reader but I'm reading the signs

That you can't wait to see me again

Blaine was pointing to himself now at this last line, trying to fight off a crazy grin that threatened to spread across his face.

The last time I freaked out

I just kept looking down

I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinking about

Felt like I couldn't breathe

You asked what's wrong with me

When all my friends said, "He loves being crazy,"

The next time we hang out

I will redeem myself

My heart can rest till then (a-whoa a-whoa)

Now I can't wait to see you again

The crowd was really loving it, Gemma could see. They were dancing along to the beat of the song and getting into the performance. She had never seen anything like it.

I got my sight set on you and I'm ready to aim

Blaine made a little frame with his hands and was looking through them at Gemma, whom he noticed was really enjoying herself. She smiled and he saw that she had a dimple. It was all he could do to keep himself from dying of adoration.

The last time I freaked out

I just kept looking down

I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinking about

Felt like I couldn't breathe

You asked what's wrong with me

When all my friends said, "He loves being crazy,"

The next time we hang out

I will redeem myself

My heart can rest till then (a-whoa a-whoa)

Now I can't wait to see you again

By this point, his hand was over his heart, thumping it to his chest in rhythm to the song.

(a-whoa a-whoa)

Now I can't wait to see you again

The song ended in the perfect harmony of vocals, receiving a thunderous applause from the now-tripled crowd that had stopped by to see the performance. All the Cardinals started high-fiving and shaking hands at this, and Blaine took the opportunity to separate himself from the group to talk to Gemma. However, in his way were his best friend, Alex, and Alex's girlfriend Lucy, who also happened to be a close friend of Blaine's.

"Man, that was awesome! Welcome back!" exclaimed Alex, giving Blaine a pat on the back. "You blew it out of the water this time; you're definitely keeping your spot now, after this."

"Thanks, I really felt it this time. Oh hey, before you guys leave you should really meet somebody," he said quickly and dragged them over to where Gemma was standing; she was now admiring the room once the music had stopped. "Gemma, these are my friends, Alex and Lucy. You guys this is Gemma, she's uh-new here."

"Nice to meet you," she replied politely. Before she knew it they were leading her out the door and down the hall to the cafeteria. "Where are we going? I should really go, go ahead without me," she kept saying.

"Gemma, it's okay. We're just getting some coffee. Do you want some? I'll buy," offered Blaine, which earned him a suspicious look from Alex, but that look went unnoticed by Gemma. "Oh," she said, "I thought you were—never mind." She glanced down, embarrassed. "I'd like some tea, then, if that's okay."

"Of course."

"So, are you going to tell us or are we going to have to resort to other methods?" asked Lucy once they had all gotten their drinks. Alex had gotten a frappe, Blaine chose black coffee, and she herself had gotten an iced latte. Gemma had a chai tea latte that she was all of a sudden very interested in the design on the cup. "We know. It's not that hard to figure out."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spy like that. Your group is very elusive on the internet, and I thought I could find out a bit more if I came here myself. I understa-"

"There's nothing to be sorry about. You could've just said so when you met us. We don't bite," said Alex encouragingly. But there was still a look on Gemma's face that none of them could really discern. They had seen it since the Cardinals' performance in the commons had ended, and it hadn't faded. In fact, it seemed to have grown stronger in the course of their discussion. Blaine noticed this and prompted the others to leave. "Guys, if you don't mind, I think I need to talk to Gemma privately for a moment." The others obliged with a slightly puzzled look on their faces.

"What's going on, Gemma? I can see it on your face, you can tell me," inquired Blaine gently. He would give anything to know what was causing this look of pain—that's what it was—on her face. He wanted to find the source of it and make it disappear for good.

"It's just that you guys are so popular here. A glee club, being popular," she said in half-belief. "I'd never thought to see anything like it in my life."

"Why? Isn't the glee club at your school well-liked?" Blaine asked suspiciously.

"It's the farthest thing from being popular. The entire music department at Greenwood is hated, and I'm caught in the middle of it," Gemma confessed.

Blaine began to understand. "Ah, the kids at your school are jealous." At this Gemma's face shot up to deny that statement. "No, they hate us. They think we're freaks."

"It's because they're jealous," Blaine restated. "Think about it. Does anybody outside of the music department have any real talent? Anything to be proud of?"

"No, I guess there isn't. But that doesn't explain it," she said desperately.

"Yes it does. Those kids are jealous because they don't have talent. They don't have anything about them that so much as stands out and they envy you for it," he explained. "Here in Westbrook, everybody has talent, so we all fit in. We all appreciate each other here."

Gemma considered this. The more she thought about it, the more she knew it to be true. "Well what can I do about it? It used to not bother me, but this year it's just been so hard! I don't know why I let it bother me, but it does. I can't just stop being who I am. I can't just turn it off when I want. Sometimes it's all that keeps me going. Sometimes I don't have anything that keeps me-" she broke off, looking down again.

"Hey." Blaine touched her hand that rested on the table, noticing her slight flinch, but he left it there. She needed someone right now that was going to be strong for her, and she needed to feel a gentle touch. "All you need is to be strong. Let nothing get you down. The most amazing thing you can ever do is to be yourself. There's nothing more badass than that. Strength gives you confidence, and once people see the confidence in you, they'll see what they're doing is wrong."

Gemma looked up at him with tears threatening to escape her eyes, full of gratitude for his comforting words.

"Listen, if you ever need anything, just give me a call. I'll be there," Blaine said, writing his number on the sleeve of his coffee cup, now empty. "Don't ever hesitate."

"Thank you."

That night, Gemma lay in her bed thinking about her day. She had tried so hard not to draw attention to herself until she accidentally collided with Blaine on the staircase. When they both looked up, the first thing she saw was warm, hazel eyes framed by thick, triangular eyebrows. On anybody else, they would have looked like caterpillars, but on him, well, they just fit. His dark hair was slicked with gel and he wore his uniform well. The navy blue blazer was cut perfectly and the color was just right for his skin tone, she noticed. His cream-colored trousers didn't have a wrinkle in them, and his tie was perfectly in place. She could only think of one word to describe him—dashing.

She tried to keep herself widening her eyes too much at his pure handsomeness. It was too good to be true that he was looking at her, talking to her, let alone interested in what she was saying. She brushed her blonde bangs out of her eyes and told him her name when he offered his. Wow. I think I really like that name. Blaine. She thought about how it sounded, and decided it was her new favorite male name. They continued to talk for a little until he mentioned that their glee club—the Cardinals—was popular. She stared at him in disbelief, until he grabbed her hand to lead her to the commons and away from the bustle of the staircase. When he put his hand on her back, she liked the strong feeling it gave her. It felt like she could do anything.

And the song. The song she would never picture a guy singing, blew her away. The talent of this group was insane, and their lead singer was no exception. He oozed charm when he sang and looked so comfortable with himself. She felt herself blush when he singled her out several times throughout the song, but she relished the fluttery feeling it sent through her stomach. This guy had nerve, and it was utterly adorable.

When he gave her those beautiful words of advice, she knew that she wouldn't stop thinking about this amazing guy for a long time. She considered herself to be the luckiest person on earth to have met Blaine that day. She fell asleep thinking about him and the way his eyebrow lifted up in a mischievous smirk when he sang that song. To her. For the first time since school started that year, she slept peacefully.

I hope you liked it! And yes, Blaine is from the character from Glee (but in my fantasies, he's straight!)

The rest of the characters are my own original ideas. Let me know where you want to see them go!

Song is See You Again by Miley Cyrus

More to come!