It felt amazing to sing again, and Blaine couldn't forget all those eyes just staring at him in awe. He loved it. He didn't like to admit it, but he loved the feeling of being admired.

That night, he laid in bed and just stared up at the ceiling. He was sort of excited for school tomorrow. Not excited for the bullying and Kurt, but excited for the Glee club. He was able to sing again! His father could never find out though, he'd never allow Blaine to continue. Even if it seemed like it was the only thing that would keep Blaine from going completely insane at this new school. Singing made him happy, but he still needed to keep it a secret. He remembered what happened when his father found out he's gay.

Blaine closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. He pushed away the memory and decided to go to sleep.

Sadly, those memories wouldn't go away. Blaine tightened his eyes and turned around on the bed as he remembered everything.

‘' Dad, mom, I'm gay. ‘' Blaine whispered one evening when the family was gathered around in the living room and was watching TV. He was only fourteen when he came out to his family. His mother quickly looked at him with wide eyes and his father was glaring at Blaine.

‘' Son, you better be joking. ‘' His father muttered. Blaine could feel his own tears started to form in his eyes, he ducked his head and let out a sob. He didn't say a single word, because this would say everything. His father would understand that this wasn't a joke. That Blaine wasn't straight and that Blaine wasn't like he raised him.

His mother covered her mouth. Blaine didn't look directly at her face, but he could tell that she was crying because of those silent sniffles behind her hand. Blaine felt like he had disappointed them, that he was a disgrace to the family.

His mother closed her eyes and covered her entire face this time. He hated that he made her feel like this. Even his own mother wouldn't look at him the same. His father, however, hadn't said a word since the last sentence he spoke. Blaine was waiting. He was waiting and he was prepared to get kicked out of the house, to get beaten or to get denied the name of Anderson.

He hesitantly lifted his head, dared to look at his father with tears rolling down his cheeks. His father rubbed his face and let out a groan.

‘' Why can't I have a son that is normal and can make me proud? ‘' He mumbled. His father shook his head and glared at Blaine.

‘' Dad… ‘' Blaine whispered, but he felt a sting against his cheek. He felt it burn and before he knew it, he wasn't on the couch. He was on the floor, his hand on his cheek and his mother on his side.

That was it, that was the first time Blaine's father ever raised his hand at Blaine. Blaine felt scared, what if this isn't the worst of it? He hated him. His own father hated him and Blaine felt like nothing.

‘' Blaine, sweetheart. ‘' His mother brushed his hair back. She then glared at Blaine's father with a cold look on her face.

‘'Get out of my house.. ‘' His father whispered, ‘' I don't want a disappointment  here, I don't want my house to be poisoned by your disgusting thoughts. ‘'

‘' He's not going anywhere. ‘' His mother said. She wrapped her arms around Blaine and held onto him tightly as she still glared at his father. ‘' If he leaves, I will leave.'' His mother threatened. Blaine looked at her with wide eyes.

‘' Fine. ‘' His father slammed his fist on the coffee table. He leaned down closer to Blaine and whispered. ‘' You are not my son. ‘' And he left the room with that.

‘' I'm still the same, dad! ‘' Blaine called back. He sobbed against his mother's chest as she held onto him and kissed his head repeatedly. He regretted everything, he regretted thinking that this would be okay. Everything was ruined.

He blinked his eyes open and his face felt wet. Tears have been rolling down his cheeks, he was crying. He felt sick. This memory always made him feel sick and disgusted with himself. It made him feel regret all over again. He did his best to fall asleep properly this time.

It didn't happen. He was twisting and turning in bed, he tried various positions, but nothing worked.  Frustration started to come to Blaine. Why couldn't he fall asleep? He stared at the ceiling before letting out a sigh. After an attempted try again, Blaine decided to get up to turn on the TV in his room and he just watched whatever came on until sleep decided to join him. He settled for cartoons as they always cheer him up for some reason. Blaine was still like a little boy who enjoyed those small things in life.

