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_{This day was going awful. If one more person asked her to say “funny English words” she would punch herself in the tit. But then again, what did she expect? A super chill first day? Like that was ever possible in the life of Rae Earl.}

_{She adjusted her blue denim backpack over her shoulder, just wanting the day to be over. And that’s when she ran into Blaine. “Oh shi’.” She quickly helped him pick the items up, sighing. “No no, it’s fine. My day has also been quite terrible, I understand.” She looked at the paper she was holding in her hand, realizing it was sheet music.} 

_{“Sheet music? Is there some sort of music class I don’ know about?” Of course, Rae had taken music as a filler class. Frankly, she almost had all the necessary credits needed to graduate. But still, she had to go through all the motions of American high school.} 

_{“I’m so sorry…I really should make i’ up to ya.” She frowned, handing him his papers and sighing, rubbing her temples. Perfect, Rae. As if you didn’ already ‘ave trouble stayin’ hidden, now you’ve gone and made a huge mess. Oh God, did I hi’ ‘im in his…oh god….I did. “Do you need ice or somethin’….?” She never was good at these situation. “I am so so sorry.” Her cheeks were turning red, especially as she realized people were staring.}

Blaine smiled gratefully as she helped him gather up the papers thanks to the impact.  Standing up felt worse but he was doing his Grade A best not to make her feel horrible by showing it. Totally an accident.  Nothing to make her feel sorrier for.  Damn it hurt though.

He adjusted the strap of his satchel covering up trying to shake off the pain by stretching out a ‘kink in his back’ and looked at the sheet music she was so fascinated by.  Blaine’s eyebrows perked up at her interest.  “Class?  Sort of?  It’s for the Glee Club.  You’ve never heard of it?” You’re not at Dalton anymore, Blaine.  Remember?  They barely notice Glee Club exists here.

“You don’t..oh!  You must be new here.”  Like it wasn’t obvious by her accent and lack of knowledge about Glee Club and not for any other reason.  Say, like, some of the student body treating them like lepers or their personal punching bags to make them feel better about themselves.  Don’t judge.  They were behind on members.  Why point out the negative when he could leave it up to her to decide?  Plus, he took a shot to the groin less than five minutes ago.  Hard to hold anything against a guy trying to not stand there in tears until the pain stopped for a stranger’s, and his dignity’s, sake.

“No. No.  You don’t have anything to make up for.  It was an accident,” he tried to reassure her by changing the subject back to music.  “Stop saying your sorry.  We’re both having one of those days.  But if you really want to make it up to me?  How about you walk me to the choir room and let me show you what the sheet music’s for.  If you love music?  You’ll love this.”