Finally, the last day of School! I thought as I nearly skipped down the hallway towards the final Glee Practice of the year. I can't wait for next week, my Dad is going on a little vacation cruise to Canada, (I think he said Saint John, who knows where that is...) with Carole. I'm extremely happy for them, but mostly me... because they agreed to let Blaine stay with me the ENTIRE WEEK as long as we slept in different rooms. (I agreed, but we all know that will NEVER happen.) Finn's sleeping over at Puck's or something, I'm finding things hard to remember lately in my haze of excitement!

As I walked into the choir room, I was greeted with unrestrained excitement from everybody as we sat down for the last time that year.

As usual Mr. Shue talked, about summer, and some other shit I don't really care about. All I could think of was Blaine, sitting in his seat waiting for the last bell, just like I was. Is Blaine thinking of me too? I asked myself, but suddenly I was awoken from my Blaine induced coma-like state when the group started a version of High School Musical's "What Time is it". I never really cared for the movies, but the song fit us perfectly. As soon as we ended, the final bell rang, and the whole school seemed to scream simultaneously.

I was attacked with hugs from Mercedes and Rachel (we were much closer after Nationals) then Finn came up to me and said "Later Bro, I'm headed over to Finn's now. " I just nodded as he walked away. My phone rang with a song I recognised as Blaine's ringtone. "Candles" I answered immediately.

K-Hey!

B-Hello Kurt (He sounded like he was smiling )

K- What's up?

B- Well, I was thinking that we go for Coffee of something.

K-Sounds great!

B-Awesome, Dalton got out early today so I can pick you up in fifteen minutes, ok Angel?

K-(Kurt giggled but muffled it with other hand) Sure! I'll be there!

B- Can't Wait, Bye

K- Neither can I, see you soon Blaine, Bye.

I felt lighter than air, how can I, Kurt Hummel, have someone like BlaineLove Me! He's so handsome and sweet and caring and dapper and respectful... and handsome and lovable... and did I say Handsome? Because he is HOT!

I walked towards my locker, and grabbed all of my books and belongings, including the picture of Blaine before heading out towards my meeting spot with the real thing. Before I could reach it though, my path was blocked by two massive football players. We were behind a wall so nobody could see me there, trapped.

"Excuse me" I said confidently, trying to stay composed. But they didn't respond, the larger one stepped closer to me "Now that Karofski's all goody-goody, we've decided that we don't like Fairy's. Not even outside school. That's right Queenie; we're going to make this summer fun."

I backed away slowly as they inched forward. I turned around and tried to run, but a third massive football player emerged from behind the wall, and grabbed by messenger bag. He dumped its contents onto the cement sidewalk, and picked up the picture of Blaine; I tried to grab it from him but one of the others grabbed my shirt and pulled me back. "Who's this, Princess?" He turned it towards me "Your boyfriend?" I squirmed harder, but it resulted in a firmer hold on my shirt. "No" I lied, "We're just friends" I didn't want them hurting anyone else, especially Blaine. They all aughed wickedly.

The one holding the picture smashed it to the ground, shards of glass spraying up onto my arms and face. My squirming became more like thrashing "Does that upset you, Girly?" The one holding my shirt threw me onto the ground, on top on the glass. Each one kicked my defeated, defenceless body before walking away, laughing. My face burned with pain, and was red with blood, they left me there, on the ground, bleeding, and alone.

(Blaine's POV)

This was going to be the best summer ever! Me and Kurt were going to be spending all the time they could together. I really want to write a song for him, I thought as I drove down the last street before the school. I love him so much, and I need to tell him with music. I turned into the parking lot and found our usual parking spot.

Oh my God, is that Kurt? There was a boy face down on the cement. Right behind the school. I jumped out of the car at breakeck speed, not bothering to close the door, and sprinted towards the motionless body. I could feel tears spull over my eyes and I kneeled close to his head and realied who it was.

"Kurt! Kurt! KURT! Come on Baby, wake up! It's Blaine!" Kurt managed to sit up with Blaine's help. His entire face was covered with deep cuts, each, dripping blood down his usually perfect face. "Blaine?" Kurt seemed drowsy with pain. "Yes baby, it's me." I answered as I wiped blood from his face with my sleeve.

"What happened? Who did this to you Kurt?" He leaned into my chest for support and I put my arms around his fragile shaking body before he answered. It was those vile, slimy, unworthy, worthless, wretched, homophobic Football Neanderthals" He sobbed into my blazer. "But I thought they were leaving you alone now?" I didn't understand why they could do this to him. "They said th-that even though ka-karofsky wasn't doing it, they still don''t l-like fa-fairies like me. They said-d th-that they w-w-were..." He burst into tears, I held him closer, but lifted his chin so that he was looking in my eyes,

"Th-they're go-going to m-ake... s- this summer m-my liv-living my living h-hell"