He woke up the next day, feeling tired due to lack of sleep. His body finally got the strength to get out of bed and when he did, he rubbed his face. His fingers slid through his messy hair as he walked into the bathroom. He got undressed slowly, looking down at his bruised chest, the result after getting shoved into the lockers. He stepped into the shower, sighing softly as the warm water hit his back and Blaine leaned his forehead against the tile wall. School, Kurt, glee club. Another day. He wanted to enjoy these few minutes of loneliness.

He got out of the shower after a few minutes and dried his hair with a towel. The towel got then wrapped around his waist. He looked at himself through the mirror and he didn't feel like he recognized himself anymore. He is not happy, he is not the kid he used to be. No matter what, he always felt like he didn't belong in this world. That he is just an accident that was created.

He grabbed the bottle of gel slowly, looking down at it to take his mind off the stranger in the mirror. He poured a handful of gel into his hands, rubbed them together and then styled his hair. The morning routine went on. He brushed his teeth and cleaned his teeth with dental floss. When he finished with that, he got out of the bathroom and got dressed in a red polo shirt and black pants. He went through his bowtie collection and pulled out his favorite bowtie. The first one he ever got. A bright smile spread across his face as he walked to the mirror and put it around his neck. He adjusted it and nodded at himself.

‘' Yeah, this looks good. ‘' He felt confident with this outfit. With a zippy feeling, for some reason, he got out of the room, singing quietly as he walked down the stairs. He walked into the kitchen where he saw his mother sitting at the table. Her face was resting in her hands and she sniffled quietly. Blaine's smile faded slowly,

''Mom?'' Blaine asked quietly. He slowly walked over to the table, sat down on a chair slowly and put his hand on her back. She lifted her head and forced a tight smile.  

''Good morning, dear. I wasn't able to make you breakfast today, but there are eggs in the fridge. Make an omelet? I'm late for work.'' She said caressing Blaine's cheek gently. His mother slowly got up and wiped her eyes with a tissue.

''Are you okay?'' Blaine chewed on his lower lip nervously. He looked up at her with wide eyes. She wasn't okay and he knew that. His father has probably done something. Where is he, by the way? He is usually down here, eating and reading a newspaper. Did he even come home last night?

''I'm alright, dear.'' She kissed his forehead. She then grabbed her briefcase and walked out of the room. Blaine watched her walk out of the house as tears prickled in his eyes. He hated to see his mother sad. Hated that he couldn't do anything to help her.

He let out a sigh. If he wanted to be on time for school, he needed to hurry up and eat. He got up and opened the fridge where he found three eggs. He grabbed all three and he then pulled out the pan. He cracked the eggs and added some ingredients. Blaine finished making breakfast and he sat down to enjoy it. With a knife and fork, he started to eat.

Once finished, he had a full sotmach. He put down the cutlery and took a sip from his orange juice. After that, he got up to put the dishes in the sink and his phone buzzed. He washed his hands clean with soap and then picked up the phone. He answered it and put it against his ear.

‘' Hey, Mercedes. ‘' He said as he walked back upstairs to his room.

''What's up? '' Mercedes said loudly through the phone. Blaine quietly laughed. She is rather zippy in the mornings. ''Listen up; meet us outside the entrance when you get to school. We will walk to class together.''

''Why?'' Blaine asked unsure about what Mercedes meant. Were they going somewhere? Why are they meeting up?

He could almost hear Mercedes rolling her eyes on the other end of the phone.

'' School, of course!'' She shouted into the phone before laughing. ‘' Wow, white bread. Did you hit your head or something?'' Blaine laughed.

‘' No, I just… Why are we walking together? Does it really matter? ‘' Blaine raised his eyebrow and walked into his room. He put his phone on speaker and started to pack his books into his bag.

‘' Because I got your back if one of those assholes wants to mess with you. ‘'

‘' I'm okay though, Mercedes. ‘' Blaine added. He didn't want anyone to get hurt or anything because of him.

‘' Maybe, but I would still like to help you if something does happen.''

‘' Well, okay. See you later. ‘' He hung up and made his way downstairs. He got into his car, buckled up his seatbelt and drove away to school.

He parked his car in the parking lot, got out of the car and stared at the school's front. He let out a deep sigh and walked towards the entrance where he saw Mercedes, Artie and Tina.

‘' Hey guys. ‘' He walked up to them and hugged them one by one.

