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So I titled the Bike Chanderson

It’s called Louder Than Ever, ‘cause I like that song and three word titles and the words kind of fit

Here’s chapter two!

Hunger part onetwothreefour

Or on ff.net here

And Louder Than Ever chapter one here

So yes, here it is:

Blaine did not want to go to glee club. He hadn’t seen Kurt since the breakup, having managed to avoid him in the halls. Now facing him was inevitable unless he quit New Directions. However the moment he turned around he walked into Tina.

“To glee club?”

Tina offered him her arm, and they walked to the choir room together. They were some of the first to arrive, and thankfully, the group already there did not include Kurt. He knew he would have to face him eventually, but delaying that as long as possible was a lovely idea. They sat in the back row and she filled him in on the week’s assignment: country music. She was planning on singing Taylor Swift, even though she knew it was a bit of a cop out. The room was filling up and she was just asking Blaine if he had any ideas when Kurt walked in.

“Mr Shuester, I’d like to perform for this week’s assignment.”

“Okay Kurt, go ahead.”


Baby, I’ve got plans tonight
You don’t know nothin about
I’ve been sittin round way too long
Tryin’ to figure you out
But you say that you’ll call and you don’t
And I’m spinnin my wheels
So I’m goin out tonight in my red high heels

I’m gonna call up that old boyfriend you said
Still has it bad for me
I’m gonna take him into town, flaunt him around
For everyone to see
Well, you said once yourself, baby
Yeah, you know the deal
Nobody holds a candle to me
In my red high heels

Oh, you can watch me walk if you want to, want to
I bet you want me back now don’t you, don’t you
I’m about to show you just how missin me feels
In my red high heels

All those games you tried to play
Well they ain’t gonna work on me now
I put a barbed wire fence around my heart, baby
Just to keep you out
Well, you thought I’d wait around forever
But baby get real
I just kicked you to the curb
In my red high heels

Oh, you can watch me walk if you want to, want to
I bet you want me back now don’t you, don’t you
I’m about to show you just how missin me feels
In my red high heels

Oh, you can watch me walk if you want to, want to
I bet you want me back now don’t you, don’t you
I’m about to show you just how missin me feels

Oh, you can watch me walk if you want to, want to
I bet you want me back now don’t you, don’t you
I’m about to show you just how missin’ me feels
In my red high heels
In my red high heels
In my red high heels 


Kurt was in fact, wearing red high heels throughout the song. That, however was pretty much all Blaine saw, as his head was in his hands most of the performance. He was trying not to cry.

"I haven’t been that offended since Rachel and Finn’s duet last year"

“What? I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, fashion has no gender. And no one but Jesse St James has ever had a problem with me singing a girl’s song.”

“It’s not your wardrobe Kurt. You broke up with Blaine. He doesn’t deserve this.”

Blaine couldn’t take anymore, and for the second time that year, he left the choir room in tears. This time it was Santana that chased after him.

“Wait, hobbit—I mean Blaine!”

“Why?”

“Because, I don’t know why, but Brit Brit really likes you. She also wants to make out with you regardless of the fact that you are capital ‘G’ gay, Raine or no Raine.”

“Rain?”

“Rachel and Blaine, like you and Kurt were Klaine, keep up little man. Anyway, talk to me.”

He couldn’t help but run his fingers through his hair in frustration, which was much easier since he had stopped using so much gel.

“It’s just, I used to be like this. I used to run, every time things got bad. But then I met Kurt. He gave me the courage to stand up, the courage to get help, and the courage to be myself. But now he’s singing about the joys of being single, and I’m back to the fucking mess I used to be.”

“First off, I like it when you swear, it’s sexy. Second, I like Hummel—never mind, I don’t really like him. But that’s not the point. Kurt didn’t make you stronger, you made you stronger. And third, it’s not weak to walk away, it’s weak to never go back, and you, former Warbler, are going back as soon as Mike finishes going all crazy Asian on your ex.”

“Mike? What?”

“He was about to tear Porcelain’s little head off when I left.”

“Oh shit.”

“That’s what I’m talkin’ ‘bout.”

“Santana, we don’t have time for your fucking kinky shit, we have to go back and fix things.”

Blaine winked at her as he said this. He wanted her to know that he appreciated her pep talk, but they really had to get back to the choir room, and she didn’t seem like the type of person who would accept a ‘thank you’ anyway.

“ Me gusta! But yes, yes, go be the hero, save Kurt from the wrath of your bestie.”

When they reached the door, Kurt was storming out, and he walked past Blaine and Santana without meeting their eyes.

“Should I go after him?”

“He’s not your problem anymore Curly.”

When they walked back through the door Blaine didn’t know what to do. He mumbled his apologies and returned to his seat. Now Santana sat on his other side. He tried to shoot Mike a look of—well maybe not gratitude—something, but he refused to meet his eyes. Tina wouldn’t either, so he just sat quietly. But he wouldn’t be able tell you a single word that Mr Schuester said, his mind was once again on his best friend. Why did he yell at Kurt? He wouldn’t be surprised if his best friend was pretty much any of the girls, barring Brittany, or even Puck, but Mike Chang? He had heard that he got mad once over the lack of recognition the academic decathlon team was getting, and he was one of the guys that took on Karofsky last year, but really? He didn’t seem all that confrontational. Mike left quickly at the end of rehearsal and Blaine let him go. But he couldn’t help but stop Puck on the way out.

“I don’t get it, why is everyone taking my side? You’ve all known Kurt so much longer.”

“New Directions is a family, a dysfunctional, incestuous family, but still a family. Like it or not, you’re a part of it. And when someone hurts one of our family members, we hurt them. No matter who it is.”