‘' Okay, let's step into hell. ‘' Artie said with a grin. They opened the door and walked in.

However, tragedy struck as they walked through the hallway. Blaine felt something ice cold hitting his face. The pain hurt and it felt like his face turned to ice. It was like he got bitch slapped by ice. It had a smell though, like blueberry. He heard Mercedes screaming about her clothes and he opened his eyes, looking around to see who did this. Three jocks and two cheerleaders were holding slushy cups, one of them was Kurt. They were practically cackling in delight at the state of their victims.

Blaine looked down at his bowtie, it was ruined. His favorite bowtie from his grandpa was ruined. Blaine snapped. He was angry and tired of this. He refused to let himself be pushed around. So he glared at one of the jocks.

‘' What's your problem?!'' He yelled at the jock's face.

‘' You are my problem, loser. You all have singing voices that sound like a cat dying and you annoy the entire school. Plus, your clothes needed a small makeover. ‘'

The jock laughed at Blaine. Blaine quickly made a decision without really thinking. He pushed the jock's shoulder roughly, causing the jock to stumble back. He heard everyone gasping before he realized his own mistake. His wide eyes stared at the jock.

The need to apologize was there, but he was met with a punch to his jaw, sending him sprawling to the floor. He whimpered and flinched. His jaw ached and he wanted to cry. His jawline really hurt and he hoped it wasn't broken. Mercedes and the others got down next to him and held his head gently. Blaine could feel a bruise forming on his jaw. He saw the jocks and cheerleaders walk away before everything went dark.

He woke up wet and freezing in the school nurse's room. His left jaw ached and his vision was blurred. He could hear voices around him. His attempted to look around, but his eyes were half-lidded so the vision was blurry and he felt a little dizzy. He really got beaten up hard this time. He let out a groan and all their eyes turned to him.

''What were you thinking?'' Artie asked with concern in his voice, he shook his head and never took his eyes off of Blaine. ''A lot worse could have happened, you know. ''

'' S-Sorry, I just… snapped. '' Blaine explained weakly, slowly turning his head to look in the mirror on the opposite side of his bed. He looked awful, broken. His outside finally matched his inside and Blaine hated it. He touched the bruise on his jaw and that caused him to wince. '' Shouldn't you guys be in class?'' He slowly looked back at them.

‘'Who cares about school when your friend is hurt, huh?'' Mercedes said with a hint of annoyance. Maybe she was mad at him or scared? He didn't want to ask. All he could think about was Kurt and how he ruined his favorite bowtie. Kurt had once again caused him to be mad and hurt. Why does he do this to him?

'' W-When can I get out of here?'' Blaine asked and looked at Mercedes. He wanted out of here as soon as possible. The hatred of laying down and feeling like nothing but a weak person annoyed Blaine.

''Whenever you feel better, Blaine.'' She answered and Blaine slowly sat up on the bed. He didn't feel better at all. It still hurt and he still felt awful. The nurse walked over quickly and put her hand gently against Blaine's chest.

''Easy there, warrior.'' She smiled at him gently. Blaine looked at her, feeling slightly safe. She had a gentle smile and a mother's face. ”Should I call your parents about this?'' She asked, rubbing Blaine's arm gently. His eyes widened quickly and he shook his head furiously. His father couldn't find out.

“No, no, it's okay. I'm fine. I just ran into a locker. Things like that happen, right? '' He couldn't even dare to think what his father would say if he found out that he didn't defend himself and appeared weak.

The school nurse nodded slowly with an unsure smile across her face. Blaine could tell that she didn't really believe him. He let out a sigh and laid down properly again. He stayed for about an hour or so before he got tired of just laying down. His body managed to sit up and he sighed when he looked at himself once again at the mirror. The nurse slowly walked over to him and smiled softly.

‘' Are you feeling any better, Blaine? ‘' She asked. Blaine looked at her, faked a tight smile and then nodded.

‘' Yes, I'm okay. I just need to walk it off, is all. ‘' He slowly got up, let out a quiet wince and fortunately, the nurse didn't really see or hear it. He grabbed his bag from a chair and slowly walked out of the room. He saw the jocks walk past him as he made his way towards his locker. They mimicked a punch on their faces while they laughed. He looked around, feeling really insecure. Blaine tried to ignore the looks he received from the other students. He ducked his head, opening up his locker. He slowly removed his ruined bowtie and put it into his bag. He didn't have a spare shirt with him, so he had to go around with the ruined one. Not that he really cared about the shirt, he was more concerned about his grandpa's bowtie.

He looked at himself through the locker mirror, adjusted his hair and the image of the bruise was once again in his view. He looked in the corner of the mirror and saw Kurt with some cheerleaders. They were probably discussing something, as everyone listened to the talking cheerleader. But Kurt didn't listen. He just glanced at Blaine and gave him a light, but sad smile before looking toward the girls again. Blaine raised an eyebrow, feeling unsure about what happened. Did Kurt look at him? He probably didn't look at him.

Blaine shut his locker and made his way to the second class. He felt too tired to focus in class. He looked at the teacher with half-lidded eyes, his head rested against the palm of his hand and he just stared at the blackboard. His face still ached, but Blaine was too tired to pay attention to the pain. Some of the students stared at the bruise and they all knew what happened. Blaine felt himself getting angry.

‘' What? Take a picture, it will last longer. ‘' He glared at them. They quickly looked away and Blaine let out a sigh. He isn't usually so angry, but he didn't feel very well.

‘' Mr. Anderson. Keep your voice down. ‘' The teacher scolded Blaine. He didn't want to get into trouble, so he just ducked his head and pushed his face into his folded arms on the table. He closed his eyes and fell asleep. Tina shook his arm after the class ended. Blaine lifted his head slowly, he rubbed his eyes and let out a quiet yawn.

‘'Class over? ‘' Blaine whispered. He stretched his back and arms, feeling a little sore.

‘' Yeah, maybe you should go home, Blaine. You have been through a lot today. ‘' Tina said, she rubbed Blaine's back gently. He slowly got up and shook his head as he grabbed his bag.

‘' No, I'll manage for glee club. ‘' he said with a soft smile. Tina smiled back and they both made their way out of the classroom.

They walked into the glee club, seeing that everyone else had already arrived. But they also walked into something they didn't want to walk in to. At the center of the room, Mercedes and Rachel were arguing. They glared at each other and it looked like they would pull out guns and have a duel.  

''We all know I'm the biggest talent in this room and in this town. The solo is mine!'' Rachel screamed at Mercedes. Blaine raised his eyebrow as he made his way to a seat. He sat down, watching the argument with wide eyes. He could have gotten up and helped Mercedes, but he knew better than get in between two fighting divas.

''Oh, hell to the no! You're far up your high horse, Berry! '' Mercedes crossed her arms and looked away. She huffed at Rachel's annoyance and attitude.

''Mr. Shue is giving me the solo and we all know it. I'm the star!'' Rachel mimicked Mercedes's gesture and they both refused to say anything else. In fact, Mercedes almost swung forward to pull Rachel's hair. Blaine quickly got up and held onto Mercedes's arms along with Tina. Rachel just closed her eyes, she covered her face and let out a high pitched scream.

‘' Mercedes, don't. ‘' Tina said, trying to calm Mercedes down.

‘' Yeah, we don't fight. ‘' Blaine mumbled, he looked at Rachel with a soft smile. ‘' We are friends, we don't fight. Not each other. ‘' He patted Mercedes's arm gently, he looked at her and she looked back. It seemed like she was calming down. She took a deep breath and nodded.

‘' Okay, fine. You are right. ‘' She looked at Rachel and forced a tight smile across her face as she mumbled.

‘' I'm sorry, Rachel. I won't hit you. But the solo is mine. ‘' She nodded once and went to sit in her place. Blaine watched her and then shook his head. He realized this was going to be a complicated year. He let out a sigh and sat down next to Mercedes. Mr. Shue walked in after a while with a huge smile on his face and Blaine thought that it was creepy sometimes.

''Okay Glee club! Theme of the week is… '' Mr. Shue walked over to the blackboard to write down something. Blaine awaited with wide eyes, he was excited what this week's lesson might be. He watched the pen make the letters. L… O… V… E… Blaine's eyes widened quickly. Love? Oh no. What does he know about love?