When he called Mike later he didn’t want to talk about it. Instead they made plans to watch Harry Potter at Mike’s place. They didn’t have to even mention that though. It was always assumed that Blaine would come over, as long as they’d been friends. They both tended to avoid the Anderson residence as much as possible. The door was open when he got there, and he walked into the living room to find Mike knitting a black and yellow scarf.

“Hufflepuff, really?”

“Hufflepuff and proud.”

“I used to always think I was a Gryffindor, but I don’t know anymore.”

“What do you mean Blaine?”

“I’m starting to think the only reason I was ever brave was because my—my…eating disorder, it made me feel like I was in control. And then I had my relationship with Kurt, and now I feel powerless.”

“Well, is there something else in your life you could be in charge of? Your grades maybe?”

“Too easy. Sorry, but after my time at Dalton, McKinley is just review.”

“No offence taken. You could take up knitting like me. I could teach you.”

“No thanks.”

“Well, what about singing?”

“What about it?”

“Doesn’t that make you feel, uh, ‘in control’?”

“It does.”

“Then you should sing more.”

“You should sing more too.”

“Don’t you remember my born this way shirt? I can’t sing.”

“I don’t believe it for a second. You know what? We’re going to sing a song together. For this week’s assignment.”

Mike stopped knitting and looked at him as if he had turned purple. He dropped the subject and put on the first movie. But he wasn’t admitting defeat, this surrender was only temporary. He sat down next to Mike on the couch and watched with wonder, as the little boy on screen learned exactly how special he was.

He must have fallen asleep sometime during the third movie—the last thing he could remember was the scene with the Whomping Willow. He awoke to find himself curled up against Mike’s side. There was nothing wrong with that though. Friends cuddled all the time, right? Mike’s knitting was on the floor, and he had one arm around Blaine and the other propping up his head. He knew he should move, or maybe even go home, but Mrs Chang never minded when he slept over, and he really didn’t want to go back to his empty house. So instead he snuggled back into his best friend and went back to sleep.

It was light out when he awoke again, but this time he was alone on the couch, and there was a blanket on top of him. Mike was sitting on the floor near his feet eating cereal, and he had apparently changed. When he went to get up, a pair of pants, a t-shirt and a cardigan fell off the couch.

“I thought you’d want to wear something different to school today. The pants might be a little long, but—”

“I can roll them up, thanks.”

“Froot loops?”

Mike held up the box with one hand and gestured to the empty bowl and spoon with the other. For once, Blaine actually wanted to eat them. He didn’t care about how unhealthy they were, and he didn’t need the hunger to deal with the loneliness, because he wasn’t lonely. He took the box from Mike and they grinned at each other. He seemed to realize how big of a step this was. After breakfast Blaine got dressed. Mike’s clothes fit him fairly well other than the length. And after he rolled up the pants and pushed up the sleeves of the cardigan, he looked okay. They took his car to school, and got there just in time.

When he sat down in his first class he instinctively looked over to Tina’s seat, as they had become fairly close. He caught her eyes quickly and she looked at him in horror. Oh yeah, he was wearing her boyfriend’s clothes. He didn’t think of it that way, but… God, now he was. He could smell Mike all over him. If it was comforting, that would be okay. If it made him smile, everything would be fine. If it made him feel less alone, he would have been in the clear. But it didn’t. It kind of really turned him on. Well, he had always had a clothes sharing kink. It totally looked like he had spent the night at the Chang’s in a less than PG way. His hair was gel free and he hadn’t really managed to get rid of his bed head, and fuck, he wasn’t just wearing one of Mike’s sweaters, he was wearing his favourite sweater. He sighed and tried not to breathe through his nose for the rest of the period.

Every time he saw a member of the glee club, they did a double take, even the guys. Then he saw Kurt in the hall. Kurt gave him a look almost identical to Tina’s from that morning, but neither of them stopped. At lunch, no one mentioned it, but Kurt and Tina ignored both him and Mike. The afternoon was less awkward, because at that point, everyone who would notice already had. Blaine and Mike entered the choir room a few minutes late to find Tina standing by the piano, fiddling with her sheet music. As soon as they sat down she looked Blaine straight in the eyes and began to sing.


Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don’t take him just because you can


Your beauty is beyond compare
With flaming locks of auburn hair
With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green
Your smile is like a breath of spring
Your voice is soft like summer rain
And I cannot compete with you, Jolene

He talks about you in his sleep
There’s nothing I can do to keep
From crying when he calls your name, Jolene

And I can easily understand
How you could easily take my man
But you don’t know what he means to me, Jolene

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don’t take him just because you can


You could have your choice of men
But I could never love again
He’s the only one for me, Jolene

I had to have this talk with you
My happiness depends on you
And whatever you decide to do, Jolene

Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I’m begging of you please don’t take my man
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
Please don’t take him even though you can
Jolene, Jolene

“What happened? I thought you we going to sing ‘Mine’.”

“I thought I’d choose something a bit more relevant.”

“Relevant? What do you mean, who’s going after Mike?”

“You’re really that oblivious? All the time you spend together, the way he defends you, the way he looks at you, and you don’t have a clue?”

“Do you think he told me about her?”

“It’s not a ‘her’ Blaine, it’s you.”

“What? Mike’s my best friend, he doesn’t—I don’t…”

“Mike always chooses you over me, and he barely looks at me anymore. He tells me he likes boys after openly defending your honour. You don’t expect me to see a connection? Whatever Blaine. I don’t think I can really hang out with you anymore, sorry.”

Blaine stood there dumbfounded in the middle of the hallway. Mike didn’t feel that way about him, did he?  The clothes sharing and cuddling aside, he didn’t feel that way about him. He was pretty sure at least. But that was how things were with Kurt; he was in love with him for months without ever really realizing it. Would he have some sort of epiphany about his feelings for Mike? 

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